"Jin'er, what the hell is this stuff?" Lan An battled the fire scorching his insides, his gaze flickering away from the two captivating women writhing on the floor.
"Blazing Passion Mist," Jin'er replied coolly. "A gaseous aphrodisiac that unleashes raw, primal lust."
"Any way to stop it?" Lan An asked, his breath heavy. Unlike his instant love for Yan Ruo, his connection with Hong Lian and Die Qing was still fresh, and he didn't want to ruin them.
"There's one," Jin'er said quickly.
"What?" Lan An's voice sharpened.
"Sleep with them," she teased, a mischievous lilt in her tone.
Pfft.
Lan An grunted. Joking at a time like this?
"My lord, there's no other way. This Blazing Passion Mist is brutal—even Spirit Transformation cultivators would lose it, let alone you three."
"Hmph, Lan, I'm burning," Hong Lian moaned, her crimson dress gone, leaving only a peach bandeau straining over her full, heaving breasts. A thin undergarment hid her secret garden, baring smooth, pale skin and sleek, seductive legs.
If a Nascent Soul cultivator like Hong Lian was this overwhelmed, Die Qing, only Perfect Foundation Establishment, was worse. Her clothes had vanished entirely, her soft, rosy body bare before Lan An. Her budding breasts, tipped with pink cherries, a slender waist he could encircle with one hand, and below her navel, a tight, smooth slit framed by sparse black curls.
At 1.65 meters, a head shorter than Lan An, Die Qing's delicate features—small nose, jade cheeks, pink lips—promised stunning beauty in time.
"Ting'er feels so bad, hmph," she panted, one hand kneading her tender breast, the other sliding a finger along her delicate slit.
A vision of raw allure.
Lan An's breath caught, his trousers straining, sweat soaking him, eyes reddening.
His strong soul force barely restrained the surging desire, unlike the women, who were losing control.
Gritting his teeth, he approached Die Qing, voice rough. "Ting'er, you hear me? It's Lan."
"Mmm, Lan!" Die Qing lunged, her bare body clinging to him, limbs wrapping tight, her small lips seeking his like a kitten climbing him.
Chup chup.
Unable to resist, Lan An opened his mouth, letting her tongue slip in, their tongues entwining. He lifted her, soul force churning to hold onto a shred of clarity, and moved toward Hong Lian.
Hong Lian writhed, her sweat and fragrance blending into a heady mix, drying his throat.
Touching her cheek, shaking her gently, he pulled away from Die Qing's lips. "Lian, it's me. You still with me?"
Hong Lian's Nascent Soul willpower held. Her misty eyes cleared slightly, lips parting as she gasped, "Lan, give us what we need… I won't blame you, hmph."
"Will you both be mine?" Lan An asked, knowing escape was impossible. To avoid regrets, he spoke while she was lucid.
"Hmph, you're getting a steal…" Hong Lian panted. "I'll answer for Ting'er too. We're yours. Hurry, Lan."
Her clarity faded, her alluring body lunging to wrap around him, her slender hand boldly slipping into his trousers, grasping his rock-hard length, stroking it.
Hiss.
Lan An's desire overwhelmed him. His lips found Die Qing's sweet mouth again.
Chup chup.
Her taste was heavenly, saliva trailing from their lips, her hands gripping him tightly.
Hong Lian matched her, her hot, wet tongue licking across his face. Her full breasts, barely contained by the bandeau, pressed against his chest as she rubbed her lower body against his arm, seeking relief.
Growl.
Lan An rumbled, Spirit Power shredding his clothes, revealing a chiseled frame. His proud length stood tall, still cradled by Hong Lian's hand.
Pity flickered in his silver-white eyes. Releasing Die Qing's swollen lips, he claimed Hong Lian's full, fiery ones, savoring their heat.
Chup chup.
He lingered on her lips, Hong Lian greedily entwining her tongue with his, craving more.
Yan Ruo's mouth was cool and soft, fragrant like orchids; Die Qing's was sweet and youthful; Hong Lian's burned like aged wine, each unique, pulling him deeper.
One hand tore off Hong Lian's silk bandeau. Her full, round breasts bounced free, their fiery red tips standing proud under the dim glow of the Purple Heart Void-Burning Flame.
Chup chup.
Lan An's eyes blazed red, his mouth diving to her breasts, kneading them into different shapes, his tongue teasing her hardened nipples.
"Mmm, hmph," the women moaned, their thighs slick with desire.
Lan An couldn't hold back. He turned them, positioning them opposite him, his throbbing length facing their flushed, beautiful faces.
Like moths to a flame, their lips parted, tongues curling around his shaft, licking eagerly.
Lan An inhaled sharply, pleasure surging. He tore off Hong Lian's last undergarment, revealing her fiery red curls above a glistening, fragrant slit, its tight, rosy lips and pearl-like bud captivating him.
As he stared, Hong Lian trembled, a gush of warm fluid splashing his face. He lapped it up, savoring her sweet, womanly taste, then slid a finger between her soft lips, probing her warm, tight depths.
"Ah, hmph!" Hong Lian quivered, her tongue on his shaft slowing.
He kept teasing her, then turned to Die Qing's delicate slit, framed by sparse black curls, its pale pink lips exuding a youthful scent.
His tongue traced her from base to tip.
Die Qing shuddered violently.
Lan An glanced back, his shaft still nestled between their lips. He shifted, guiding it to Hong Lian's rosy mouth.
Instinctively, she opened wide, taking his hard length, her wet tongue swirling. Her hand caressed Die Qing's small breasts, while Die Qing watched his shaft move in her sister's mouth, licking his sensitive orbs, her hand boldly kneading Hong Lian's full breasts.
Lan An rocked his hips, sliding in and out of Hong Lian's exquisite mouth, his face buried in their fragrant slits, his finger still teasing Hong Lian's depths, making her tremble.
His rough tongue explored Die Qing's youthful slit, drinking her sweetness.
"Ah!"
Moments later, the overwhelming sensation gripped them. Lan An sat up, pulling his slick shaft from Hong Lian's lips, seeking her lower ones. His fingers shifted to Die Qing's tender slit.
His fingers delved into her soft flesh as his shaft slowly entered Hong Lian.
With a powerful thrust, he broke through her barrier, crimson blood spilling.
"Ah! Mmm!" Hong Lian cried out in pleasure, the pain of her deflowering overshadowed by the intense relief of being filled.
"Hmph."
Her tight, scorching depths gripped him. Lan An lost all reason, moving like a beast in rut, thrusting into his woman.
Thwap thwap.
Thwap thwap.
Lan An pounded relentlessly, Hong Lian's lips parting wide, her full breasts swaying with each thrust, ecstasy enveloping her. Her hands clawed his back, drawing blood.
"Ah, so good… harder!" she moaned hoarsely, lost in instinct.
Thwap thwap.
Lan An quickened, like a machine ravaging the delicate woman.
Die Qing watched their fierce union, her own slit aching. Lan An's single finger wasn't enough. She sought his lips.
Lan An caught her small tongue, trading saliva, and, sensing her need, slipped two more fingers into her tender slit, moving in and out.
Feeling her maiden barrier, he wisely retreated, instinct urging him to preserve it for now.
…
"Ah! I'm done, hmph!" Hong Lian shuddered violently after a long while, her slit clamping like a vortex, a warm flood surging, her full breasts heaving with ragged breaths.
She climaxed.
But Lan An wasn't done.
He pulled his slick, veined shaft from her swollen slit and stood, lifting Die Qing's petite, clinging form, aiming for her dripping, narrow slit and thrusting in.
Virgin blood trailed down her soft thighs.
He took her standing.
Die Qing's arms locked around his neck, feeling his blazing length invade her tight slit. She moaned in pleasure, her lips seeking his, entwining with his rough tongue.
She was addicted to kissing him.
Tight.
Snug.
Soft.
Lan An felt like he'd explode inside Die Qing's depths. Ignoring tenderness, he lifted her small frame, thrusting rapidly.
"Hmph, mmm," Die Qing moaned into his mouth, saliva trailing down their chests.
Thwap thwap.
Still unsatisfied, he set her down, turning her to raise her hips before him.
Her other small, rosy-brown opening, wrinkled and cute, caught his eye. He kissed it lightly but knew it wasn't time for that.
"Mmm."
Die Qing trembled as her slit was filled again, soaring to bliss, her body melting under his dominance.
Lan An reveled in her even tighter depths, thrusting harder.
"Hmph." Hong Lian, now sitting up, regained a spark of clarity, her Nascent Soul strength shining. Watching Lan An ravage her sister, she hummed softly, "Lucky bastard."
Her desire flared again. She moved closer, kneading Die Qing's budding breasts, then slid behind Lan An, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her full breasts against his back, rubbing slowly.
Lan An, already regaining some clarity, turned to Hong Lian, stroking her fiery, silky hair, voice rough. "Lian, you're back."
He kept thrusting into Die Qing's tight slit.
"Go easy," Hong Lian teased, a smirk flickering as he called her name. "Ting'er's still young."
"Hmph, the Blazing Passion Mist is too fierce. Had to go hard to cool you both," Lan An panted, half-excusing himself.
Hong Lian shot him a playful glare, knowing he was right. She moved to face Die Qing, kissing her small lips, hands still teasing her sister's breasts, helping Lan An bring her to climax.
Die Qing's cheeks flushed, her short black hair tousled, returning her sister's kiss passionately.
Seeing the sisters locked in a fervent kiss, Lan An's body tensed with pleasure. Gripping Die Qing's slender waist, he thrust deeper, each stroke hitting her core.
Drip drip.
The sisters' fluids splattered the floor.
"Ah! Hmph, so good!" Die Qing gasped, overwhelmed by relentless pleasure. Her slit gushed uncontrollably, her body convulsing as she climaxed, essence flooding from her core.
She was spent.
Lan An tensed, ready to release inside her.
"No, love!" Hong Lian, lucid, grabbed his arm.
Lan An nodded, realizing Die Qing was too young. He pulled his throbbing, near-bursting shaft from her slit.
Her small, round hips glistened with fluids, her slightly swollen slit a tempting sight.
Tenderly, he laid her down, kissing her rosy lips gently, tweaking her budding breasts like a soft caress.
Exhausted, Die Qing slipped into a deep sleep.
Seeing Lan An's care for her sister, and his still-raging, unrelieved shaft, Hong Lian's heart warmed. With a sultry whisper, she said, "My turn, Lan."
Before he could react, she leaned down, her small, fragrant mouth enveloping his furious length.
Hiss.
Lan An's heart swelled. He grasped her head, gently rocking his hips.
Gulp gulp.
Each thrust hit her throat. Feeling his shaft twitch, her warm, slick tongue lavished it.
"Hmph, Lian, you're too good," Lan An groaned.
A thick, hot surge filled Hong Lian's mouth. After two months since parting with Yan Ruo, he finally released, and Hong Lian swallowed it all, her cheeks flushed, hair slightly mussed.
At 1.73 meters, her curvaceous frame stood tall. Lan An pulled her up, facing her stunning features, kissing her lips tenderly, tasting himself on her tongue, his hands firmly holding her exquisite body against his chest.
After a long moment, they parted, a silver thread of saliva connecting their lips.
Their eyes locked. Hong Lian's fingers grazed his empty eye socket, then lingered on his silver-white eye with its crescent moon, her heart brimming with warmth.
Stroking her smooth back, Lan An pointed to the hovering Purple Heart Void-Burning Flame, murmuring, "Lian, want it? Let's tame it together."