Molding the Heroine into SleeveDay Two: The Creek
Morning found them at a clear stream, the water cold and pure, perfect for bathing after a night of continuous fucking had left them covered in dried sweat and cum.
Cang waded in first, sighing as the cold water hit his overheated skin. The dragon scales on his arms seemed to shimmer under the surface, catching sunlight.
"Hubby~!"
He turned to see Lianhua at the water's edge, completely naked, silver eyes bright with mischief.
She posed for him—hands behind her head, chest thrust out, one leg bent to display the curve of her hip and the glistening pink of her pussy between her thighs.
"Do I look pretty~?" she asked with false innocence.
"Like a goddess," he admitted. "Now get in here."
She dove in gracefully, transforming mid-air into a swarm of void butterflies that scattered across the water's surface before coalescing back into her naked form directly in front of him.
"Show-off," he muttered, pulling her close.
"You love it~" She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and the position naturally aligned his cock with her pussy.
No words needed. He lowered her onto his shaft, and they both groaned as he filled her completely.
Water-sex. Slow. Sensual.
"Mmmh~..." She rolled her hips gently, the water providing resistance that made every movement deliberate. "This is... different~"
"Good different?"
"Perfect different~" Her lips found his, tongue sliding into his mouth as she rode him with lazy, unhurried movements.
This wasn't fucking. This was making love—if such a thing could exist in their twisted relationship.
He held her close, hands cupping her ass to support her weight, and just let her set the pace. Let her take what she needed.
Around them, fish scattered. Birds sang. The forest continued its eternal cycle.
And here, in this moment, they were just a man and woman connected in the most primal way possible.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips.
The words hit differently in the gentle morning light. Still meant for Lin Feng, but...
"I know," he said instead of returning them. Couldn't bring himself to lie that explicitly.
But she didn't notice, too lost in slowly grinding on his cock, building toward a gentle orgasm rather than the violent releases he usually forced from her.
When she finally came, it was with soft gasps and trembling rather than screams—
"Aaahh~... hah~... mm~..."
And he followed, filling her with warm cum that the cold water immediately tried to wash away.
They stayed connected, foreheads touching, breathing synchronized.
Almost tender.
Almost real.
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## Day Three: Mating Press in the Mud
The storm came suddenly—tropical downpour that turned the forest floor into slick mud within minutes.
They'd found a massive tree for shelter, its roots creating a natural alcove, but the rain was relentless.
"We should wait it out," Lianhua said, wringing water from her tail.
"Or..." Cang looked at the mud, at her soaked body, and grinned darkly. "We could take advantage."
"Of mud—? HYAH~!!"
He tackled her into the slick earth, pinning her on her back, mud splashing around them.
"W-what are you—!"
"Mating press," he said simply, grabbing her ankles and pushing her legs back until her knees touched her shoulders, folding her completely in half.
The position exposed everything—pussy, ass, her entire core vulnerable and presented.
"Hubby wait I'm covered in—AAAHHHNNNGH~~!!"
He didn't wait. Drove his cock into her pussy balls-deep in one brutal thrust, the mud squelching obscenely beneath them.
PAH!
"HHNGH~!!"
PAH PAH!
"AAHHH~!! THE—HNGH~!!—THE MUD~!!"
"Feels good doesn't it?" He pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust driving her body deeper into the mud, coating her back, her hair, her face with brown earth. "Being fucked like an animal in the dirt!"
"YES~!! HNGH~!! I LOVE—AAHHH~!!—I LOVE IT~!!"
Rain poured down on them both, washing some mud away only for more to splash up with each impact. The forest was their witness—no civilization, no morality, just raw fucking in the elements.
Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, mud and rain mixing on her nipples. Her face was a mess—tears, drool, mud smeared across her cheeks. She looked 'destroyed'.
She looked perfect.
"BREED ME~!!" she screamed into the storm. "FILL ME~!! MAKE ME—HNGH~!!—PREGNANT~!!"
PAAAHHH!
He came with a roar, flooding her womb while thunder crashed overhead, and she convulsed beneath him, cumming so hard her eyes rolled back.
"AAAHHHNNNGGGHHHH~~~!!!"
They stayed locked together while the rain gradually softened, both covered head to toe in mud, her pussy still spasming around his cock, cum leaking out to mix with the earth.
Primitive. Primal. Perfect.
## Day Four: Tree-Top Claiming
"Higher~! Hngh~! Almost there~!"
They'd been climbing the massive Ancient Ironwood tree for the past hour—Lianhua had spotted rare Spirit Fruits near the top, and despite his protests that she could just 'teleport' up there, she'd insisted on climbing.
Now they were nearly two hundred feet above the forest floor, and Cang's cock was rock-hard watching her ass and pussy on display as she climbed above him.
"Found them~!" She pulled herself onto a wide branch and started gathering the glowing fruits into a void storage pocket. "These will help our—eep~!"
He'd climbed up behind her and pressed his erection against her ass.
"Hubby~? Here~?"
"'Especially' here." He bent her forward over the branch, her upper body hanging out over the deadly drop, held only by his grip on her hips.
"W-wait~! If you drop me—!"
"I won't." He pushed his cock against her asshole. "But you'd better hold on tight."
SCHLICK!
"AAAHHNNNGH~~!!"
Anal. Two hundred feet in the air. Her life literally in his hands as he pounded her ass while she clung desperately to the branch.
"OH GODS~!! HNGH~!! IF WE—AAHHH~!!—FALL~!!"
"We won't fall," he grunted, one hand wrapped around her tail for leverage, the other gripping her hip so hard it would bruise. "Trust me."
"I—HNGH~!!—DO~!! I—AAHHH~!!—TRUST YOU~!!"
The danger added intensity. Her ass clenched tighter, her moans were more desperate, and when she came she 'screamed' into the open air—
"CUMMING~!! I'M—AAHHH~!!—FALLING~!!"
But she wasn't. He held her secure even as he pumped her ass full of cum, even as she convulsed and went limp, even as aftershocks made her whole body tremble.
Only when he was completely finished did he pull out and help her up, both of them panting hard.
"That was..." She couldn't finish, just stared at him with something like awe.
"Necessary," he said with a smirk. "You need to learn to trust me even when it seems insane."
"I do trust you~" She kissed him softly. "Always~"
The irony never stopped being amusing.
## Day Five: The Pattern Emerges
By the fifth day, a routine had emerged:
Morning: Hunt beasts, Cang would kill them with increasing efficiency while Lianhua supported. Then he'd fuck her against/on/inside the corpse before they harvested it.
Midday: Travel deeper into the forest, stopping every few hours to fuck because her pussy would get wet from watching him fight or he'd get hard from watching her ass bounce while walking.
Evening: She'd cook while riding his cock (usually anal so she could focus), they'd eat, then fuck through most of the night in whatever position struck his fancy.
Her body had fully adapted now. No more soreness, no more hesitation. Her ass and pussy had been trained to take his cock instantly, in any position, for hours on end.
She'd become what he'd molded her into: the perfect cultivation wife.
Beast-slayer. Cook. Cockwhore. Devoted companion. Powerful cultivator. All wrapped in one gorgeous, thick-bodied package.
And through it all, she never stopped professing her love, never questioned his orders, never showed anything but complete devotion to the man she believed was her reincarnated husband.