Kael's breath came ragged as he stared at Lyra Farrow in the dim light of their luxury suite. Rain pattered against the window, a steady gray curtain that blurred the canals of Vessel Town outside. The air inside was thick with the scent of damp wood, expensive incense, and the faint musk of their bodies.
"Shreve," he rasped, "you said you needed healing..."
"That's right," Lyra murmured, her voice low and commanding. "From now on, no more talking." She caught his hands where they rested against her belly and slowly guided them upward, pressing his palms to the heavy swell of her breasts.
Kael's mouth went dry. He touched her carefully at first, then gave in, shoving his hands beneath the sheer jade veil she wore. Those tits were magnificent—high, full, and heavy as ripe melons, soft yet bursting with a maddening resilience that made a man lose his mind. He squeezed hard, kneading the warm flesh, unable to hold back.
Lyra's cheeks flushed deep crimson. A soft, breathy moan escaped her, and her eyes grew hazy with pleasure. She arched into his grip, clearly enjoying the rough handling.
Heat surged through Kael like wildfire. His fingers found her stiff nipples, already peaked and begging. He pinched and twisted them, rolling the sensitive buds between thumb and forefinger, then tugged hard enough to make her gasp. Pain and pleasure mixed in her voice as she pulled him into a fierce kiss, her tongue sliding against his.
His cock was iron-hard now, pressed tight against the lush curve of her ass through the thin fabric. The contact sent jolts of raw pleasure up his spine. He thrust forward instinctively, burying the swollen head deeper into that soft, yielding flesh.
Lyra shivered and writhed in his arms, her body twisting like a serpent, but she couldn't escape the insistent pressure of his shaft. "Mmm... that feels so sensitive," she whimpered against his mouth.
"Where?" Kael growled, one hand abandoning her breast to slide downward. He traced the tight dip of her waist, then filled his palm with the generous meat of her ass, squeezing hard. The motion drove his cock even tighter against her.
Lyra let out a sweet, needy whine that sounded different—thicker, more desperate than usual.
His fingers explored further, brushing the slick seam between her thighs. She was soaked. Kael's blood roared. He dropped to one knee, yanking the jade veil up around her waist and shoving her panties aside. His hand plunged between her legs, cupping the hot, dripping folds of her cunt.
Lyra cried out, gripping his shirt as her whole body tensed. Kael's fingers parted her slick lips, stroking and probing the velvety interior. She was molten inside, slippery and greedy, clenching around his invading digits as he explored deeper.
"So fucking wet and tight, Shreve," he muttered, voice thick with lust. His fingers curled, searching for that hidden sweet spot.
Lyra buried her flushed face against his chest, trembling.
The hunger in him snapped. Kael tore open his belt and shoved his trousers down. His cock sprang free, thick and aching. He pushed Lyra forward against the windowsill, bending her over it. One hand gripped the base of his shaft; the other spread the perfect globes of her ass, thumb pressing into soft flesh to expose her glistening entrance.
"Don't... not here..." Lyra started, but he thrust forward hard.
"Ah!" she gasped as the thick head breached her. Kael drove in, slow at first, savoring the crushing heat and the way her inner walls stretched around every inch. Her cunt gripped him like a velvet fist, rippling and sucking as he pushed deeper.
Lyra clutched the windowsill, moaning as her body adjusted to the invasion. When he bottomed out, the head of his cock kissing her deepest core, she shuddered hard.
Kael held there a moment, grinding against her, then started to move—long, powerful strokes that built into a fierce rhythm. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room alongside the rain. Lyra's moans grew louder, more broken.
"Someone... they'll see..." she panted, glancing desperately at the canal outside.
"Nobody out there," Kael grunted, not slowing. He slammed into her harder, watching her fat ass ripple with every impact. The position spread her perfectly—every glistening pink fold visible as his cock pistoned in and out, coated in her creamy juices. He reached around and grabbed one heavy breast, mauling it roughly, pinching the nipple until she cried out.
Lyra's cunt fluttered wildly around him, growing hotter and wetter. Her walls squeezed and milked his shaft with rhythmic contractions.
"These tits of yours... so soft, so goddamn big," Kael groaned. He focused on her nipple, twisting and tugging it mercilessly while pounding her from behind.
A boat emerged from under the bridge below, a boatman poling steadily along. Lyra panicked. "Someone's coming!"
Kael saw him too but only laughed darkly. "He ain't looking up here." He kept thrusting, his glistening cock slamming home again and again.
"Damn you!" Lyra hissed, face burning as she tried to push him back.
Her desperate, flushed struggle only inflamed him more. Kael seized both her arms, pinning them behind her back against her ass. He fucked her with savage intensity now, driving balls-deep with every stroke, battering her sensitive core.
Lyra thrashed but couldn't break free. "Stop... please, quick—"
Before she could finish, Kael leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Quick what?" he whispered, voice low and magnetic, laced with wicked amusement. "Want me to go even harder?"
The words hit her like a spell. Lyra's eyes widened, then rolled back. Her body convulsed. A hot rush of thick Lunar Essence flooded out around his cock as she came hard.
The sensation triggered something primal in Kael. His shaft blazed with sudden heat, swelling thicker as the Dracoiling manifested—coiling dragon-veins pulsing across its surface, glowing with raw power. The transformation made him feel like a living brand inside her.
Lyra wailed, her cunt spasming wildly around the changed cock, another gush of essence squirting out to bathe him.
Kael nearly lost control. The pleasure was blinding. At the last second he remembered Verdis's teachings. He activated the Essence-Lock Art, sealing his release, then instinctively triggered the Draw Formula. A powerful suction bloomed inside him, pulling Lyra's Lunar Essence deep into his own channels.
"You... you..." Lyra stared back at him in shock, but resistance crumbled. She surrendered completely, shaking and squirting again as he drank her essence.
The technique worked perfectly. Kael felt clarity and power surge through him even as Lyra melted, boneless in his arms. He pulled out carefully, scooped her up, and carried her to the bed.
Lyra collapsed into the sheets, sweat-slick and panting, her smooth belly still twitching with aftershocks.
"Shreve..." Kael brushed damp strands of hair from her face and kissed her shoulder tenderly.
"You little bastard," she breathed, voice weak but fond.
Kael grinned, proud of himself.
"I asked you to help heal me," she murmured, eyes half-lidded, "and you went and sucked me dry instead."
"Healing?" Kael blinked. "That was supposed to be healing?"
Lyra fixed him with a hazy but sharp look. "Where did you learn that technique?"
"What technique?"
"The one you used just now... the one that drank my essence." Her cheeks stayed flushed.
Kael's stomach tightened. "It was... a friend taught me."
"What friend?"
"A friend from the Jade Peaks."
Lyra stared at him. "A friend from the Jade Peaks? Be honest—was it one of those spirit beasts?"
Kael swallowed. "...Yes."
Lyra's eyes widened. "You went and tangled with a monster spirit!"
"I won't do it again," he said quickly. In truth, Verdis had come to him, but he kept that to himself.
"Hmph. I don't care what you do," Lyra said, though her tone said otherwise. "I'm worried you'll get taken advantage of. Spirit beasts crave the vitality of cultivators like us. Many practice the Sapping Arts. You could lose years of power to one."
"She wouldn't... she's my sworn sister through the Ironblood Oath."
"You swore an oath with a spirit beast?!" Lyra sat up slightly, incredulous. "No wonder your Master wanted you gone."
"It was their idea," Kael muttered, sweating.
"Their?" Lyra's voice rose. "More than one?"
He stayed silent, mouth dry.
Lyra studied him, her expression softening after a moment. She sighed. "Never mind. It isn't entirely your fault. Just stay away from those creatures in the future."
Kael's face went pale as the weight of his own Shadow Fox bloodline pressed down on him. He really was one of them.
Lyra noticed immediately and pulled him closer. "Spirit beasts aren't all evil. Just be careful not to fall in with the wrong ones."
He nodded, mind spinning.
She stroked his cheek gently. "Enough of that. Are you still going to help me with this healing?"
"Of course," Kael said, eager to refocus. "That's what matters."
Lyra's voice dropped into a sultry whisper. Her hand slid down his body and wrapped around his still-rigid cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. It surged back to full hardness instantly in her grip. "Then come here, you wicked boy..."
"Shreve…" Kael narrowed his eyes and groaned softly as pleasure rolled through him in hot, dizzy waves.
Lyra smiled against his throat, fingers stroking his sweat-damp hair. "It still hasn't come out yet. Does it hurt?"
"Hurts like hell."
"Then put it back in…" Her voice dropped to a breathy murmur. "But this time, no sneaking around trying to drain me. You do exactly what I tell you."
Kael swallowed hard and obeyed.
His swollen cock slid back into her slick heat, pushing deep into a place so soft and wet it felt like sinking into warm spring mud after rain. Her body clung around him immediately, velvet-tight, trembling with every inch.
Lyra wrapped both pale arms around his neck.
"When you're close, tell me," she whispered.
"Alright."
Kael stared down at her while he thrust slowly into her body. The sight alone nearly drove him mad.
Lyra gazed back at him without looking away once. Her eyes shimmered like dark water under moonlight, filled with heat and tangled emotion.
Kael felt drunk on her.
Little by little his thrusts deepened. Faster. Harder.
Lyra's breathing turned ragged and sweet. Sometimes she brushed the loose strands of hair from his forehead. Sometimes her fingertips traced his cheek lovingly.
But below her calm upper body, her sex had already fallen apart completely.
Wetness poured from her in hot streams. Her thighs trembled. Every thrust churned her juices louder and rougher.
Then suddenly—
"Ah!"
"Mmgh!"
Both of them cried out together.
Bathed constantly in her slick heat, Kael's cock abruptly swelled again. Thick veins bulged violently along the shaft as the Dracoiling awakened once more, the monstrous dragon-like ridges twisting beneath the skin.
The change was immediate.
Lyra's composure shattered.
Her half-lidded eyes blurred with lust as helpless moans spilled from her lips one after another.
Kael groaned deeply and seized both of her creamy thighs, forcing them wider apart. He pinned them open and thrust harder, watching greedily where their bodies joined.
Everything there was soaked.
Dark curls clung wetly against her pale flesh. Her swollen folds opened greedily around the thick invading shaft, tender red flesh flexing with every thrust. Clear fluid streamed out constantly before the pounding cock whipped it into sticky white froth across the sheets beneath them.
"Don't… don't look…" Lyra whimpered, her ears burning scarlet.
Inside her, some hidden place kept scraping against the ridged thickness of his cock until an unbearable itch spread through her bones. Her slender waist arched upward unconsciously, body bowing beautifully beneath him.
"I want to look," Kael panted. "You're so beautiful… gods, Shreve, you're beautiful…"
He stared shamelessly as if trying to devour every inch of her with his eyes.
Only after a long while did his gaze finally travel upward, moving slowly across her trembling stomach toward the heavy sway of her breasts.
Her sheer jade garment had long since fallen into disarray. The translucent fabric clung wetly to her skin, barely hiding anything.
Kael reached down impatiently and yanked the garment open further, stripping it off her shoulders.
Her massive breasts spilled free completely.
Sweat coated them in a shining gloss that made them look even fuller and softer beneath the lantern light.
Kael's blood surged hotter at the sight.
Then mischief flickered across his face.
He deliberately changed the rhythm of his thrusts—fast, then slow, deep, then shallow—secretly controlling the way her breasts bounced and spun with every impact. The obscene sight changed constantly, each movement somehow more intoxicating than the last.
Inside, he was grinning like a thief.
Lyra seemed half-aware of what he was doing. She bit her lip and shot him a look full of embarrassment and desire, blush spreading deeper across her cheeks.
Then suddenly a rich fragrance filled the room.
Kael blinked and stared.
Tiny pearly droplets had formed atop her dark red nipples.
His thrusting halted instantly.
The memory of yesterday flashed through his mind and lust exploded through him again. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around one nipple.
Lyra cried out softly and grabbed his head tightly against her chest.
Kael sucked greedily, tongue sweeping every sweet bead into his mouth. The taste was thick and fragrant, sweet enough to numb his tongue instantly.
At once a violent pulse surged through his cock.
"I think—I think it's coming—"
"Then hurry and put it all inside," Lyra gasped immediately.
Pleasure swelled explosively inside him.
Kael threw his head back and lost control for a moment, slamming into her in a brutal burst of frantic thrusts.
"Don't move so much!" Lyra cried helplessly. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly from the force, smacking against his chest over and over.
The sensation nearly drove Kael insane.
His whole body went numb with pleasure as he pounded her harder, forcing more wetness and desperate cries from her.
"Bastard… deeper… put it deep…" Lyra whimpered breathlessly, arms locking tightly around his waist.
Kael suddenly remembered himself.
Right—the healing.
Grinding his teeth, he forced himself to calm down and thrust deeper instead of faster, slowly pushing toward the deepest parts of her body.
"A little higher… there… just a little…" Lyra guided him shakily while lifting her hips to meet him.
Kael clenched his jaw.
This was supposed to help her heal. He could not lose himself in pleasure now.
But the effort to control himself only made things worse.
Without realizing it, he began circulating Vitae through his Channels instinctively, using the breathing patterns Verdis Morcroft had taught him during the Nine-Vessel Reclamation.
Lyra's eyes widened immediately.
"Ah! What are you doing? Don't—don't use the technique!"
Kael nearly jumped in panic and cut the flow instantly.
The interrupted circulation tugged violently on his climax, almost making him erupt on the spot.
Lyra shuddered hard, clearly suppressing something herself.
"Shreve, I… I…"
"Hold on a little longer," she gasped. "Almost there. Move a little more to the right…"
Kael obeyed carefully.
The swollen head of his cock suddenly pressed against an unbelievably soft place deep inside her.
Lyra trembled violently.
"Mm… there… you found it. Don't move anymore…"
Her body shook as she looked up at him through dazed eyes.
"Come up here," she whispered. "Kiss me."
Kael leaned forward immediately and kissed her deeply.
Lyra wrapped herself around him, lips brushing his as she murmured weakly, "Good… now stay there… press tightly against me…"
Suddenly her legs locked around his waist.
"Now!"
Kael's endurance had already gone far beyond its limit.
The moment her command reached him, the last thread snapped.
He merely pushed the head of his cock slightly harder against that hidden tender place inside her—
—and exploded.
Hot streams burst deep into her body in rapid pulses.
Lyra closed her eyes and accepted everything.
At the same time, she activated her secret art.
A strange suction suddenly bloomed from deep inside her flower-soft core, gentle but irresistible, reaching all the way around the sensitive tip of his cock.
Kael's eyes went wide.
An indescribable pleasure flooded through him instantly. The sensation around the head of his cock turned overwhelmingly numb and sweet.
He came harder than he ever had in his life.
Lyra had already sealed her own essence beforehand, but what Kael released was no ordinary seed—it carried the blazing force of his Primal Vigour Constitution.
The moment she drew it into herself, her entire body went soft.
Her hidden core, her womb, every inch of her inner flesh turned numb from the heat and potency of it. Her face flushed crimson as if drunk on strong liquor. Sweat covered her body almost instantly.
Kael could barely think anymore.
He had never ejaculated like this before.
Part of him panicked at the sheer amount pouring out of him, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to stop. He didn't even want to stop.
Soon his arms weakened.
His legs trembled.
Then suddenly—
Warm breath flowed from Lyra's mouth into his own.
A stream of refined Vitae entered his body like liquid fire.
Kael jolted violently.
Strength flooded back into him at once. His cock pulsed even harder inside her, spurting fresh waves deep into her body.
Lyra continued feeding Vitae into him steadily.
Their bodies connected completely.
Energy flowed through both of them together, circulating through their Channels in one endless loop.
Kael no longer needed to think about controlling it. He simply thrust and released again and again, ramming himself deep while Lyra's unbelievably soft inner flesh milked him constantly.
Her hidden core sucked greedily around the swollen head of his cock, almost swallowing it completely into tender flesh.
Her body was already on the verge of collapse.
But for the sake of dissolving the thunder-force lodged inside her Channels, she endured desperately.
At last the circulating technique completed a full cycle.
Lyra immediately dispersed the art.
The instant she did, her restraint shattered.
Pleasure erupted through her body like a bursting floodgate.
Her enormous breasts spasmed violently—
—and several thin streams of white fluid shot from her nipples.
"Shreve!" Kael cried out in delight.
The warm spray splashed across his chest, making his skin tingle deliciously.
At the same time, he suddenly felt something scorching gush around his cock from below.
Before he could even react, the hot flood washed over the head of his shaft, numbing him all over again.
"Shreve came again…" he moaned drunkenly.
"Tight… hold me tight…" Lyra trembled helplessly. "I'm feeding your essence back to you…"
"What?"
He barely understood a word she said.
Then suddenly Lyra arched violently upward.
"No— no more!" she cried.
Her huge breasts crushed against his chest while her stomach spasmed hard. More climax fluid poured from her in uncontrollable waves.
"I'm breaking—!" she sobbed. "You… absorb me…"
The strange suction around Kael's cock vanished instantly.
Freed completely, he began thrusting wildly again, slamming deep into her ruined body.
"Don't move… absorb me… hurry… use the technique…" Lyra begged brokenly, voice so sweet it nearly tore his soul from his body.
Kael did not fully understand what was happening, but one look at her expression told him this moment mattered desperately.
Grinding his teeth, he forced himself to circulate Vitae again and activated the Draw Formula from the Nine-Vessel Reclamation.
Instantly enlightenment crashed into him like cold water over burning skin.
Thick streams of heated Lunar Essence flowed directly into him through the head of his cock.
Warmth flooded his entire abdomen.
"Take it… take me…" Lyra moaned deliriously.
She grabbed her own massive breasts and pushed the spurting nipples to his mouth.
Kael wrapped his lips around one immediately and sucked hard.
The pleasure from above and below merged together into something so intense his entire body nearly dissolved.
Bones softened.
Thoughts vanished.
His soul itself seemed to melt inside the ecstasy.
Lyra's refined essence continued bursting from her body in waves. Her mind gradually blurred beneath the endless spasms overtaking her flesh.
Finally she could not hold on any longer.
At the very peak of unbearable pleasure, Lyra Farrow lost consciousness completely.
---
Much later, after the storm of sweat and sex had finally passed, the two of them lay tangled together beneath the blankets.
The room still smelled thickly of musk and sweet fragrance.
After a long silence, Lyra finally spoke.
"I finally dissolved that troublesome thunder-force completely."
Kael's eyes lit up instantly.
"Really? That's incredible!"
He could hardly believe healing could be done this way.
It had been the most intoxicating experience of his life.
Lyra smiled faintly, cheeks still flushed. "But the technique wasn't completed properly. I was supposed to refine and return your essence fully… but I couldn't endure it to the end. The circulation broke halfway through."
She pressed a hand against her chest.
"Luckily you knew a little of the Draw Formula already. Otherwise I might've damaged your foundations badly."
"I don't care if my foundations get damaged," Kael said immediately. "As long as you recover."
Lyra bit her lip hard.
"I care. I'd rather stay injured than harm you."
The thick scent of sex still lingered heavily around the bed.
They looked at one another quietly, both remembering what had just happened. Their hearts beat faster all over again.
"Shreve," Kael asked after a while, "what exactly was that technique you used? It could actually heal injuries?"
Lyra nodded slightly.
"That's what the old adepts called Ars Vitae. It can heal wounds, strengthen the body, refine Vitae, and deepen cultivation all at once."
Kael blinked.
"That incredible…?"
Then a shameless grin spread slowly across his face.
"Shreve, teach me the technique."
Lyra stared at him.
"You want to learn Ars Vitae?"
"Yes."
"What for?"
Kael grinned wider. "I want to cultivate together with you."
"You little degenerate." Lyra rolled her eyes at him, though warmth flickered beneath the annoyance.
"So you'll teach me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Lyra fell silent.
After a long while she finally answered quietly.
"Because I'll be leaving soon."
The words struck Kael like cold iron.
His expression dimmed immediately.
Lyra noticed and hurriedly changed the subject.
"I'm hungry. Let's go eat something. After that I still need to find someone."
"You?" Kael frowned. "Not us?"
Lyra shook her head.
"No. Me."
"Why?"
"Because the person we're looking for doesn't meet strangers easily." She sat up slowly and gathered the sheer jade garment around herself again. "I need to speak with him first."
Kael hesitated.
"A man like that… would he really shelter me for no reason?"
Lyra smiled faintly.
"Who said it was for no reason? I think he'll agree."
She paused.
"I only know he's somewhere in Vessel Town. I don't know exactly where yet, so I'll have to search around. There's no point making you wander with me."
Kael frowned. "Then what am I supposed to do?"
"You stay here at the inn and wait for me." Lyra leaned closer and tapped his forehead lightly. "If you get bored, walk around the town a little."
Then her expression sharpened slightly.
"But don't go too far."
Kael blinked. "Why?"
Lyra's eyes darkened faintly.
"Because there are places in this town you absolutely must not enter."