Chapter 94: Their First Night (2)

Ji Yan was impatient, but Gu Yuan wasn’t ready to rush. Or perhaps, more honestly, he simply wanted to bask in the afterglow of his first release inside Ji Yue.

Exhaling slowly, he drew out of her, and the soft, wet sound of it seemed far too loud in the quiet room.

White seed mingled with her wetness, a thread of red among it, proof of what had just passed between them. He looked up at her. She lay flushed and spent among the scarlet silk, her breasts rising and falling, her eyes unfocused, as if she had traveled somewhere far and not yet found her way back.

He had died once with nothing to show for it. Yet here was the Myriad Fate Empress, trembling in his bed, calling herself his... how amazing.

His hand moved before he’d decided to move it. He took out a recording crystal he had prepared days ago and activated it, capturing her face, the silk, the red lanterns, the sound of her breathing. Some memories were too precious to leave to the mercy of time.

He was still hard, and he was reaching for her again when the world turned over and he found himself on his back, a soft weight settling across his hips. Ji Yan looked down at him with a faint, wicked curve to her lips.

"It’s my turn."

His hands settled on her waist, and a low, teasing chuckle left him. "Your command is my pleasure... my empress."

She was still fully dressed. The wedding robes had bunched at her waist, pale thighs bare against his hips, and she had left it that way on purpose.

Her gaze said it plainly: I wore this all day for you. Unwrap me.

He sat up and drew her into his lap. Her heat pressed against him, but he took his time. Every knot, every layer, every clasp, until the red silk slid from her shoulders and she was naked against him, skin to skin, her heartbeat hammering against his chest.

Ji Yan, who pushed back against everything, held very still while he undressed her. But when the last layer fell away, she waited no longer. No foreplay. She reached down, guided the thick head of his rod, still wet with her sister’s release, to her own already slick entrance, and sank down in one long motion.

"Ahh~!" A sharp, involuntary cry tore from her throat as the full length speared into her, taking her purity. She bit down on his shoulder to swallow the sound, and she didn’t stop. Her hips began to move, up and down, fierce and stubborn, refusing to let the pain win.

Gu Yuan felt it again, the same phenomenon as when he had taken Ji Yue’s virginity. Spirit Qi was gathering in the room, drawn toward some place. He ignored it once more. There was no room in his mind for anything else.

His hands closed around her ass, gripping hard, lifting her and dropping her, setting a rhythm that met the hungry roll of her hips. Her breasts bounced against his chest with every descent, her nails raked down his back, and the wet slap of their bodies filled the room. Her lips found his, and they kissed like they were starving, clinging to each other as if the two of them were the only solid thing in the world.

Her insides were hot, almost scalding compared to the cool, ice-tempered flesh of her twin. Gu Yuan felt like he was melting, like a candle carried into a furnace, and she clenched around him as though she meant to take every drop of him.

He didn’t last long. The heat, and the sight of the former Immortal Empress riding him with such raw need, was more than he could handle. With a ragged groan he spilled deep inside her, and she followed him over the edge with her face buried in his neck, whispering his name.

Neither of them slowed.

They continued as though the climax had only sharpened their hunger, moving together like animals in heat. One round, then another, then more. Gu Yuan’s stamina as a cultivator kept him hard and relentless; Ji Yan’s competitive fire kept her demanding more.

At some point he flipped her onto her back and drove into her from above, watching her golden eyes glaze, her red hair fanning across the sheets, her legs locking around his waist to pull him deeper. Later she pushed him down again and rode him with long, deep strokes, laughing breathlessly into his mouth.

It was only after the third or fourth shared release that his gaze drifted past Ji Yan’s shoulder.

Ji Yue was still there.

She lay on her side a short distance away, silver hair half-covering her face, one knee drawn up. At a casual glance she might have seemed merely resting. But he saw the subtle, almost continuous shift of her hips, the hand tucked between her thighs, the small, secret circles. Her lips were parted. Her purple eyes, when they met his, were dark with open, unsatisfied want.

She was touching herself, carefully enough that it wouldn’t draw attention, yet not carefully enough to hide it from a man who was looking.

Something possessive and hungry stirred in him.

He started to rise toward her, but Ji Yan shoved him flat again and sank onto him in a firm, claiming motion. "No. We agreed. The first week is mine."

"Well," he said, voice rough, "did either of you ask me first?"

She only smiled and rolled her hips harder. He let her have the moment. His fingers dug into her soft, shaking breasts as he fucked up into her, matching her every descent until she shuddered above him and he followed her over once more.

Only then did he lift her off and set her gently aside.

He turned fully toward Ji Yue.

He didn’t go between her thighs. Instead he knelt beside her head, his length still glistening with Ji Yan’s release and his own.

"How about you clean it first?"

Her purple eyes narrowed. For a moment she looked at him as though she couldn’t believe he truly intended to put that in her mouth. She, the Myriad Fate Empress, was expected to lower herself to do such a thing?

You would dare? her eyes asked.

He dared. Because beneath the pride he saw it plainly: the way her lips parted, the way her tongue touched them. Someone truly unwilling would have turned away. Ji Yue was only performing reluctance, and they both knew it.

He waited, giving her every chance to refuse. She didn’t.

She took his heavenly rod into her mouth with a soft, muffled sound of protest that melted almost at once into something else. Her tongue moved against him, not with the clumsy reluctance of someone forced, but with the focused, greedy strokes of someone who had already decided to take what was offered.

He watched her face as he pushed deeper, until the head of him touched the back of her throat.

Her eyes widened, and her body shook. For a second he thought he had imagined it, until he looked down the length of her and saw her hips lift sharply off the sheets, her pink folds clenching and spilling a sudden gush across her thighs.

She had come. Without a single touch.

Understanding settled in him. The elegant, controlling Myriad Fate Empress, ten million years of dignity, wanted it rough... she wanted to be used.

He tested the discovery. He settled both hands in her silver hair, tilted her head, and drove his length straight into her throat. Instead of protest, her fingers closed on his thigh and pulled him closer. A silent permission, and a plea.

So he gave her what she asked for. He fucked her mouth in steady, deep strokes, watching every proud line of her face dissolve into something raw, eyes watering, lips stretched wide around his shaft, soft choking sounds vibrating against him.

Maybe tonight he was simply meant to be a short finisher. He couldn’t hold on long. With a low, guttural sound he buried himself to the root and came hard, thick ropes of cum pulsing straight down her throat. When he finally pulled free, Ji Yue coughed, a mixture of saliva and cum spilling from the corner of her mouth. Some she had already swallowed. The rest glistened on her tongue and lips.

Ji Yan had been watching from beside them, wide-eyed, naked and fascinated. She leaned closer. "How is it? Is it tasty?"

Ji Yue, propped on one elbow against the pillows, turned her head and extended her tongue just enough for her sister to see a thin strand of white still clinging to it.

"Do you want to try?"

Ji Yan’s golden eyes flicked from the offered tongue to Gu Yuan’s face, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. She shook her head once, declining, though not without interest.

The sight of them like that, one still tasting him, the other watching with open fascination, sent a surge of heat through him, and he hardened again almost at once.

He moved back between Ji Yue’s thighs and sank into her in one long thrust. Her cool flesh welcomed him with a tight, eager clench, and he began to move, deep and steady, watching her face as every thrust drove another soft, broken sound from her throat.

Not to be left out, Ji Yan pressed her body against his back and turned his face to hers, claiming his mouth in a hungry kiss. Gu Yuan answered without breaking rhythm. One hand stayed on Ji Yue’s waist. The other slid between Ji Yan’s thighs, two fingers pushing into her wet and used folds, curling and stroking in time with the thrusts he gave her sister.

The three of them moved together in the warm lantern light, silver hair and red hair tangled across the scarlet sheets, soft moans and wet sounds filling the quiet bedchamber.

Outside, the night was still young, and their wedding night had only just begun.

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Author’s note:

First, thank you for reading until this point. The first volume ended with this Chapter.

How was the first volume? Is there anything, you feel dissatisfied with and hope to be improved in the next volume?

Then, what about the smut scene? Because it’s a cultivation novel, I tried to lean into a style that feels fitting for the genre.

Lastly, how frequently would you like to see smut Chapters going forward? A lot? A little? Or in between?

I appreciate all comments!