Chapter 39: its just dual cultivation.

Wen did not let him set the pace this time.

She pushed at his chest until he yielded and sat back against the carved post of the bed.

The bed’s silk tangled under his hips, lamp light low across both of them. Her dark hair was a wreck. Her eyes held a soft violet heat that had nothing to do with Charm.

She slowly climbed into his lap facing him. And gave him a warm smile.

Knees on either side of his hips. The soft heavy weight of her settled.

She didn’t rush instead, She slowly put both arms around his neck and match his eyes, then drew herself in until her breasts pressed full and soft against his chest and her forehead rested on his.

She could feel his heartbeat on her chest.

His beat fast and uneven.

Zhao Wen’s breath touched his mouth. For a long moment she only held him like that, arms locked, bodies flush, feeling each other’s warmth.

"Stay like this for a bit," she murmured.

Her hand slipped between them. Fingers wrapped around him, slick from both of their releases, and she guided the head of him to where she was still open and sensitive.

She sank down slow. Inch by inch. No rush, no hard drive. Just the long wet slide of her body accepting him until she sat fully in his lap and there was no space left between them at all.

A sound left her that was almost a sigh.She trembled a little, now that the position was changed, it was more deeper than before.

She stayed seated to the dick. Her walls fluttered around him in small soft aftershocks. Alluring Yin hummed low, binding instead of stripping. Lin Tian’s dual core turned deep and steady, feeding Yang back into her in warm pulses that made her lashes dip.

Her arms tightened around his neck.

She hugged him.

Something that pressed every soft line of her against him breasts to chest, belly to belly, the heat of her gripping him while her face buried in the side of his throat and her breath came uneven against his pulse.

Lin Tian’s arms came around her waist, then higher, one hand spreading on the bare skin of her back, the other in the heavy dark fall of her hair. He held her the way she was holding him.

Zhao Wen rolled her hips slowly.

A gentle grind that kept him deep and dragged her swollen peak against the base of him with every shift.

The wet sound of it was soft in the sealed room. Slick ran down where they joined and pooled against his thighs. She did not lift off him. She stayed seated and moved like she was trying to erase the line between where she ended and he began.

"I can feel you. She whispered against his throat. "Where you are It makes me feel better..."

"Mhhhn"

She ground down a fraction harder and a low sound left her.

His hands stroked the length of her back, feeling the curve of her spine, the soft give of her waist, the way her muscles shifted under the skin every time she moved on him.

Zhao Wen’s mouth opened against his throat. She kissed the pulse there. Then higher, along his jaw, until she found his mouth and pressed her lips to his slowly.

She kept moving while she kissed him.

Small circles of her hips. The thick length of him dragging through her. Her breasts shifting against his chest with every roll, dark brown nipples tight and dragging. The dual circulation between them had stopped feeling like a contest. It felt like breathing shared her Yin drawing, his Yang answering, a single loop running through the place where her body held him and her heart beat against his.

Zhao Wen broke the kiss only far enough to speak against his mouth.

"I used to sit behind that desk everytime. I used to circulate after everything. I told myself the art was enough. That a partner was a risk I did not need."

Her hips rolled again, slower, wetter.

"Then a mixed-root outer walked into my hall, stared at me like I’m already his, and asked me questions while he put his hands on me. And now I am in his lap. Holding on as if the door might open and take this away."

She laughed once, soft and broken. "you know why, I’m saying this?"

Before he could answer she spoke,"Because tomorrow I will put the pin back in my hair and sit behind the ledger and pretend my body does not remember the shape of you. But tonight I am allowed to be this."

She started a real rhythm.

A steady rise and fall that lifted her halfway off him and sank her back down in long wet strokes. Full breasts rose and fell against his chest. Her arms stayed locked around his neck the whole time, holding him as if release itself might separate them.

Lin Tian’s hands slid down to the soft heavy curves of her ass. He gripped and helped her pace lifting, guiding, feeling the scalding slide of her around every inch.

Alluring Yin poured through the contact in warm waves. His dual core drank it and fed it back until her breath stuttered against his mouth and her thighs shook on either side of his hips.

"just from this,I am too close," she got out.

"Then do not hold it."

He held her tighter. Zhao Wen’s rhythm broke. She sank down to the root and ground against him in small desperate circles, clit rubbing against his shaft, walls starting the hard flutter of climax.

Her arms locked around his neck so tight it almost hurt. Her face pressed into the side of his throat. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

"Ohhh haaan!!"

When the orgasm took her a long broken moan muffled against his skin while she clenched around him in rhythmic pulls and slick ran hot over him onto the silk. Her heart hammered against his chest. He felt every beat. He felt every pulse of her around his cock. He held her through it and kept the slow grind of his own hips up into her until she was twitching and soft and still clinging.

She also stayed seated, full of him, arms still around his neck, and when she could speak again her voice was raw and small.

"I have not let anyone this close in a long time. Not with my arms around them and their body inside mine and my pulse doing this." She lifted her head enough to look at him. Ink-warm eyes wet and open and stripped of every practical mask. "Do you understand what I am giving you."

Lin tian nooded in agreement.

Zhao Wen’s hips started moving again lazily.

The thick wet slide of him as she rose and fell, rose and fell, using him, holding him, turning the sealed room into a place where rank and tokens and thirteen years of quiet did not reach.

Alluring Yin and the dual core ran together now a single current looping through where she gripped him and her heart beat against his and her breath mixed with his in the small space between their mouths.

"I want you to finish like this,While I am on your lap. she whispered.

Lin Tian’s control frayed. His hands gripped her harder. He started thrusting up into her from below while she came down to meet him, the angle deep, the wet sound of it soft and intimate. Zhao Wen’s arms stayed locked around his neck her abdomen was hurting. Her breasts crushed against his chest. Her mouth found his and stayed there, open, breathing into him, kissing him through every upward drive.

"I can feel you changing inside me," she got out against his lips. "

He strongly thrust upwards, and groaned.

The climax ran through him in long thick pulses. He drove up into her and held, spending himself deep in the heat of her while her walls fluttered and clenched and her Alluring Yin drank every drop.

"Hmmm Yess!"

Zhao Wen moaned into his mouth as she felt it the pulse, the heat, the flood and her own body tipped over the edge again from the sensation alone, a softer climax that milked him through the end of his release until both of them were shaking and joined and unable to tell whose heartbeat was whose.

They stayed like that.

Her in his lap. Him still inside her, softening only a little, still held by the slick grip of her. Her arms around his neck. His arms around her waist.

Zhao Wen’s fingers stroked the back of his neck.

"Tomorrow I will be Elder Zhao again," she murmured.

"But I will remember that for one night an outer disciple held me in his lap until my heart forgot how to be alone."

Lin tian didn’t force her, he just nodded again.

After that she laughed softly.

"It’s just dual cultivation, it is not like you love me or something, I’m just your partner "

She kissed him again almost loving and for a long momment, before morning Zhao Wen sat in his lap with him still inside her and her arms around his neck and her heart beating loudly.

Lin tian understood what she was implying. According to her, she will dual cultivate with him, but her heart still doesn’t belong to him. He didn’t understand suddenly what happened and why she said something like this.

Now that the dual is over,through the stabilised dual thread now he could feel her emotions.

It was guilt. She was feeling guilty, she was thinking that she was betraying someone.