Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

Chapter 335: Fuck me please (R-18)

The empress’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over Lucas’s chest, her touch warm and teasing, each graze sending sparks through his skin.

Her scent wrapped around him, intoxicating, pulling him deeper into the haze of desire. Her body, bare and luminous under the dim glow of the chamber’s candles, was a vision that burned itself into his mind.

Those breasts, soft and perfectly proportioned, swayed gently with her movements, drawing his eyes despite his struggle to stay composed. Her waist, impossibly narrow, curved into hips that flared wide, framing an ass so plump and round it begged to be touched.

Lucas’s hand lingered on her arm, his fingers trembling with restraint as the heat of her skin seared into him.

"Gods," he rasped, voice thick with want, "you’re... fucking unreal." His cock strained against the thin fabric of his trousers, the ache almost painful now as her nakedness pressed closer, her thighs brushing against his.

The air crackled with tension, her dominance palpable as she leaned in, lips hovering near his ear.

Her hand slid lower, teasing just above his waistband, her nails grazing the sensitive skin there. "Look at you, already so hard for your empress."

Her eyes gleamed with wicked intent as she pressed her body against his, her soft breasts crushing against his chest, her hips rolling slightly to let him feel the heat between her thighs.

The urge to grab her, to flip her onto the bed and bury himself inside her, was overwhelming, but her presence held him in place, a willing captive to her game. Her lips brushed his jaw, teasing, denying him the kiss he craved. "Beg for it," she whispered, her hand finally dipping lower, palming his cock through the fabric with a slow, torturous squeeze. "Tell me how bad you want your empress to fuck you."

Lucas’s voice cut through the thick air like a blade."No," he said, low, deliberate, every syllable dripping with command. "You tell me how bad you want me to fuck you."

The words struck her hard. Her fingers still rested on his chest, her naked body inches from his, candlelight flickering over the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips. For a single heartbeat the Empress looked... stunned. Not offended or angry. Stunned, and then utterly, devastatingly undone.

A visible shiver ran through her. Her golden eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with raw, helpless lust. The hand that had been teasing his cock now clutched at the fabric of his trousers like she needed it to stay upright.

She swallowed, throat working, pride and power cracking open like never before. "You..." Her voice came out hoarse, trembling with something between awe and desperation. She pressed closer, thighs parting so she could straddle his lap right there on the edge of the silk-draped bed, her slick heat dragging over the hard line of his cock still trapped beneath cloth.

A broken little moan slipped from her lips at the friction. She leaned in until her forehead rested against his, breath ragged. "Let me tell you a secret, Xavier," she whispered, the confession spilling out like wine from an overturned chalice.

"It’s been decades since any man has truly had me. Decades since I let any man inside this body."

Her hips rolled slow and filthy against him, coating his trousers in her wetness.

"I don’t just want the dual cultivation," she breathed, voice cracking with need. "I want you to fuck me so hard my legs give out. I want you to split me open on that cock until my thighs tremble and my pussy can’t stop clenching around you for days. I want to feel you so deep I forget I’m an empress and remember I’m just a woman who needs to be ruined." She dragged her nails down his chest, desperate now, all pretense of control shattered."Please," she whispered against his mouth, the word foreign and exquisite on her tongue. "Fuck your empress until she can’t walk straight. Make me yours."

Lucas’s ego surged like wildfire at the sight of her, the untouchable Empress, reduced to trembling pleas. He slid one large hand into her hair, fingers threading through the strands, and gave a slow, possessive stroke, as if petting a prized, obedient cat.

Then, without warning, his other palm cracked down on the plush curve of her ass, the sharp slap echoing through the chamber. Her whole body jolted; a broken cry tore from her throat, half shock, half pure bliss. He soothed the stinging flesh immediately, kneading the reddened cheek with rough tenderness, then dragged his mouth down to her breasts.

He took one soft, perfect mound between his lips, tongue swirling around the stiff peak while his hand claimed the other, rolling and pinching until she arched, gasping his name like a prayer.

"Xavier... please..."With effortless strength he rose, scooping her naked body into his arms as though she weighed nothing. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, lips seeking his throat in frantic little kisses.

He carried her the few steps to the massive imperial bed, its crimson silks and golden embroidery fit for a goddess, and laid her down with surprising gentleness, as she were something sacred and breakable even while he intended to ruin her.

He crawled over her, eyes blazing with molten yang fire. Both palms settled on her breasts again, cupping, massaging, and this time he let his pure, refined Yang qi pour into her like liquid sunlight. Golden threads of energy sank through her skin, flooding her meridians, igniting every nerve. The Empress’s back bowed violently; her thighs clenched together as a fresh rush of slick heat spilled from her core."Ah—!" The cry that left her was raw, animal.

Her cultivation base, stagnant for decades at the very peak of the Celestial realm, shuddered as though a dam inside her cracked. The Yang energy was too perfect, too potent, wrapping around her frozen Yin essence and dragging it into violent, ecstatic motion.

"Every day," she panted, eyes glassy with lust and wonder, "I want this every single day, Xavier, gods, I’ll beg for it every morning and night..."

Her hips rolled helplessly, seeking friction, chasing the promise of more. Another pulse of Yang qi rolled through her breasts and down into her lower belly; her pussy clenched hard on nothing, dripping onto the imperial sheets."I can feel it," she whimpered, voice breaking, "my bottleneck... it’s trembling... fuck me, please, flood me with it until I break through and shatter around you..."