She had stopped gripping the cedar roots.
Both hands were now on his forearms — not pushing, gripping, the specific grip of a woman who had found the nearest available structural support and was using it.
Her body was doing things she was going to have opinions about later.
'Interesting territory,' the Heavenly Demon's part of him noted.
'Interesting woman,' said the physician's part, watching the physiological responses cascade with the honest completeness of a mortal-baseline body receiving dual cultivation ambient output for the first time.
He drove deeper.
PAAAH.
'KYAAANN~!!!—HAAANN~!!!—AAAHNN~!!!'
The chieftain's hall was not a hall in the architectural sense of cultivation-world sects and city compounds.
