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Back to the Dream Mountain, Xinzi held Dong Ling’s chin, peering into her lavender eyes while her pert lips stood an inch away from his. Captivated by Xinzi’s eyes, Dong Ling fell into a trance, allowing their silent exchange to prolong into a languorous standoff. For the first time since they met, Dong Ling felt that she stood infinitely close to Xinzi’s soul, that with one yank, she could strip off the masks and reveal what hid behind his dark-brown eyes. Would a pit of doom spring up and smash her delusions?

Sandwiched by doubts and excitement, Dong Ling’s heart drummed against Xinzi’s chest. The purple-haired lass knew that she stood at a demarcation line. That once she crossed it, there was no way back. Xinzi wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing her tighter against his chest. Their warm breaths intertwined, and Dong Ling’s doubts flew out of her mind. Rising to her toes, the snakegirl pressed her lips against Xinzi’s. The monk’s grin broadened, and his tongue sneaked past Dong Ling’s lips, latching on and coiling with her tongue while their spit meshed and his hands roamed her luscious body.

Spurred on, Dong Ling wrapped her arms around Xinzi’s neck, leaned back as he pushed forward, and abandoned herself to his touch. Relying on slow, tantalizing motion, Xinzi controlled the pace. Dong Ling’s eyes burned with need, and as her lust peaked, the cloaked Tusha—who by Xinzi’s orders watched over the scene—activated a fifth-layer Copulation Array. Rotating runic circles flashed across the crypt, releasing waves of smoldering mist that connected to the pair’s meridians and set their senses ablaze.

Even from the outside, Chun Xu, who cultivated her Heart Chasing Immortal Law, could feel the temperature throughout the Dream Mountain rise at an absurd pace. The change ruined her focus, forcing her to contend against the myriad of perverse desires flashing through her mind. Dong Ling didn’t have to resist—better, she embraced the change. The reserves of Yin Qi in her body surged alongside the fifth-layer Copulation Array. Her rosy skin turned crimson and, as her breath grew ragged, she cupped Xinzi’s crotch.

Xinzi experienced similar changes, but as a veteran of dual cultivation endowed with a formidable foundation, the abrupt surge in yang, qi and blood revolution couldn’t alarm him. On the contrary, the collapse of Dong Ling’s inhibition was like a parallel to Xinzi’s increasingly more fiendish look. Letting the nimble lass run her hand up and down his crotch, Xinzi shifted targets, abandoning the comfort of Dong Ling’s lips to drag his tongue across her neck.

“Ohh…” The move sent a jolt of electricity to course through Dong Ling’s veins. Her nipples hardened in response, poking through her strapless mini-dress while her freed lips whimpered on Xinzi’s tune. Bewitched by Dong Ling’s moans, Xinzi slid one hand towards her breasts and the other down her curvy butt—fondling and playing both with a perfect blend of skill and raw lust.

As Xinzi’s hands sneaked past her dress and sank into her tender flesh, Dong Ling’s moans grew louder. In that instant, she could pledge that Xinzi possessed more experience than all the prodigal sons she beat down. But if before, such knowledge would have made her fume with rage, now she could only thank the Heavens for granting her this masterful monk.

“Ohh…ohh...ohh!” Taking over, Xinzi pushed one knee between Dong Ling’s legs, pressing and stroking her clit while his hand slid into her soaked panties, at first tracing then outright poking her butthole. Assaulted on too many fronts, the inexperienced gal couldn’t resist Xinzi’s touch. Her body moved on its own accord, shuddering and grinding against the monk as his hands and tongue lifted her into ecstasy. Dong Ling’s eyes rolled back, and she fell into her first orgasm.

Her hands fell by her sides, Xinzi pulled back and, too weak to remain standing, Dong Ling dropped on her knees. The look of rapture etched on her mesmerizing face was the final touch. All blood flowed towards Xinzi’s crotch, and a protruding bulge distorted his pants. In a haze, Dong Ling reached for Xinzi’s belt—untying it with clumsy yanks.

His hefty cock sprang free, smacking Dong Ling’s cheek. But instead of reeling at the surprise blow, Dong Ling rested her cheek against Xinzi’s hardened meat-slab. Her eyes locked on the specimen, observing it with a mix of curiosity, thirst and greed. Thirst and greed took over, and the snakegirl extended her tongue towards Xinzi’s cock, licking the pulsing veins.

Amused, Xinzi let Dong Ling play with his cock. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with effort. Side, tip, underside; as she sought Xinzi’s weak spots and gave free rein to her curiosity, Dong Ling drenched her lover’s cock in spit. Passing one hand through her hair, Xinzi patted Dong Ling’s head each time she found and licked a sensitive spot, while applying gentle pressure whenever her moves grew too wild—guiding her pace through “reward and punishment.”

Now, it was the monk’s turn to whimper on his partner’s tune. Xinzi didn’t dislike the sensation. If anything, moments like these where he could surrender control without fear of unsavory results were what he lived for.

Emboldened by Xinzi’s groans, Dong Ling paused, held half the head of his cock between her supple lips and raised those striking lavender eyes of hers towards him. Unbeknown to her, Dong Ling’s round pupils became slit lines, casting a hypnotic spell that lured in Xinzi’s gaze.

Provoked by the sultry eye contact, Xinzi’s cock swelled further, startling Dong Ling who didn’t expect it to grow any further. Flattered by the reaction, Dong Ling felt an impious surge of pride fill her chest and, without delay, impaled her throat on Xinzi’s shaft. “Ahh…” A long moan flew out of Xinzi’s lips. Through that one move, Dong Ling rocked all his nerves. His hands tightened on her scalp, but like a sex demoness made flesh, Dong Ling alternated between pulling and pushing—cramming her elastic throat with Xinzi’s meat-slab.

Holding on Xinzi’s waist for balance, Dong Ling blew his cock furiously, slurping and sucking at a wild and unbridled pace while her tongue coiled his meat and lashed all sweet spots. Though he’d expected the snakegirl’s innate talents to produce delightful results, as her loud slurping sounds filled the crypt and her spit drenched his meat, Xinzi had to admit that he underestimated the Zi clan’s bloodline. Half the cunts he’d ravaged so far couldn’t compare to Dong Ling’s tongue—the remaining half could barely offer a challenge.

Thinking of how the Dong clan had monopolized these national treasures for generations, Xinzi made the silent pledge to annex the Zi clan, and keep those vixens for his personal use. “Ohh yes...ahhh...ahhh!” Xinzi arched his head back. His groans and bliss peaked, and his cock tensed in Dong Ling’s vacuum-throat, signaling an impending orgasm.

Aristocratic Dongli women didn’t learn the specifics of reproduction before their official betrothal, so while Dong Ling knew that men and women spurted things that could be absorbed through dual cultivation, she couldn’t anticipate what was to come. Following her instincts, she kept blowing her mate, using Xinzi’s groans to guess how well she performed—warm jets of spunk burst from the monk’s cock, filling Dong Ling’s throat. At first, her eyes widened in surprise, but as she gagged on the impromptu meal, Xinzi pulled his cock out—dousing the young lady’s face with some more spunk.

“Mhm...rude, squishy and salty. Is that Yang Qi?” Dong Ling leaned back and blinked as she tasted Xinzi’s spunk.

“Ask your dad.”

“You might be tired of living, but I am not, yet. I spurted things, you spurted things. Let’s call it a draw.” The snakegirl put an end to the short exchange and joined her hands in a mudra—activating the Extreme Yin Transformation.

Tendrils of dark-blue energy erupted from her dantian; three collected the spilled milk, the rest sneaked into Xinzi’s chest—establishing a connection between his leaking Yang Qi and Dong Ling’s Yin Qi. Both sides’ cultivation bases improved, but it was Dong Ling who saw a massive leap. Saturated by Xinzi’s yang, her dantian morphed into a miniature Ice Realm, marking her break through into the first-level of the Extreme Yin Transformation.

If on another occasion such a breakthrough would have captured all her attention, as Xinzi stepped towards her, and his still erect pole of corrupt meat teased her eyes, Dong Ling couldn’t care less for her cultivation base. Her loins stirred and, reclining on the ground, she spread her legs wide enough to give Xinzi an imperfect glance at her starving cunt. The monk’s eyes flashed with a predatory glint and, without a word, he dropped on Dong Ling, trapping her between his hulking arms. The snakegirl’s legs spread of their own accord and Xinzi’s cock poked at her cunt.

“A’Xin...I want to cultivate,” Dong Ling said in a low, barely audible voice—trembling at Xinzi’s probing shaft.

“I will cultivate you well.” Was the monk’s only reply before his cock pushed into Dong Ling cunt, breaking her membrane to stuff her hole. “Ahh!” A sharp jolt of pain raced through the snakegirl’s voluptuous curves. The Copulation Array’s mist kicked in, nullifying her pain to heighten her bliss instead.

Tight! Oh, so very tight!

Xinzi took a moment to appreciate Dong Ling’s depths—never once breaking eye contact. As her jaw dropped and her eyes glazed over, the monk glided his cock down to the entrance and pushed it right back in.

“Ahh...ahhh...ahhh!” With slow, measured thrust, the monk explored his partner’s insides. Her moans filled the crypt, and the pounding...began!

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