Chapter 127 - - 127 - Dual-Cultivation Inside The Vault [R18]

Chapter 127: Chapter - 127 - Dual-Cultivation Inside The Vault [R18]

The heavy steel doors of Prince Rumil’s private vault sealed the chamber off completely from the rest of the underground complex, turning the enclosed space into a quiet, heavily secluded world buried deep beneath layer upon layer of ancient stone and defensive wards. All around them, piles of gleaming gold coins, silver ingots, and precious artifacts stretched across the polished floor in massive, shimmering mounds, casting a warm, metallic amber glow across the dim shadows. The air inside was thick with the faint scent of old metal, raw dust, and rich, rising heat.

Zyrelle was pressed flush against Lucien, straddling him as her lips met his in a breathless, heated rush that erased every thought of the world outside. Lucien’s hand slid down to firmly grip her rear, lifting her slightly and shifting her forward until her body was pressed tightly against the hard, rising ridge of his weapon through his clothes. The sudden, intense friction sent a sharp jolt of electricity through both of their bodies. Breaking the kiss for a brief, heavy moment, Lucien looked up into her flushed face, his dark, penetrating eyes steady and calculating.

"Have you ever done any sort of dual cultivation?" asked Lucien, his voice low and calm despite the rising fire between them.

Zyrelle caught her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly against his as she shook her head, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. "No....I don’t have any experience I just did what I felt right," she confessed, a trace of nervous vulnerability lingering in her voice as she looked down into his eyes.

"That’s a good start," said Lucien, a faint, dark smirk touching his lips before he reached up, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her back down into another deep, devouring kiss.

Emboldened by the intoxicating heat of the moment and the overwhelming presence of the man beneath her, Zyrelle reached up with trembling hands and stripped away her upper robes. She let the heavy black fabric pool carelessly onto the sea of gold coins below. Her fingers trembled slightly as she fumbled with the wall of buttons along Lucien’s tunic, unfastening them one by one until the cloth parted, revealing his sculpted, marble-like abs and broad chest. His body looked as though it had been carved from white jade and stone by a master artisan.

The mere sight of his powerful, pristine physique stole whatever hesitation remained within her heart. Unable to stop herself, she leaned down, pressing her lips against his chest, tracing a fiery, frantic path of kisses across his stomach, his ribs, and the hard, solid plane of his abdomen. She was acting on pure instinct, doing whatever felt right in the heat of the moment, guided entirely by the primal urge to be closer to him.

Lucien cradled the back of her head, his long fingers tangling softly in her hair as he guided her movements, letting her explore at her own breathless pace. Then, with a sudden, fluid shift in momentum, Lucien grabbed her shoulders and rolled her backward directly into the cascading heaps of gold coins. The cold metal shifted, clinking and rattling beneath them with a dull, heavy chime that echoed against the vault walls.

He moved over her without giving her a second to recover, capturing her lips once more before trailing his tongue down to her jaw and pressing hot, lingering kisses into the sensitive skin of her neck. His hand slid lower, cupping her full breast through her inner garments and giving it a firm, possessive squeeze as his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking lightly through the thin fabric. At the same time, his other hand dipped downward, sliding smoothly beneath her remaining underwear to seek out her core. The very instant his fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, Zyrelle let out a sharp, breathless moan that echoed softly in the vault. The sound was trapped entirely inside the room; the thick, heavily warded steel walls ensured that not a single sound could leak outside into the dark corridors.

When Lucien pressed his finger inside, he was met with an immediate rush of intense, radiating heat. Her core was completely drenched, slick and gushing with her own heightened desire. It was almost too much for her body to contain. As soon as Lucien began to circle his finger within her wet depth, her inner spiritual essence surged forward in response to his touch, releasing in a sudden wave that spilled outward, thoroughly wetting the pile of gold coins beneath her lower back.

Her mouth hung open, her eyes hazy and half-lidded with pure pleasure as she looked up at him through a blur of sensation. "My lord, please fill me with your rich essence," she gasped out, her voice trembling with sheer need.

Lucien shifted back, sitting up on his knees among the cold coins. Driven by an urgent, overwhelming impulse, Zyrelle reached down with both hands and grabbed her damp panties, tearing the thin fabric apart with a sharp rip. She cast the ruined cloth aside, spreading her core wide to offer herself completely to him without reservation.

With a single, effortless flick of his wrist, Lucien removed his remaining clothes. His massive, throbbing weapon sprang free, erect, heavy, and thick with veins pulsing along its shaft. He lowered himself over her, positioning his broad length directly between her slick, exposed folds. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers against her breast once more, leaning down to kiss her from her lips all the way down to her collarbone. The steady, sliding friction of his shaft rubbing directly against her sensitive core sent her eyes rolling back into her head in absolute ecstasy.

"Please," begged Zyrelle, her hips instinctively arching upward toward him, desperate to close the distance.

Lucien aligned the thick tip of his weapon at the tight entrance of her core and thrust forward in one steady, decisive movement. The immense impact parted her maidenhood entirely, tearing through her purity until he was buried completely to the hilt inside her. Lucien froze, holding his position for a few precious moments to let her tight body stretch and adjust to the staggering size of him. Even with just his weapon held motionless inside her, her rich essence continued to flow out, slicking both of them in a warm tide.

"Are you ready?" asked Lucien, his voice low, steady, and commanding.

"Y-yeshhhhh...please rip me apart," whispered Zyrelle, her fingers digging deep into the loose gold coins on either side of her head.

Lucien began to move, pressing slow, deep kisses into the side of her neck as he started thrusting in and out of her tight core, which was still frantically stretching to accommodate him. Her body trembled with every deep inch he claimed, but she closed her eyes, her mouth open in a continuous moan as she took everything he gave her. She spread her legs even wider, tilting her pelvis to let him sink as deep as humanly possible with every strike.

The sheer, staggering irony of the moment flickered briefly through her dazed mind—her fiancé was currently in Eastern Vaults, gathering coins from the other vaults, completely oblivious while she lay naked below, spreading her legs for a man she had met only a few days ago. That was the absolute, undeniable power Lucien carried in this world. She widened her legs even further for him, tilting her head far backward, silently begging for his lips against her throat.

Pulling his glistening weapon fully out from her core, Lucien grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, pressing her flat against the cool gold coins beneath them. He sank back into her from behind, then paused once more, pulling out to grab her hips and lift her up into a position where her knees and hands were braced directly on the piles of treasure like an obedient pet. Gripping her hips with iron hands, Lucien began to drive into her with hard, relentless thrusts. Each heavy impact sent a sharp vibration through her body, making her breasts bounce rhythmically and sending a visible wave of physical reaction across her smooth skin.

"Ahh....my lord, my essence... it’s coming out again... I can feel I’m having a breakthrough ahhhh," moaned Zyrelle, her voice breaking as the dual cultivation energy began to surge through her meridians.

Increasing his pace, Lucien thrusted even harder, the relentless force turning her rear red under his palms. He bent forward slightly to kiss her along her back and shoulders before gripping her hips tightly once more, driving deeper and deeper into her tight core. Standing up fully, Lucien reached down and grabbed her legs by the ankles, hoisting them up into the air at a steep forty-five-degree angle while her hands remained braced on the coins. Standing tall, he continued to drive into her from behind, each powerful thrust sending a violent jolt of pleasure and energy straight through her body.

"I’m having a breakthrough ahhhhhhhhh!" moaned Zyrelle, her voice echoing loudly in the sealed room as her internal spiritual barriers shattered.

Lucien buried himself to the absolute limit and released the entirety of his dense, powerful essence deep inside her, his last hard thrust pushing her hips completely flush against his. He filled her up to the brim until his rich energy overflowed and started flowing outward.

Without giving her time to rest, Lucien gathered her up into his arms, spreading her legs high in the air while his chest pressed against her back. Moving across the vault, he carried her toward a large, golden mirror hanging against the stone wall. In the shimmering reflection, Zyrelle watched in a daze as his throbbing weapon tore in and out of her core. Her hands were pinned behind her head as Lucien filled her again and again, her pure spiritual essence leaking out continuously and wetting all the coins around their feet. Lucien turned her in several directions as he moved, ensuring her juices coated the surrounding piles of treasure.

Reaching down, Lucien picked up a single gleaming gold coin. Holding it between his lips, he leaned over and kissed her, passing the metal coin directly into her mouth while continuing to ravage her core, spreading her open as if he owned every inch of her body. Zyrelle eagerly took the coin into her mouth, enjoying every single second of his absolute dominance.

He bent her over the piles of treasure again, thrusting while squeezing her breasts at the same time. Zyrelle pushed herself backward into every strike, her core walls clutching tightly against his thick veins, feeling the heat of his blood and energy flowing through him. Instantly, Lucien turned her around so that she was on top of him, her back pressed against his stomach. Taking the gold coin from her, Lucien began rubbing it directly against her hyper-sensitive core. The intense, unique sensation drove her over the edge, causing her essence to gush out in a fresh, overwhelming stream.

Lucien and Zyrelle were so utterly consumed by each other that they completely lost all track of time. Outside in the distant hallways, every single enemy had already been slain, and the forces outside were steadily advancing, but inside the vault, the world had ceased to exist. Lucien could not get enough of her, and Zyrelle was equally insatiable. Her head was buried deep into the mounds of gold coins, her hips raised as Lucien thrusted into her relentlessly, her eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

Before they realized it, eight hours had passed. Not a single spot on the vast pile of gold coins remained untouched or untainted by their love essences. Zyrelle felt a deep, overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy that she had given herself completely to Lucien. By the time morning arrived, her core had stretched and adapted specifically for Lucien, slowly dripping with his powerful essence while a vibrant, unprecedented surge of cultivation power filled her meridians.

When Lucien finally finished, he lay back on the sprawling piles of gold coins, his eyes closed as he rested. Zyrelle crawled over to him on her hands and knees, leaning down to take his spent weapon into her mouth, doing her absolute best to clean him and take his size into her throat. Though her lack of experience caused her to struggle, Lucien thoroughly enjoyed her eager, earnest efforts. As a cultivator who had reached the formidable Abyss Core Realm, a single woman was normally far from enough to satisfy his immense vitality, but even after a long night, Lucien always ensured that his partner enjoyed the experience just as much as he did.

Feeling a sudden wave of shy embarrassment as reality settled back in, Zyrelle took a few quiet minutes to catch her breath and adjust to the lingering sensations in her body. Lucien reached into the coins, retrieved her torn underwear, and casually stowed it away inside his void storage box along with his other collected treasures.

"Thank you, my lord... it was beautiful," she whispered softly, leaning over to kiss Lucien’s bare chest before carefully rebuttoning his tunic for him.

Lucien helped her put her dress back on, but before she could adjust the fabric around her waist, he slid his hand under her robe one last time and pushed his finger deep inside her core.

"That’s how your core should be," said Lucien softly.

As soon as she heard his words, her core twitched reflexively, tightening around his finger in a desperate, lingering pulse.

Once they were both completely dressed and composed, Lucien stepped toward the heavy vault doors. With a simple, casual gesture of his hand, he unsealed the mechanisms, and the massive steel doors opened once again. Outside, Anne and Erion were standing in the hallway, waiting patiently for them. The moment the doors parted, Zyrelle immediately startled in surprise at the sudden sight of Anne standing right before them.