Two tongues entwined passionately inside Xiao Yan’s mouth, wave after wave of pleasure constantly gnawing at his senses. His arms grew firmer in their embrace, as if he wished to merge the woman in his arms into his very body. As desire within flared wildly, Xiao Yan, caught in a hazy passion, instinctively let one hand drift up towards Yun Zhi’s willowy waist. It moved gently beneath her dark robes, caressing the skin as smooth and delicate as warm jade.
This intimate contact made both Xiao Yan and Yun Zhi quiver subtly; their breaths began quickening. Slowly his palm moved upward and in no time had taken hold of one of the soft mounds standing proud on her chest—the peak fit neatly in his grasp. Suddenly feeling such forbidden attention upon her sensitive zone roused Yun Zhi briefly from her own inflamed daze, the realization hitting her with clarity: the compromising situation she found herself in caused a sudden pale flush across her beautiful face. With lightning speed, she broke free of Xiao Yan’s kiss. Clenching her silver teeth, she whispered through gritted breaths: “Yaoyan, you…you dare violate me, and I swear—I’ll kill you once I recover!”
Despite the clear threat in her tone, passion still clouded Yun Zhi’s voice—her whisper trembling slightly with a rare hint of tearful desperation.
Her words struck Xiao Yan like a hammer blow to the head, suddenly restoring enough lucidity for him to realize what he had been doing, gripping her breast. His face flushed purple with shame, and quickly retracting his hand, he unleashed torrents of fighting spirit within himself, determined to suppress this raging flame of desire that refused control.
While Xiao Yan was suppressing the wild fire inside him, Yun Zhi fell again into sensual haze. Her tender arms circled Xiao Yan’s waist, cheeks rubbing against his broad chest lovingly. Yet before slipping away entirely, her stunning gaze suddenly overflowed with tears. In broken whispers from those tempting lips came: “Yaoyan, should I lose my purity tonight…I shall slay you first, then myself!”
Shining teardrops rolled down along her cheekbones before landing upon Xiao Yan’s chest. The cold sensation left only bitterness behind Xiao Yan’s smile; he sighed heavily and inwardly called out:
“Master, quit playing dead over there! How do I counteract this cursed aphrodisiac?!”
“Hehe, it’s actually quite an incredible opportunity!” chuckled Yao Lao mischievously. “That woman must hold a status of supreme prominence in the Jia Ma Empire. Imagine the possibilities should you two become more familiar?”
“For crying out loud, stop fooling around,” groaned Xiao Yan in exasperation. “She isn’t someone who would fall for whoever just takes advantage of her body. You heard her yourself—once she recovers, the first life she’ll be coming for is mine.”
A silence filled the air before Yao Lao finally sighed regretfully: “Very well. Direct your fighting energy into certain acupoints in her lower abdomen, thighs, and right beneath her neck.”
Xiao Yan blinked, eyebrows rising. All key sensitive spots on a woman?
“Master, you better not play tricks with me—it’s serious business here!” Xiao Yan wiped sweat off his brow and muttered uneasily. Yao Lao didn’t respond further though, opting back into silence.
Resigned yet decisive, Xiao Yan squared his shoulders, bent low and scooped Yun Zhi effortlessly into his arms, laying her gently on the stone slab nearby.
Now barely half-dressed, revealing generous glimpses beneath her attire, her alluring silhouette glowed under dim light. And Xiao Yan? He was bearing twice the torture—not merely keeping a lid on his internal fire but also acting saintly in front of a half-clad goddess.
He extended both hands calmly, channeling his fighting force outward. Taking a deep breath, he turned gently toward Yun Zhi—who remained disoriented—and apologized softly, “Forgive my intrusion.” No hesitation followed as hands flew deftly unfastening her dark robe until half of her snowy bosom showed—promptly halting at the perfect moment.
Eyes fixed straight ahead, finger-trio settled precisely between collarbone and tender upper cleavage, massaging rhythmically as waves of spiritual force flowed in tandem through Yun Zhi’s figure—subduing feverish hues upon her lovely cheeks alongside sultry little moans escaping parted rosy lips. Observing positive results reinvigorated Xiao Yan further; additional energy surged eagerly from core into fingers.
After minutes spent treating that initial spot effectively, eyes shifted downward, drawn inevitably by fate toward more sensitive territory—the belly. He sighed deeply while proceeding accordingly, peeling open even wider layers hiding her treasures—until both pert globes bounced free teasingly into cool air.
Dry mouth swallowed hard. Three fingers reached out next, tracing circles upon that silken flat stomach—an intimacy difficult not to feel stirred by, however disciplined he strived to remain. Yet perseverance paid off. Gradually her fiery blush dissipated, leaving fair porcelain tones restored serenely back to normal.
Minutely post-treatment, he swiftly pulled back fabric covering waist areas; gradually lifting hemlines further down leglines cautiously—never indulging, applying exact precision per guidance before shutting eyes tightly shut while redirecting energies via fingertip therapy alone across several other points along the legs.
While Xiao Yan worked closed-eyes magic, the object of treatment stirred faintly beneath his care—delicate fingers clenched subconsciously together, long lashes quivering tremulously atop lids. An emotion passed—a glimpse somewhere between indignity, shyness, or rage—fleeting fast yet clearly visible.
Soon enough Xiao Yan withdrew his exhausted palms soaked in sweat, tugged black garments carefully lower onto form below before turning aside, panting harsher breaths than before. Watching relief flood across previously enraptured expression gave rise to much-needed calm—but too quickly forgotten was his inner blaze, which now took this weakened moment ruthlessly attempting reemergence fueled by aiding exhaustion.
His countenance reddened fiercely—he bowed forward slightly, gazing at the helpless, breathtaking woman reclining prone unaware on bedding slab. Footstep unconsciously inched nearer, eyes trailing lower toward irresistibly plump red lips inches near his approach. Fire blazed hot within pupils.
Inching closer—both figures sensing escalating heat in each other’s presence when…suddenly, instead of collision—sharp retreating footsteps echoed instead through the cave. Then came abrupt stinging slap reverberating loudly within tight cavern walls. Hot air dispersed quickly, giving way to panicked footfalls fading rapidly outside the cave entrance.
Only once distant thumps disappeared completely did Yun Zhi open weary eyelids slowly, staring silently at wrinkled garment remnants still cloaking her partially exposed body. Another rebellious tear traced path down flawless cheek.
She knew full well the gravest danger passed, yet something else felt undeniably stolen. Every part explored fully beneath wandering hands—even her untouched body, kissed unknowingly for the first time in a small obscure mountain hideout. By someone decades younger no less.
Her royal position rarely allowed mere men so much as fleeting sideways glances never mind bold touches invading personal sanctum itself. This wasn’t simple embarrassment—it felt like violation wrapped with humiliation. Stripped of spiritual powers, the icy demeanor usually present faded slightly, buried deep where regal arrogance dared linger momentarily dormant.
Back when she wielded strength normally unfettered, no crude mixtures brewed recklessly by Xiao Yan ever would’ve stood a ghostly chance of affecting even slightest distraction upon imperial resolve.
Still reclined silently motionless, lips chewed delicately beneath sharp teeth biting softly, cheeks fluctuating colors betraying stormy introspection.
Meanwhile chasing escapee from cave confines was Xiao Yan racing madly towards roaring falls not far beyond ridge. Blistering internal hunger engulfed entire body like white-hot embers ready explosion, urging frenzied strides onward past limits. Distant thunderous crashes intensified water roar drawing nearer earshot—fresh humid air offering minuscule relief amidst suffocating torment.
Splash!
Upon seeing waiting pond below awaiting tired limbs, he dove headfirst plunging straight into depths, settling submerged among aquatic stillness. Letting icy liquid shock flaming nerves into numb tranquility helped some. From ring access produced pill gulped dry alongside handful gulps of surrounding chilled water—settling cross-legged deeper underwater to begin focused combat aura purification process anew.
Gradually temperature lowered externally, flames within retreating bit by bit.
Calm lake surface abruptly disturbed again—”plop!”
Upward erupted head breaking water tension, spittle flicking from dripping features as daylight dazzled eyes upwards greeting noonday sun overhead, body drained floating near rock embankments gasping recovery between heavy inhales.
Half-lidded eyes stared skywards again until tongue reflexively slicked lower lip moist thoughtfully reliving memory vividly replaying image—the noble immortal beauty whose sacred poise crumbled willingly within moments’ closeness. She, normally goddess-like unreachable presence, displayed her most enticing unrestrained side before him alone.
Bittersweet laughter bubbled briefly at futility in erasing such unforgettable encounter. Shifting emotions conflicted internally: regardless future consequences, the taste she’d given—his initiation into womenkind forever branded mental recesses impossible forgetting.
“Ahh…”
Sigh escaping unknown depths—rising reluctantly damp from waters, trudging back unsure footing toward dwelling entrance. Before reaching destination however Xiao Yan braced breath steadying resolve, murmured question:
“She’s surely awake now?”
Hand shaking ever-so-slightly gripped tighter, pushing ahead stepping cool shadow of mountain refuge—gaze snapped alert immediately seeking stone bed expecting occupant—but saw absence where warmth had rested moments prior?
Face blanched alarmed—rushed few frantic steps forward intent yelling—then stopped stock stiff throat prickled by steel point chillingly brushing bare skin.
Rigid frozen he kept gaze forward but peripherally registered dark cloak shifting behind. Whirling vision confirmed suspicion.
Black-robed Yun Zhi held slender blade unwavering, deadly edge poised menacingly against Xiao Yan’s neck, face ice-glazed unreadable fury carved into every curve.
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