The sounds of Mei's climax faded into ragged breaths as her body went limp beneath Li Wei. The overwhelming energy of his Qi Condensation breakthrough had demanded more than her before, and the final, shattering release had pulled her into unconsciousness. Her head lolled to the side, her skin glistening with sweat in the lamplight.
Li Wei withdrew, his own breathing heavy but his need far from sated. His gaze, dark and intense, shifted across the room to where Lian stood frozen.
A fresh wave of terror washed over her. *She's… broken. What will he do to me?* Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. The raw, primal power she had just witnessed, the sheer force with which he had taken Mei, painted a horrifying picture of her own fate. She took an involuntary step back, her eyes wide with panic.
Seeing her raw fear, a different impulse stirred within Li Wei. The initial, overwhelming surge of desire had been bled off by Mei's diligent service, leaving a sliver of patience in its wake. His expression softened, the hard lines of dominance easing into something approaching reassurance. 'Do not be afraid, Lian,' he said, his voice lower now, though it still thrummed with power.
He rose and walked toward her, his movements deliberate and controlled, a stark contrast to the animalistic frenzy of moments before. Lian flinched as he reached for her, but his hands were surprisingly gentle as they began to undo the fastenings of her servant's robes. Where he had torn Mei's clothes in impatient lust, he now carefully peeled Lian's garments away, letting them pool at her feet until she stood as naked as he, her slender form trembling.
*He's being… kind?* The thought was so foreign it barely registered. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and the strange, lingering heat that had built in her core as she watched. She was acutely aware of her own body, of the dampness between her thighs that shamed and confused her.
'Please...' she whispered, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it.
Li Wei's fingers paused at the last clasp. 'Please what, little flower?' he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
'I don't know,' she admitted, her voice trembling. 'Your body knows,' he assured her.
He drew her into a kiss, his lips soft and surprisingly patient against hers. It was not the demanding, consuming act she had expected but a slow, exploring pressure. Yet, as his hands traced the curve of her spine, he could feel the feverish warmth of her skin, could sense the readiness her fear tried to hide. The lingering effects of the Heavenly Tyrant's Dominion Scripture, that constant hum of amplified desire, recognized a willing vessel, even if her mind protested.
'You see?' he murmured against her lips, his voice a low rumble. 'Your body already knows its purpose.'
He guided her down onto the silken cushions beside the unconscious Mei. Lian's eyes were squeezed shut, her entire body rigid with anticipation of the pain she was sure would come.
But the pain, when it arrived, was a single, sharp, and fleeting moment.
He entered her slowly, a deliberate, stretching pressure that made her gasp. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, but the searing agony she had braced for never fully materialized. Instead, there was a profound feeling of fullness, of being stretched to her absolute limit. *He's so big… I can't…* The thought fragmented as he began to move.
For Li Wei, the sensation was a forgotten novelty. Mei, for all her devotion, was a woman well-used to his attentions. But Lian… she was impossibly tight, a hot, silken vise that clung to his every inch. It was the constricting, virginal tightness he had not experienced in years, and it sent a jolt of pure, possessive pleasure through him. Her small, lithe body seemed to envelop him completely.
To Lian's own astonishment, her body began to respond. The initial sting subsided, replaced by the same strange, building warmth she had felt while watching. Each of his thrusts, now growing in power and rhythm, seemed to strike some deep, hidden chord within her. *It doesn't hurt… not anymore. It feels…* She had no words for it. A moan, soft and unbidden, escaped her lips. Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, uncurled and tentatively came to rest on his powerful shoulders, not to push him away, but to anchor herself in the storm.
Li Wei drove into her with increasing force, his patience giving way to the rising tide of his climax. He watched her face, the play of confusion, shock, and dawning pleasure that made her seem even more innocent and alluring. He pounded into her tight, yielding heat until his own release crashed over him, a powerful, shuddering culmination that left him spent, for the moment.
He withdrew, looking down at her. Lian lay breathless, her body humming with the aftermath, her mind struggling to process what had just occurred. She had survived. 'Rest now,' he told her, his voice regaining some of its earlier command, though it remained softer than when he dealt with Mei. 'Your service was... adequate.'
He left her there among the cushions, turning his attention to the other side of the bed.
A soft groan signaled Mei's return to consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with exhaustion, yet a flicker of devotion remained. She shifted, a weak, apologetic smile on her lips. 'Young Master... forgive my weakness.'
Li Wei's lips curved into a faint smile. The energy of his breakthrough still simmered within him. 'Your body gave what it could,' he said, his gaze assessing her recovery. As Mei's eyes met his, a silent understanding passed between them. He reached for her, and she moved to meet him even though her body is weary. The night was far from over.