Shen Yuan grinned wickedly, his eyes filled with lust. He hooked her knees over his elbows to reach deeper within her. With this the head of his cock reached even deeper and kissed her cervix with every powerful thrust.
“As you wish, my dear Ling’er,” he whispered seductively before thrusting hardly inside her. The head of his cock kissed her cervix with every powerful, relentless thrust, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her core.
“Ahhh~ Yes, Brother Yuan!” Wan Ling cried out, her voice ragged and breathless as she clung to him. “So deep… so big… Ahhhh~!”
Shen Yuan just grinned wickedly, his hips never faltering in their sexual rhythm. “That’s right, Ling’er,” he growled, his voice filled with seductiveness. “You really make me want to fuck you senseless.”
He captured her lips in a lewd, dominating kiss, swallowing her wanton moans and cries. One hand slid down to her pussy, his fingers finding her swollen, throbbing clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub in rough circles, determined to push her over the edge once more.
Wan Ling’s body tensed, her walls clamping down around Shen Yuan’s pistoning dick as her climax approached. “Brother Yuan!” she keened, her voice rising in pitch and volume. “I’m… I’m going to… Ahhhh!”
Her orgasm crashed over her, her folds gushing and spasming around Shen Yuan’s cock. He felt her release soaking his length, dripping down to pool on the bed beneath them. But even as her body shook and trembled, Shen Yuan showed no signs of stopping, no signs of slowing down.
Instead, with a final, hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her quivering depths. “Fuck, Ling’er!” he grunted, his voice echoing off the walls as his own climax overtook him. “Take my cum, take all of it!”
Wan Ling felt the first hot, thick spurt of his cum painting her insides, marking her, claiming her. Jet after jet of his potent release pumped into her, filling her up until she could feel it making lewd sounds inside her with every twitch of his shaft.
Shen Yuan lied down on top of her, pressing her down on the bed as their naked bodies clung to each other. Wan Ling and Shen Yuan took deep breaths to calm down.
“Haa…haaa…that was incredible.” Wan Ling said amidst her rough breaths.
Shen Yuan rolled to the side and pulled Wan Ling in a hug, “Haa…Truly, you are incredible, Ling’er.” He said with a soft smile.
She tiredly smiled and snuggled closer to him. “Let’s train later, for now…” She gave him a soft peck on his cheeks before placing her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
Shen Yuan softly smiled and kissed her forehead, “Goodnight.” He also closed his eyes and decided to rest.
…
After who knows how long, Shen Yuan’s eyes fluttered open, feeling something hot and wet on his dick, he lifted his head slightly to see Wan Ling licking and sucking his dick.
Wan Ling pulled her head back and released his dick with a plop, “Good morning Brother Yuan.” She grinned feeling his dick twitch in her hand.
“You little succubus, you really are insatiable.” He chuckled and pulled his arms behind his head.
“Hey, where do you think I’m little?” She said, pushing her breast out as if to say ‘I’m not little’.
“Haha, yes yes, you are not little,” He laughed and pointed at his dick, “Now, would you mind helping me down there?”
Wan Ling eagerly smiled and lowered her head, “Gladly.”
…
Shen Yuan stood inside the room after cleaning it up in white robes, beside him stood Wan Ling wearing pretty green robe.
“Alright, now that you have gotten my Primordial Yang and have stored it with Eternal Yin Yang Sutra, we can use it to push your cultivation base to the Extreme Origin Core Realm.” He said seriously.
Wan Ling nodded her head, Shen Yuan had talked a lot with her, telling him about his unique physique which regenerates his Primordial Yang among the other things, so she benefited greatly from it.
“Yes, Brother Yuan,” she replied with a calm and gentle voice. With her gaze fixed upon him, Wan Ling settled into a cross-legged position on one of the round meditation cushions in the training room.
Shen Yuan lowered himself onto a cushion opposite her, matching her posture. “Good,” he said gently, “Now, remember the Eternal Yin Yang Sutra we discussed? Focus on its central principle—balancing the newly gathered Primordial Yang with your existing Yin Qi. We’ll guide that energy through your meridians before gathering it at your core.”
He lifted one hand, motioning in a slow, circular pattern. “First, gather your spiritual energy into your dantian. Don’t force it—just coax it to flow in a smooth cycle, like a gentle current. Once you feel the circulation is steady, begin drawing on the Primordial Yang you absorbed.”
Wan Ling closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. The subtle fragrance of incense and faint traces of their shared cultivation from earlier still colored the air.
She centered her Will on her dantian, visualizing the swirl of Qi there—soft and luminous, infused with a hint of warmth from the newly acquired Yang essence.
She exhaled slowly. Sure enough, she felt the flicker of Shen Yuan’s Primordial Yang waiting like a bright ember in her sea of Qi. Focusing on that source, she began guiding it along the channels of the Eternal Yin Yang Sutra.
A sense of gentle heat spread through her meridians, warming them but not burning—an immediate sign that the energy was fusing with her own Yin.
“Very good,” Shen Yuan murmured, keeping his voice soft so as not to disturb her concentration. “Maintain that balance. The Eternal Yin Yang Sutra will help meld the two energies so that neither overpowers the other. If at any point you feel a jolt or sharp pain, speak up. That means we need to adjust the ratio.”
Wan Ling nodded in acknowledgment, never opening her eyes. She let her breath synchronize with the sutra’s rhythm—an inhale brought Qi inward, an exhale smoothed it through her limbs.
Each cycle drew the Primordial Yang deeper, until it mixed with her Yin in a gradually expanding spiral.
Her face grew slightly flushed as the warmth intensified, but she kept her focus, remembering what Shen Yuan had taught.
She felt her bloodline stir somewhere in the background, curious about this new, potent energy but not interfering.
Wan Ling silently thanked her earlier training, which had made her far more adept at maintaining multiple flows of Qi simultaneously.
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Shen Yuan watched her closely. “Now,” he said softly, “guide the fused energy down to your dantian. Imagine a small vortex forming, drawing in everything. As the vortex stabilizes, gently compress the energies. Not forcefully—think of it as shaping soft clay rather than hammering iron.”
A faint sheen of perspiration appeared at Wan Ling’s temples, the tension of new energies merging under her control. Her breathing quickened, but her expression stayed determined.
As he instructed, she visualized a growing spiral of Qi, tinted with subtle sparks of brilliance where the Primordial Yang meshed with her Yin. Bit by bit, the swirl gathered in her dantian, condensing into what felt like a fluid, glowing orb.
“That’s it,” Shen Yuan said. He controlled his own Qi and rotated it in tandem with hers—though only lightly.