Chapter 3 The Night the Imperial Palace Became a Glacier of Moans
Imperial bedchamber, Celestial Dawn Floating Palace, midnight.
The moment the formation seals locked, the temperature inside the chamber plummeted fifty degrees.
Xiao Mei, the undefeated Ice Empress who had frozen entire armies with a glance, was currently pressed against the wall by her own husband, legs wrapped around his waist, imperial robes torn open from the front like someone ripping a gift wrapping.
Lin Feng's palm slid under the ruined silk and closed around her left breast.
Perfection.
Her breasts were full, high, and impossibly soft like warm snow that refused to melt in his hand. The shape was that perfect teardrop every sculptor in the continent would sell their soul to carve, heavy enough to overflow his large palm, yet perky enough that they defied gravity even without the support of clothing. The skin was silk like cream, so pale it glowed under the moonlight streaming through the ice crystal windows.
He squeezed.
Slowly but deliberately.
Her flesh molded around his fingers like the world's most expensive memory foam, then bounced back the instant he relaxed his grip, leaving faint pink handprints that made his mouth water.
"Still as obscene as I remember," he growled against her ear, rolling the soft mound in his hand until she whimpered. "A hundred years and these didn't sag even a millimeter. Did you cultivate them specially for me, wife?"
Xiao Mei's answer was a broken moan and a desperate roll of her hips against the very obvious bulge in his pants.
Lin Feng smirked, lowered his head, he took one pale pink nipple between his lips.
Gentle at first just the flat of his tongue swirling around the already stiff peak. Then he closed his teeth.
Not hard. Just enough pressure for her to feel the threat.
"Ah...!"
Her back arched so violently the ice wall behind her cracked in a spiderweb pattern.
He sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing, drawing the tender bud deeper into the wet heat of his mouth while his hand kneaded the other breast in slow, possessive circles. Every pull of his mouth made her thighs clench tighter around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back like she was trying to fuse with his skin.
When he finally released the nipple with a wet pop, it was swollen dark rose and glistening. He blew a cool breath over it just to watch her shiver.
"You are sensitive here," he said in a rough voice. "Good girl."
His hands dropped lower.
Xiao Mei's butt was on a whole different level.
Two perfect half moons, high and round, the kind of perky that belonged on an eighteen year old prodigy, not a century old empress. The muscle underneath was firm from years of sword practice, but the outer layer goods felt like the finest satin stuffed with clouds. When he grabbed both cheeks and spread them, the flesh filled his palms so completely his fingers disappeared into softness.
He squeezed hard.
The shape of the butt changed instantly from perfect round to heart shaped to whatever form he wanted then sprang back the moment he let go, jiggling just enough to make his vision go red.
Lin Feng lifted her higher against the wall and buried his face on her neck, lips sucking her collar bone while his hands kept playing. One rough palm kneaded her left cheek in slow circles, the other delivered a sharp, possessive slap that echoed like thunder.
PAH!
The butt bounced sending ripples outward in perfect waves, turning a delicate pink.
Xiao Mei cried out, nails raking down his back hard enough to tear robes and skin. Blood welled. He growled in approval.
"Again," she begged, her voice cracking, her imperial dignity had been thrown away. "Spank me. I'm yours. Always was forever."
So he continues spanking the empress.
Left cheek, right cheek, over and over until both were glowing warm and tender, the skin hot under his touch when he bent to soothe the sting by patting her butt. Every slap made her grind against him harder, the thin fabric that cover her lower part was now completely soaked and clinging to her private place he hadn't even touched yet.
Lin Feng finally set her down on the massive jade bed carved from a single piece of ten thousand year profound ice and flipped her onto her stomach.
Her ass rose in the air like an offering, red handprints blooming across her pale skin like peach blossoms on snow.
He knelt behind her, spread her again just to watch the way her body trembled, then leaned down and bit one swollen cheek hard enough to leave teeth marks.
Xiao Mei screamed into the sheets, hips bucking involuntarily.
"Still not enough?" he teased, voice dark. "Don't worry, wife. We have all night. By the time I'm done, every inch of you will remember who you belong to."
Above them, the Ice Phoenix phantom in the palace vault let out a long, desperate cry that shook the entire floating continent.
Outside, the elders on duty spat blood when the temperature suddenly dropped to absolute zero for a hundred li.
Inside, Lin Feng finally tore away the last shred of silk between them and pressed himself against her dripping heat.
"Say it," he ordered, grinding slow and merciless.
Xiao Mei turned her tear streaked face against the sheets, silver hair sticking to her cheek, and sobbed the words he'd waited a century to hear
"Yours… only yours… husband, please"
He thrust home in one brutal stroke.
The entire palace flashed white.
Ice exploded outward in a perfect circle, forming a thousand meter glacier around the bedchamber.
And somewhere in Lin Feng's mind, the system dinged like it had won the lottery
"DING! [Extreme Yin Ice Phoenix Dual Cultivation Art activated!]
Progress: 0% ... 47% in one thrust
Reward: Host's Yang essence purity +999%, Empress's cultivation speed ×100 for the next 72 hours
Warning: Palace may literally sink if host continues at current intensity."
Lin Feng laughed, grabbed two handfuls of that perfect, marked up ass, and pulled her back onto him harder.
"Let it sink," he snarled. "Tonight the heavens can watch."
The glacier groaned.
Xiao Mei screamed his name until her voice broke.
And the reunion that the entire continent had waited a hundred years for finally, truly began.