"I—I can’t—you’re—your—" She could feel his cock pressing against her lower back, hardening slightly from the proximity and warmth.
But he just held her, one hand splaying across her stomach, the other moving to her shoulder, kneading gently.
And despite her fear, despite the mories of yesterday’s violation—
Her body lted.
The combination of hot water and his surprisingly gentle touch breaking through her defenses, exhaustion and stress releasing.
"That’s better," he said, and—
His hand glowed faintly golden.
[SYSTEM: ACTIVATE]
[SPIRITUAL CORE FORMATION - BASIC TIER]
[TARGET: SONG I]
[COST: MINIMAL QI ENHANCENT HERB RESIDUE]
[PROCESSING...]
Golden light flowed from his palm into her body, and Song i gasped—
Not from pain. From sudden awareness.
Because spiritual energy was flooding into her—not his qi, but a carefully constructed core being built inside her dantian by system manipulation, creating pathways, establishing foundation—
In seconds, she went from mortal to Body Cultivation realm.
"What—?!" Zhen Yǐng’s voice was shocked, sitting upright in the water, staring. "How did you—you just—you created a spiritual core from nothing—?!"
That was impossible. Spiritual cores ford through years of ditation, of gathering ambient qi, of careful cultivation. You couldn’t just—
"Because I’m a dragon," Cang said simply, as if that explained everything.
Zhen Yǐng stared at him, mind reeling.
"Wait—" Her voice was uncertain. "I thought you’d just—absorbed so dragon essence. Inherited a bloodline. But you’re saying you’re actually—"
"If you feared a human with dragon essence this much—" Cang interrupted, eting her eyes, "—what would you do if you knew I was stronger than an actual dragon?"
Silence.
Zhen Yǐng’s face went pale, processing that information, and—
Shook her head slowly.
"I mated with a—with a—" She couldn’t finish the sentence. "What a fool I am."
But Cang was already moving, his attention back on Song i, who was trembling on his lap as her newly ford spiritual core began to circulate qi automatically.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Strange—" she gasped. "Like—like there’s energy flowing through my entire body—is this—is this cultivation?"
"Basic level," he confird. "You’ll need training to advance further, but you’re no longer mortal."
And his hands—which had been resting on her waist—began to move.
Sliding up her sides. Cupping her small breasts through the water. Squeezing gently.
"Ahhh—" Song i’s breath hitched. "Why are you—?"
But she could feel it. His cock, now fully hard, pressing insistently against her lower back, and—
He lifted her slightly in the water, adjusting her position until—
His shaft pressed between her thighs.
Not entering. Just—sliding between them, using the soft flesh as friction, the heat of her body enhanced by hot water creating incredible sensation.
"Hnnngh—" He groaned, beginning to move his hips, fucking her thighs slowly.
And Song i—held in place, feeling that massive cock sliding back and forth beneath her, the tip occasionally brushing against her pussy lips—
Moaned.
Despite everything. Despite fear. Her newly awakened body responding to cultivation-enhanced sensation.
And Cang looked at Zhen Yǐng—who was watching with wide eyes, face flushed—
And smiled.
"Co here," he commanded.
"I—what—?" She tried to maintain dignity.
"Kneel," he clarified. "And suck."
"That’s—that’s absurd—I’m not going to—"
But even as she protested, she found herself moving. Her tail propelling her forward through the water until she was positioned in front of where he sat.
Where Song i sat on his lap. Where his cock was sliding between the human woman’s thighs, the tip erging from between her legs with each thrust.
"This is—" Zhen Yǐng struggled. "This is completely—"
He pulled Song i back slightly, groping her breast, sucking on her neck, and—
Said casually:
"It’s customary for a wife on their wedding night to suck her husband’s cock."
Zhen Yǐng’s face went scarlet.
"We’re not—we haven’t had a wedding—I never agreed to be your—!"
But her eyes were locked on his cock. On the way it erged from between Song i’s thighs with each thrust, glistening with water and the human woman’s arousal.
And Song i—already lost in sensation, having her nipples sucked, feeling that massive shaft rubbing against her pussy with each movent—
Moaned.
"Aahhh—please—it feels—hnnngh—"
And Zhen Yǐng—watching this display of pleasure, rembering how it felt to be claid by him, her newly returned hand clenching with indecision—
Leaned forward.
Her split tongue extended, both tips touching his cockhead as it erged from between Song i’s thighs, tasting—
Water. Flesh. Arousal. And sothing distinctly him. That dragon essence that made her instincts scream both fear and desire.
"That’s it—" Cang encouraged, one hand leaving Song i’s breast to rest on Zhen Yǐng’s head. "Use that beautiful tongue."
And she did.
Both tips of her split tongue wrapped around his cockhead, providing unique stimulation no human woman could match, and—
She opened her mouth, taking the tip inside as he thrust forward through Song i’s thighs—
"Mmmpphhh—"
Her nose pressed against Song i’s pussy from below, the human woman’s scent mixing with his, and—
He established a rhythm.
Thrusting forward through Song i’s soft thighs—using them like an onahole, the flesh compressing around his shaft—
And into Zhen Yǐng’s waiting mouth, her split tongue working the tip while her lips sealed around the first few inches.
"Fuck—" Cang groaned. "This is—this is heaven."
Song i whimpered above, her pussy being stimulated by the constant rubbing, her breasts being groped, her neck being kissed—
Overwhelming sensation from her newly cultivation-enhanced body making everything more intense.
And Zhen Yǐng—her tail wrapping around all three of them instinctively, creating a seal of purple scales that trapped them in a perfect triangle of pleasure—
Closed her eyes.
And thought, as she sucked his cock while he enjoyed another woman:
’Is this what human wives do? Serve their husbands while he pleasures others? Share him? I thought—I thought partnership ant exclusivity—’
She pulled back slightly, his cock sliding from her mouth with a wet pop, and—
Asked:
"Is this—is this what humans do? Wives serving their husbands while he—while he enjoys other won?"
Her voice was genuinely curious despite the bizarre situation.
Cang laughed, continuing his thrusting through Song i’s thighs.
"Not usually," he admitted. "Usually it’s one wife, one husband. Monogamy. But I’m—special."
"Special aning greedy," Zhen Yǐng muttered, but—
Took his cock back into her mouth, resuming her sucking.
Because despite her protests, despite her pride—
She wanted to please him.
Wanted to learn how to be what he needed.
"Sslurp.... mmmhnn~ Nnngh~~..."
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