Chapter 17: Dual-Cultivation! (18+)

When Leo’s fingers touched the soft inside of Moon’s cavity, Moon shivered. A sharp, tingling pleasure ran from his tailbone all the way up to his nape.

"Uhng!"

A moan skipped his lips before he could stop it.

Leo’s hand paused. He chuckled, "You like this? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers? How lewd!"

Moon clenched his cavity hard around Leo’s fingers while gasping.

"Are you going to do it, or have you become defective down there?"

Leo’s brows trembled sharply as he shoved two fingers inside roughly. His hot breath spread in Moon’s ear as he muttered, "You have a death wish, darling?"

He didn’t wait for Moon’s answer as he clutched Moon’s collar and tugged down hard.

"Don’t tear everything! It’s my only clothing. Once it’s gone, I don’t have a way to put on another!" Moon bellowed.

Leo’s hand trembled from the restraint he never thought he had.

Listening to the warning, his rough fingers switched to the laces instead, pulling the tunic down.

He kissed those defiant lips again, drawing out a sob, before trailing a soft path of kisses down from Moon’s lips to his chest. His burning gaze fixed on the bud he was longing for.

He lowered himself and licked the nipple, drawing it into his mouth to suck it deep.

Moon gasped.

He bit his lower lip before he grumbled, "I am not Ellen."

Leo lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto Moon’s as he growled, "You have more than her."

Before Moon could answer, Leo bit down brutally on his areola and shoved his third finger inside roughly, making Moon flinch.

A pink hue spread across Moon’s chest from shame.

"Shameless," he gritted out the word.

The wet squelching was getting louder and louder with each finger thrust. It was sickeningly slippery down there.

The shackles around his wrists cried in protest every time Leo pushed his fingers deep, his arms straining wildly against the chains as he tried to reach out.

It was pure torment for him—wanting to touch, but not being able to.

His eyes gradually welled up with tears as Leo licked a path up to his neck, his hand moving faster and faster. Moon couldn’t take it anymore when Leo curled his fingers inside and bit down on the crook of his neck.

"Ah! Fuck you, Leo! Stop it and just do it! Did you really become impotent?"

He hunched his knees up, his ankles scraping against the floor from the force of tugging against the shackles.

"Yeah, darling. I don’t have it. Should I use my tongue instead?"

Leo whispered into Moon’s neck. His fingers deliberately scraped all the way to the end, sending a sharp shiver running down Moon’s back.

A thick white fluid sprayed out of his cock, smearing all over Leo’s navel.

Moon crumpled into Leo’s arms, trembling from shame at his sudden release.

Leo’s red pupils constricted as he pulled out his slick, wet fingers and traced them up to Moon’s trembling cock. His nail drew a sharp shiver in the already twitching dick. He braced it softly and pressed the tip.

Moon shivered all over again. "Stop it, Leo."

Leo rubbed the cock a few times before letting go. He showed his fingers, coated in semen and wetness, right in front of Moon’s eyes.

"You are so wet. If I hadn’t seen your cock, I would have thought you were a girl."

Moon’s veins popped up on his arms with shame and anger, along with deep confusion.

Leo moved.

He spread Moon’s legs and knelt between them. His pupils were glowing with a red and orange hue.

"See this? They tied you so I could fuck you properly," Leo snarled.

His waist belt clicked open, and a hard cock bounced out.

Leo pressed his entire body onto Moon as he thrust in. He took Moon’s lip into his mouth with a growl.

Soft gasps and heavy breathing filled the cramped room, recalling the ambiguous slapping sounds Moon used to hear in the Last Hole every night from the side door.

But today, everything else was silent, while his cramped room was crackling and filling with rhythmic, slapping sounds.

Moon could only press forward and clutch Leo’s tunic. They left his shackles in a teasing grip, as if they knew it would torment him more.

Leo’s pace became faster and harder. He cradled Moon’s head and waist as he drove deeper.

"Umm... slower... Leo... slower... Ah!" Moon moaned.

He couldn’t concentrate on the Qi flowing inside his meridians. The fiery energy was running past his veins at the pace Leo was pounding.

He let out a muffled cry, "GOD, please slow... Ugh... not that hard."

The more he cried, the faster Leo became, his veins popping out of his arms and sweat drenching his back.

He rumbled against the crook of Moon’s neck, "Fucking stop screaming if you want it slower."

With that, he pulled out all the way before thrusting into the balls.

It left a sickening plap-plap in the air.

Leo’s back suddenly hunched. Moon widened his eyes as he felt the weight on him become heavier. He looked at Leo’s cloudy eyes and shivered in terror.

"No, Leo, don’t."

Leo’s hands tightened on his soft mounds as he thrust in, not hearing his words at all.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he shifted slightly. His two wolf ears popped up, pinning Moon to the floor with a heavy thrust.

His base started to swell into a knot.

He pulled back and pressed down heavily to enter the deepest part.

Moon flinched, looking at the bulge on his lower abdomen. His eyes became blurry with the immense pressure and thrusts.

After pounding deep for a few more times, Leo hugged Moon tightly as he sprayed out thick semen inside.

He knotted the base and once again bit down on the place where the gland should be, even though he knew he couldn’t mark.

Moon whimpered in Leo’s embrace.

The bite stung his neck, but it also sent him a strange pleasure.

He ached to hug Leo back, but the scratch on his wrist pricked his skin like a needle.

Moon gradually lost his mind in the deep pleasure, sinking deep into his consciousness, where he could see the flow of Qi and the fire essence rapidly mingling with his blood and essence.

They turned into a turbulent energy flow, and his own fire core started spinning in tandem with Leo’s feral origin—like a fire vein weaving around a blazing sun, coating the sphere with a durable armor that would protect his very foundation.

Moon’s mind calmed down to a serene peace, and he unknowingly fell into a deep sleep in Leo’s embrace, whose knot was not showing any signs of loosening.

Leo’s body was shaking—shaking from the sheer amount of restraint he had put on himself.

As soon as he bit down, a thick scent invaded his nostrils again.

A crispy frost mixed with jasmine flavor.

Like a mating call.

Like an aphrodisiac, he sensed his pulse reacting to this scent.

He wanted to devour this scent. He wanted to bite enough to eat the very essence of it.

His instinct was going feral...