"Mmmph... Shi Yang..." Han Jie's voice was a breathless murmur against his lips, her words lost in the heat of their kiss. She could feel the telltale twitch of his release deep within her, each pulse sending shockwaves through her own body.
With a soft gasp, she wrapped her arms around him tighter, holding him close as he emptied himself into her. The sensation was overwhelming—a flood of warmth that seemed to spread from the very core of their joining outward.
For a long moment, they simply clung to each other, bodies still entwined as they rode out the aftershocks. Finally, with a contented sigh, Han Jie nuzzled into Shi Yang's neck.
"Well," she said softly after a beat, "I suppose you've made your point." A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, even as she basked in the lingering pleasure between them.
Her lips softly cupped his. "But now it's my turn," she purred, breaking the kiss. "Sometimes the journey doesn't end once you reach your destination."
Her hips rose, her arousal slicking droplets along his shaft. She swallowed, pulling herself almost off. "You sometimes make detours afterwards~"
She smirked, teasing his tip as she rolled her waist in circles. His dragon's head was tightly ensnared by her folds, using it as a plug to hold onto all the seed he had poured inside her velvety pink walls.
He chuckled. "Is that so~" he cooed, lifting her up by the thighs and moving them farther onto the bed. His knees finally pressed against the mattress as he watched Han Jie's gaze fill with mischief.
"Mmm, detours can be quite... enlightening," Han Jie purred, her fingers trailing down Shi Yang's chest in a slow, teasing path. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her as she shifted beneath him, guiding him deeper with each roll of her hips.
Her breath caught as he lifted her thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate his powerful frame. The position left her open and exposed—vulnerable yet exhilarated by the sheer intimacy of it all.
"Enlighten me then," he challenged softly, locking eyes with her as she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist. "Show me just how much you've learned on our little journey so far."
With that, she leaned up to capture his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with his as he urged her on. The world narrowed down to the sensation of their bodies moving together—skin against skin, breath mingling, hearts pounding in sync.
Han Jie broke away with a gasp, her chest heaving as she looked up at Shi Yang with a sultry smile.
"Teach me more," he whispered, voice husky with desire. "I'm ready for whatever detours you have in mind."
Han Jie's smile turned wicked as she gazed up at Shi Yang, her eyes glinting with mischief. She could feel the tension coiling tighter within him—the promise of more pleasure to come.
With a playful nip to his lower lip, she whispered, "Then let's take a detour through the temptations of the immortals."
She shifted beneath him, guiding his hips in a slow grind that had them both gasping. Her inner walls clenched around him, eager for more of his touch.
"Wrap your arms around me," she urged breathlessly, "and hold on tight. We're about to take a wild ride."
As he complied, Han Jie began to move—her body undulating like a serpent as she rode him with increasing fervor. The bed creaked in protest beneath their combined weight, but neither of them seemed to notice or care.
Lost in the heat of the moment, Han Jie closed her eyes and let herself be consumed by sensation—each thrust sending shockwaves through her core. She could feel Shi Yang's heartbeat pounding against hers, their ragged breathing mingling in the air between them.
"More," she panted desperately, "give me everything..."
And he did just that—his movements becoming more urgent as he chased their shared climax. The room filled with the sounds of their passion—moans and gasps and slapping flesh—as they hurtled toward release together.
In that moment, there was no past or future—only this perfect now where two souls were united in pure ecstasy...
The first pale wash of dawn spilled across the pavilion, turning the paper screens a faint gold. The white lotus cauldron sat dormant now, its steam long gone cold. What heat lingered in the room was not from flame or incense, but from the storm the two of them had ridden until night had burned itself away.
Shi Yang lay sprawled on the disheveled bedding, chest heaving, sweat cooling on his skin. His hair clung to his temples, his breath still uneven from their last, ragged climax. Beneath the haze of exhaustion, he felt the steady throb of his manhood—still buried within the molten warmth of Han Jie, acting as a cork to trap every drop he had poured into her through the night.
Han Jie lay atop him, her naked body slick with sweat, skin flushed with the heat of spent passion. A thin bedsheet had slipped down her back, draping across the curve of her rear, leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts pressed against his chest with every shallow breath, her damp hair sticking to her shoulders and his collarbone alike.
Her lips brushed against his neck in a lazy murmur, more exhale than voice. "Mmm… so dawn has already come…" Her tone was languid, almost dreamy, though the playful edge that was so much a part of her never fully faded.
Shi Yang's arm rested heavily across her waist, pulling her tighter against him, as if he feared she might vanish if he let go. His other hand idly traced along her spine, down to the sheet gathered at her hips.
"Seems the moon gave us one long night," he muttered, his voice low, hoarse from the hours of panting and cries they'd shared. His lips curved into a faint, exhausted grin. "I'll take it as a blessing."
Han Jie smirked against his skin, shifting her hips just slightly—enough to make him twitch inside her. "A blessing?" she teased softly, voice husky from wear. "Or a punishment, for daring to keep up with me until sunrise?"
He chuckled, though it broke into a groan when she rolled her hips lazily, reminding him that she still held him captive. "If this is punishment," he said, "then may the heavens punish me again."
Her laugh was low and throaty, vibrating against his chest. She nestled closer, her sweat-slick body molding perfectly against him, her folds still gripping him as though refusing to let him go. The bed creaked faintly beneath their entwined forms, the sheet slipping lower, baring more of her backside to the cool dawn air.
For a long while, there was no need for words. Only the sound of two bodies pressed together, breath mingling, hearts beating in weary unison. The tournament, the list, the looming dangers of the city—all of it was distant, washed away in the haze of a night that had left them both marked, bound more tightly than before.
Han Jie finally lifted her head, her cheeks glowing with the warm light of morning. She looked down at him with a lazy, sated smile, strands of her damp hair falling across her flushed face.
"Brother Shi…" she whispered, voice almost tender now, "…next time, don't think you'll outlast me."
Her words were a purr and a promise, as the dawn stretched further into the room, painting their sweat-slick bodies in the glow of a new day.