The hot spring steam rose around them as Cang continued his rhythm—thrusting through Song Mei's soft thighs while Zhen Yǐng's split tongue worked his cockhead with increasing enthusiasm.
But he wanted more.
"Both of you—" His voice was commanding, cutting through their moans. "Out of the water. Now."
Zhen Yǐng pulled back, his cock sliding from her mouth, confusion on her flushed face.
"Why—?"
"Because I'm going to fuck you both properly," he said simply. "And I need more space than this pool provides."
He lifted Song Mei off his lap—making her whimper at the loss of contact—and stood, water cascading off his muscular body, his twelve-inch cock jutting proudly from his hips.
The two women exchanged glances—one ancient spirit beast, one newly awakened cultivator—and followed him out of the spring.
The cave floor near the pool was smooth stone, worn down by centuries of water flow, creating a natural platform that was surprisingly comfortable.
