In the shadow of the Crimson Lotus Mountains, where qi rivers flowed like liquid jade and ancient pavilions pierced the clouds, the Li Clan thrived in secluded splendor. This was the High Martial Era—an age where cultivators shattered heavens with a flick of their wrists, and bloodlines determined destiny. The Li Clan was renowned not just for its peerless sword arts, but for its ironclad rule: to preserve the purity of their Crimson Lotus Bloodline, marriages were forbidden beyond the clan's walls. Cousins wed cousins, siblings bound in eternal oaths, and with the elders' rare blessing, even a mother could claim her son as husband. Outsiders whispered of depravity, but within the clan, it was harmony—a sacred cycle ensuring their qi remained undiluted, their power eternal.
Li Wei was born into this world eighteen summers ago, under a blood moon that bathed the inner courtyards in ruby light. He had no memory of a father; the man was a ghost, a fleeting shadow in the clan's vast lineage scrolls. His mother, Li Mei, was a vision of ethereal beauty—slender yet curvaceous, with raven hair cascading like midnight silk and eyes that held the depth of ancient lotus ponds. At thirty-six, she was a peak Core Formation cultivator, her skin flawless, glowing with inner qi. Wei had grown up in her pavilion, nestled against her ample bosom during childhood tales of clan heroes, oblivious to the secrets that birthed him.
The truth was buried deep: Li Mei had been a vessel for the clan's vitality rituals in her youth, her body shared among brothers, cousins, and even her own father during fertile nights of qi infusion. Countless seeds had mingled within her, and Wei was the result—one she cherished without question. Fatherhood was irrelevant; the clan was family, blood was bond.
Wei hit puberty like a storm breaking over the mountains. His body transformed—lean muscles rippling under sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders from endless sword drills, and a manhood that stirred with insistent heat during meditation sessions. The inner courtyards, reserved for the clan's women and unmated youths, became a garden of forbidden temptations. His elder cousin-sister, Li Hua, twenty-two and betrothed to no one yet, often lounged by the koi ponds in sheer silk robes that clung to her full breasts and rounded hips. His younger cousin-sister, Li Lan, sixteen and budding into womanhood, giggled during joint cultivation, her lithe form pressing innocently against him as they channeled qi.
But it was his mother who ignited the first sparks. Li Mei trained him personally, her hands guiding his stance, her breath warm on his neck. "Feel the flow, my son," she'd murmur, her fingers lingering on his abdomen, tracing the lines of his emerging abs. Wei's pulse quickened, a strange ache building in his loins that no amount of qi circulation could quell.
One humid afternoon, after a grueling sparring session in the clan's central dojo, Wei retreated to the communal baths—a steamy haven of marble pools fed by hot springs infused with vitality herbs. Steam curled like lovers' sighs, and the air hummed with the faint moans of distant clansmen easing post-training fatigue. The clan encouraged such intimacy; it strengthened bonds, circulated shared qi.
Wei stripped bare, his cock half-erect from the day's exertions, heavy and veined, swaying as he sank into the water. The heat enveloped him, soothing sore muscles but stoking that inner fire. He closed his eyes, trying to meditate, but images flooded his mind: Hua's cleavage spilling from her robe during breakfast, Lan's playful wrestle that morning, her small hands brushing his thigh... and Mei, always Mei, her mature allure a constant pull.
A soft splash broke his reverie. Opening his eyes, he saw Li Hua slipping into the pool opposite him, her silk robe discarded on the edge. Naked, she was a masterpiece—pert breasts with dusky nipples hardening in the steam, a trim waist flaring to wide hips, and a neat patch of dark curls above her slick folds. Water lapped at her skin as she waded closer, her green eyes locking on his with a knowing smile.
"Little brother Wei," she purred, voice like honeyed wine. "Training left you tense? Let big sister help circulate your qi properly."
Wei's throat dried. Clan rules allowed this—encouraged it, even, for unmated kin to explore before formal pairings. His cock twitched underwater, rising to full hardness, the tip breaching the surface like a lotus bud. Hua's gaze dropped to it, lips parting in appreciation. "My, you've grown into quite the man."
She closed the distance, her breasts brushing his chest as she straddled his lap in the shallow end. The water buoyed them, her heat pressing against his thigh. Wei's hands instinctively gripped her waist, feeling the soft give of her flesh. "Sister Hua... is this...?"
"Shh," she whispered, cupping his face. Her lips claimed his in a slow, exploratory kiss—tongues dancing, tasting the herbal residue of the springs. Qi flowed between them, a tingling warmth that made his skin buzz. Hua ground against him subtly, her slick pussy lips parting around the base of his shaft, not taking him in yet, just teasing with wet friction.
Wei's mind reeled. This was normal, he reminded himself—clansmen shared bodies as freely as techniques. But the slow burn in his veins was new, intoxicating. His hands roamed upward, thumbs circling her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. She arched, offering more, her hips rolling in lazy circles that coated his length in her growing arousal.
"Not yet, impatient one," she teased, breaking the kiss to trail bites along his neck. "We build the fire slowly... let it consume us."
From the arched doorway, unseen in the steam, Li Mei watched. Her robe hung loose, one hand slipping beneath to circle her own aching clit. A mother's pride swelled alongside forbidden desire—her son was awakening, and soon, the clan would guide him fully. But for now, she let the sparks fly, her breath hitching as Hua's hand finally wrapped around Wei's throbbing cock, stroking with deliberate slowness.
The bath echoed with wet sounds and hushed gasps, the first threads of a tapestry woven in sweat and seed. Wei's journey into the clan's deepest intimacies had only just begun.
The night after the bath, Wei could not sleep.
His body thrummed like a drawn bowstring. Every breath carried the ghost of Hua's scent—jasmine and heated skin—while the memory of her slick folds gliding along his shaft replayed behind his closed eyes. He lay on his sleeping mat in the junior disciples' wing, silk sheet kicked to his ankles, cock rigid against his belly, leaking a slow bead of precum that cooled in the mountain air.
Across the narrow courtyard, lantern-light flickered in the women's pavilion. A silhouette moved behind paper screens: tall, willowy, unmistakably his mother. Li Mei's shadow stretched and shrank as she paced, robe slipping from one creamy shoulder. Wei's throat tightened. He should meditate, circulate qi, burn away the lust. Instead he rose, bare feet silent on polished cedar, and crossed the moonlit stones.
The clan enforced no curfew on unmated kin; desire was a river to be channeled, not dammed. Still, his pulse hammered as he slid the lattice door aside.
Li Mei turned at the soft creak. Moonlight spilled through the high window, painting silver across the swell of her breasts beneath a sheer sleeping robe. The garment was tied loosely; one tug would bare her completely. Her dark eyes softened.
"Couldn't sleep either, my heart?" she murmured.
Wei swallowed. "The qi in my lower dantian… it's knotted."
A knowing smile curved her lips. Mothers in the Li Clan were the first teachers of bodily harmony. She beckoned him to the low lacquered table where a single stick of lotus incense burned, its smoke curling like lovers' fingers.
"Sit. Breathe with me."
He knelt opposite her, knees brushing. She placed her palms over his, guiding warm qi in gentle spirals. The knot in his belly loosened—only to tighten lower, where his erection strained against his loose trousers. Mei's gaze flicked down, unashamed.
"Physical congestion blocks the meridians," she said softly. "Let Mother ease it."
Her fingers moved to the sash at his waist. Wei's breath hitched as the fabric parted. Cool air kissed his heated skin; his cock sprang free, flushed and glistening at the tip. Mei's eyes lingered—pride, hunger, tenderness all at once.
"Beautiful," she whispered. "Just like the men of our blood."
She did not touch him yet. Instead she untied her own robe, letting it pool at her hips. Her breasts—full, heavy, nipples a dusky rose—rose and fell with measured breaths. A thin scar curved beneath the left globe, a mark from bearing him. Wei's mouth went dry.
"Watch," she said. "Feel the flow."
She cupped her breasts, thumbs circling the stiff peaks. A soft sigh escaped her; qi shimmered faintly across her skin, a visible ripple of crimson light. The scent of her arousal mingled with incense—musky, sweet, unmistakably feminine. Wei's cock jerked, another bead of fluid welling.
"Match my rhythm," she instructed.
He wrapped his own hand around his shaft—slow, reverent strokes, mirroring the lazy swirl of her thumbs. Their breathing synced. Qi threaded between them, a warm golden cord linking navel to navel. Pleasure built in languid waves, not the frantic rush of the bath with Hua, but something deeper, almost sacred.
Minutes stretched. Sweat beaded along Mei's collarbones, trickled between her breasts. Wei's thighs trembled; the urge to thrust into his fist warred with the need to savor. Mei's eyes never left his.
"Close now?" she asked, voice husky.
He nodded, unable to speak.
"Good. Hold it… just a little longer."
She rose gracefully, robe falling away completely. Her body was a landscape of soft curves and toned muscle—wide hips, the gentle swell of her lower belly still bearing faint silver lines from pregnancy, a dark thatch glistening with dew. She straddled the table's edge, knees wide, and guided his free hand between her thighs.
"Feel how wet harmony makes a woman."
His fingers slid through slick folds, parting them gently. Mei gasped, hips rolling into his touch. She was molten, velvet, clenching around the single finger he dared to sink inside. Her hand replaced his on his cock—firmer pressure, slower pace, thumb sweeping over the sensitive crown to spread his leaking essence.
"Together," she breathed.
Their rhythm intensified. Wei's finger curled within her, finding the spot that made her back arch. Mei's strokes quickened, slick sounds filling the quiet room. Qi surged—crimson and gold intertwining—until the dam broke.
Wei came with a choked groan, thick ropes of seed striping his belly and her wrist. Mei followed a heartbeat later, inner walls fluttering around his finger, a low moan vibrating in her throat. She milked him through the aftershocks, gentle squeezes drawing every pulse, until he sagged, forehead against her breast.
Warm arms encircled him. "Better?" she whispered into his hair.
He could only nod, inhaling the mingled scent of sex and lotus.
Outside, a night bird called. Somewhere deeper in the pavilion, silk rustled—Li Hua or Lan, perhaps, listening at the screen. The clan's web tightened, thread by thread.
Tomorrow, the elders would summon Wei for his formal pairing evaluation. Tonight, mother and son drifted into sated sleep on the wide mat, limbs entwined, qi flowing in perfect, illicit circles.
Dawn painted the Crimson Lotus peaks in rose and gold.
Wei woke to the scent of his mother's hair across his chest and the soft weight of her thigh draped over his. For a moment he lay still, heart thudding at the memory of her slick heat around his fingers, the taste of her nipple when she'd guided his mouth to it in the haze of afterglow. His morning erection pressed insistently against the cradle of her hips.
Li Mei stirred, lips brushing his collarbone. "The elders wait for no man's pleasure," she murmured, amusement warm in her voice. "Up, my heart. Today they measure your worth."
The Pairing Pavilion sat at the heart of the inner compound—an octagonal hall of crimson-lacquered beams and silk banners embroidered with the clan's lotus sigil. Only unmated youths of age were summoned here; the air itself thrummed with anticipation and the faint musk of prior unions.
Wei bathed quickly in cold spring water to tame his arousal, then donned the traditional white robes of evaluation—loose, open at the chest, tied low on the hips. The fabric did little to hide the heavy sway of his cock as he walked the pebble path. Female cousins lounged along the verandas, eyes tracking him with open appreciation. Li Lan, sweet sixteen and already promised to a branch cousin, waved shyly from behind a peach tree, cheeks pink.
Inside the pavilion, three elders awaited on raised cushions: Great-Aunt Lian, stern and silver-haired; Second Uncle Bo, thickset and jovial; and—Wei's breath caught—his own mother, Li Mei, representing the maternal line. Her gaze lingered on the bulge beneath his robe, a flicker of pride and hunger quickly masked.
"Li Wei," Great-Aunt Lian intoned, "remove your robe. Let blood and body speak."
He obeyed, letting the silk pool at his feet. Cool air kissed his skin; his cock, half-hard from the walk, lifted fully under their scrutiny. The elders circled him like appraisers of fine jade.
"Shoulders broad—good for sword forms," Uncle Bo grunted, pinching the muscle.
"Qi veins prominent along the abdomen," Lian noted, tracing a finger just above his navel. Wei shivered.
Mei said nothing, but her eyes darkened as they settled on the thick length now curving upward, a bead of clear fluid crowning the slit.
"Potency test," Lian declared.
From a side alcove stepped Li Hua—barefoot, clad only in a translucent crimson veil that clung to every curve. Her nipples showed dark against the fabric; between her thighs, the shadow of her sex was unmistakable. She met Wei's gaze with a slow smile.
"Big sister will assist," she said, voice husky.
The elders retreated to their cushions, leaving the siblings in the center of the woven reed mat. Hua knelt, veil pooling around her knees, and took Wei's hands. "Breathe with me," she echoed their mother's words from the night before.
Qi flared between their palms—crimson threads weaving, seeking harmony. Hua guided him down until they knelt face to face. The veil slipped from her shoulders, baring heavy breasts that swayed with each breath. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Show them how well we fit."
Her hand wrapped around his shaft—warm, sure strokes that made his hips jerk. Wei groaned, cupping her breast, thumb flicking the stiff nipple. The elders watched in silence, noting the seamless flow of qi, the way Hua's arousal scented the air like night-blooming jasmine.
"Mount her," Lian commanded.
Hua lay back on the mat, thighs parting in invitation. Her pussy glistened, swollen folds parting to reveal slick pink. Wei's mouth watered; he crawled over her, cockhead nudging her entrance. She cupped his face. "Slow, little brother. Let them see every inch claimed."
He pushed in—agonizingly slow. The heat of her was velvet fire, walls fluttering as they stretched around his girth. Hua's breath hitched; her legs wrapped his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. When he was fully seated, balls flush against her ass, they stilled. Qi surged in a perfect circuit—his yang flooding her yin, her essence cycling back enriched.
"Move," Uncle Bo encouraged, voice thick.
Wei drew back until only the crown remained, then slid home in one smooth thrust. Hua moaned, back arching. They found a rhythm—not frantic, but deep, deliberate strokes that dragged along every sensitive ridge inside her. Her breasts bounced with each impact; Wei lowered his head to suckle one nipple, then the other, tasting the faint salt of her skin.
Minutes blurred. Sweat slicked their bodies; the mat grew damp beneath Hua's hips. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically, milking him. Wei's balls drew tight, the pressure exquisite.
"Seed her," Lian ordered.
Hua's nails raked his back. "Inside, Wei—fill your sister."
He buried himself to the hilt and let go. Pulse after pulse of thick cum flooded her, painting her womb in hot spurts. Hua cried out, her own climax rippling around him, qi exploding in a crimson-gold halo that lit the pavilion. The elders nodded approval; such synergy promised powerful offspring.
Wei collapsed atop her, spent. Hua stroked his hair, whispering praise. From her cushion, Li Mei's eyes gleamed—pride, yes, but also a promise. The evaluation was complete, yet the true claiming had only begun.
As attendants led a trembling Hua away to rest, Great-Aunt Lian addressed Wei: "Three potential matches remain for final harmony test. Tomorrow, you meet your younger cousin Lan… and your aunt, Lady Xue."
Wei's cock, still slick with Hua's juices, twitched at the thought. The clan's web tightened further, thread by silken thread.
Rain came at dusk, a soft mountain mist that turned the inner courtyards into a watercolor of blurred lanterns and dripping lotus leaves.
Wei stood beneath the eaves of the Rain Pavilion, white evaluation robe now swapped for a thin indigo training tunic that clung to his torso like a second skin. The elders had dismissed him with a single instruction: "Rest. Tomorrow you meet Lan and Xue. Keep your seed; potency must peak."
Rest was impossible.
His balls ached with unspent fullness, the memory of Hua's clenching heat still pulsing behind his eyelids. He had bathed thrice, each time resisting the urge to stroke himself to relief. The clan prized control; a man who spilled carelessly diluted his yang.
A soft patter of bare feet on wet stone announced company.
Li Lan slipped around the corner, sixteen and rain-damp, her pale pink robe plastered translucent to budding curves. Small breasts pressed against the fabric, nipples dark shadows; the line of her slit showed faintly through the clinging silk. She carried a lacquered tray—steaming ginseng tea and two honeyed lotus cakes.
"Mother said you must eat," she whispered, cheeks flushed brighter than the rain's chill warranted. "And… I begged to bring it."
Wei's throat tightened. Lan had always been the shy one—trailing after him and Hua during childhood games, peeking from behind screens when the older girls bathed. Now her eyes, wide and hazel, flicked between his face and the unmistakable ridge straining his trousers.
He took the tray, setting it on the veranda rail. "Thank you, little sister."
Rain hissed on the tiles. Lan stepped closer, small hand rising to touch the damp hair at his temple. "You looked… magnificent with Hua-jie. I watched from the lattice." Her voice trembled, but she did not look away. "Will you… will I please you tomorrow?"
The innocence in her question speared straight to his cock. He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing a raindrop from her lip. "The elders decide harmony. But if they choose you…" He let the promise hang.
Lan's breath hitched. Emboldened, she pressed her slight body to his, the wet silk cool against his heat. "Then let me learn tonight. Just… a taste. So I'm not clumsy tomorrow."
Before he could protest, she sank to her knees on the slick wood. Rain misted her hair into dark ribbons. Tiny fingers tugged at his drawstring; the fabric parted, and his cock sprang free—heavy, veined, the head slick with a fresh bead of precum.
Lan's eyes widened. "It's bigger than Cousin Bo's…" She had spied on more than just him, then.
Wei groaned as her cool palms circled his shaft—tentative, exploratory. She leaned in, pink tongue darting to lap the droplet from his slit. The taste made her hum; she licked again, broader, tracing the ridge. Rain pattered on his shoulders, running in rivulets down his abs to mingle with her saliva.
"Like this?" she asked, then took the crown into her mouth.
Hot, wet suction—inexperienced but eager. Her tongue swirled clumsily; teeth grazed once, making him hiss, but she adjusted instantly, cheeks hollowing. Wei threaded fingers through her wet hair, guiding gently. Up and down, slow bobs that took a little more each time. Saliva slicked his length, dripping to the veranda in silvery threads.
"Lan…" His voice cracked. "You'll make me"
She pulled off with a soft pop, lips swollen. "Not yet. Elders said keep your seed." But her eyes gleamed with mischief. She rose, pressing her body flush again. The soaked robe hid nothing; he could feel the heat of her virgin slit through the silk, grinding subtly against his thigh.
"Let me feel you against me," she begged. "Just… outside."
Wei's control frayed. He lifted her easily—she weighed nothing—and set her on the wide rail, her back to a lacquered pillar. Rain soaked them both now, plastering his tunic to every ridge of muscle. He pushed her robe up to her waist, baring smooth thighs and the delicate pink of her pussy, lips puffy and glistening despite the downpour.
He did not enter. Instead he gripped his cock, sliding the length along her slick folds—up and down, coating himself in her juices. Lan whimpered, small hands clutching his shoulders. Each pass nudged her clit; her hips rolled instinctively, chasing friction.
"Wei-ge… it's so hot…" she gasped.
He angled lower, letting the head breach her entrance—just the tip, stretching her untouched ring. She tensed, then relaxed as he held still, raining kisses along her neck. Slowly, he rocked—tiny thrusts that gave her barely an inch, enough to feel her flutter around him, not enough to claim.
Qi shimmered between them, innocent and bright. Lan's climax hit first—sudden, sharp, her cry muffled against his shoulder as her walls spasmed around his crown. The clench dragged him over; he pulled free just in time, painting her belly and thighs in thick ropes of white that the rain immediately began to wash away.
They clung together, trembling, until the storm eased to a drizzle. Lan's fingers traced lazy circles through the mess on her skin. "Tomorrow," she whispered, "I want all of it inside."
Footsteps approached—measured, familiar. Li Mei appeared beneath a paper umbrella, expression unreadable. Her gaze took in the scene: her son's spent cock softening against his thigh, her youngest niece flushed and marked.
"Lan," she said mildly, "return to your pavilion. Wei still has one more evaluation."
Lan slipped down, pressing a shy kiss to Wei's cheek before scampering off, robe clutched closed. Mei stepped close, umbrella tilting to shield them both. One fingertip collected a lingering drop of cum from his shaft, bringing it to her lips.
"Save the rest for Aunt Xue," she murmured, eyes promising that *her* turn would come soon enough. "She favors the lotus pond at moonrise."
Thunder rumbled in the distance. Wei's cock, impossibly, began to stir again. The clan's web shimmered, wet with rain and want.
Moonrise bled silver across the lotus pond, turning each broad leaf into a mirror for starlight.
Wei moved barefoot along the winding stone path, the ache in his balls now a constant thrum—three days without full release, only the teasing edges of Lan's mouth and Hua's clenching heat. The elders had been clear: Aunt Xue will test your deepest resonance. Hold nothing back."
Lady Xue waited on the floating pavilion at the pond's heart—a low, open structure of ebony wood and crimson silk, reachable only by a narrow plank bridge. She was his mother's elder sister, forty-one summers, widowed young when her husband fell to a demonic beast. Rumors whispered she had taken no lover since, channeling grief into cultivation until her beauty sharpened into something lethal: cheekbones like drawn blades, lips full and cruel, body honed to sleek muscle beneath generous curves.
She stood at the pavilion's edge, back to him, clad only in moonlight. A single white lotus flower was pinned in her ink-black hair; the rest of her was bare. Full breasts, heavier than Mei's, swayed as she turned. Her waist nipped in before flaring to hips that could crush a lesser man. Between her thighs, a neat strip of dark hair pointed like an arrow to swollen, glistening folds.
Wei's breath caught. Even from the bridge he could smell her—night-blooming cereus and raw power.
"Nephew," she greeted, voice low, amused. "Strip. The water remembers every secret."
He obeyed, letting the indigo tunic fall. His cock jutted proud, flushed dark, a bead of precum already trembling at the slit. Xue's gaze raked him—clinical, then hungry.
"Swim to me."
The pond was warm, fed by underground springs. Wei dove, cutting through lily pads, surfacing beneath the pavilion. Water streamed from his hair as he climbed the three lacquered steps. Droplets traced the lines of his chest, down the V of his hips, to join the slick at his tip.
Xue met him halfway. One hand cupped his jaw, thumb pressing his lower lip. "They say you seeded Hua true. That Lan tasted you and begged for more." Her other hand wrapped his shaft—firm, proprietary. "Prove the blood runs thick."
She sank to her knees on the silk cushion, water lapping at her calves. Without preamble she took him in—deep, throat opening to swallow half his length in one glide. Wei groaned, fingers tangling in her hair. Her tongue was a weapon—swirling, flicking the vein beneath, then pulling back to suck hard on the head until his knees buckled.
Minutes blurred. She edged him mercilessly—deep throating until his balls drew tight, then releasing with a pop to lap at his sac, cool tongue tracing the seam. Each time he neared the brink, she stopped, nails digging crescents into his thighs.
"Control," she murmured against his slick skin. "A Li man spills only when the woman commands."
When he was shaking, cockhead purple and weeping, she rose. "On your back."
Wei lay on the wide cushion, pavilion swaying gently with the pond's breath. Xue straddled his hips but did not sink down. Instead she dragged her soaked pussy along his length—slow, torturous glides that coated him in her juices. Her clit, a hard pearl, bumped his crown with every pass.
"Look at me," she ordered.
Their eyes locked. Qi flared—hers a deep indigo shot through with silver, his crimson-gold. The colors twined, sank into their joined skin, amplifying every sensation. Xue lifted, positioned him at her entrance, and sank—inch by agonizing inch. She was tighter than Hua, hotter than Lan, her walls rippling in practiced waves that dragged a guttural sound from his chest.
When he was fully sheathed, balls flush against her ass, she stilled. "Feel the difference," she whispered. "Aunt, not sister. My womb cradled your mother once. Now it craves your seed."
She began to move—not the eager bouncing of youth, but a rolling, grinding rhythm that took him deep on every downstroke. Her breasts swayed above him; he caught one nipple between his teeth, sucking hard. Xue moaned, pace quickening. The pavilion creaked; water slapped the supports.
"Touch me here," she guided his hand between them, showing him the rhythm against her clit—firm circles that made her inner muscles clamp like a fist.
Sweat slicked their skin. The scent of sex and lotus was dizzying. Xue's breath hitched; her thighs trembled. "Now, nephew—fill me."
Wei thrust up hard, once, twice. On the third, he erupted—thick jets painting her depths, overflowing to trickle down his balls. Xue ground down, climax crashing through her in shuddering waves, qi exploding in a silent burst that lit the pond like moonlight made flesh.
They stayed locked, panting, until his cock softened inside her. Only then did she lift off, a gush of their mingled release spilling onto his belly. She scooped it with two fingers, painting his lips. "Taste us."
He licked—salty, sweet, the flavor of clan blood.
From the shadowed bridge, unseen, Li Mei watched, fingers buried in her own aching cunt. Tomorrow the elders would announce Wei's primary match. Tonight, every woman in the inner courtyard dreamed of the day he would claim them all.
The lotus pond rippled, carrying their scent to every pavilion. The web was complete—now it only waited to be consummated.
Morning mist clung to the Crimson Lotus Mountains like a lover's breath.
Wei stood on the highest balcony of the ancestral hall, robe open to the waist, skin still tingling from Aunt Xue's final kiss at dawn. Below, the clan sprawled in ordered beauty: nine concentric rings of courtyards, each ring a generation, each pavilion a bloodline. At the center rose the Crimson Codex Tower—black jade, thirty-three stories, its peak lost in cloud. Inside were etched the laws that had bound the Li Clan for a thousand years.
A bronze bell tolled nine times. Every unmated youth was summoned.
Wei descended spiral stairs of polished obsidian, joining a stream of cousins—some flushed from secret dawn trysts, others pale with nerves. They filed into the Codex Chamber: a vast circular room lit by floating lotus-lanterns that burned with captured starlight. The walls were alive with moving script—golden characters that shifted as you read, ensuring no rule was ever forgotten.
Great-Aunt Lian waited on a dais of carved lotus roots, flanked by the twelve branch elders. Behind her, projected in shimmering qi, hovered the **Crimson Codex** itself—three pillars of light:
PILLAR I – BLOOD PURITY
"No seed shall spill beyond the veil. No womb shall quicken with foreign qi. All unions are within the clan, or the line ends."*
PILLAR II – HIERARCHY OF BONDS
"Cousins may couple freely from the age of sixteen.
Siblings require elder blessing after the first harmony test.
Parent and child may only bind with unanimous council vote and proof of perfect qi resonance.
All matches serve the clan's strength; love is secondary to legacy."*
*"Rite of Awakening – shared release to open meridians.
Rite of Harmony – full penetration to test qi fusion.
Rite of Sealing – simultaneous climax within the ancestral altar to bind fates."*
The chamber fell silent as Lian's voice rang out, amplified by qi.
"Li Wei, step forward."
He did, naked beneath the open robe as tradition demanded for final judgment. His cock, though softened by exhaustion, still bore the faint marks of Xue's teeth along the shaft. Every eye traced them—approval, envy, hunger.
Lian raised a jade tablet. "Your evaluations are complete.
- With Hua: 92% qi resonance.
- With Lan: 89%.
- With Xue: 97%—highest in three generations."
A murmur rippled. Wei's chest tightened.
"But the Codex demands balance," Lian continued. "One primary wife to anchor the line. Two secondary consorts to enrich it. And—" her gaze flicked to Li Mei, standing serene at the dais edge—"one *maternal bond* to be sealed only after the birth of your first heir, should the council deem it necessary."
The pillars flared. New characters burned into existence:
Hua stepped forward first, now clad in ceremonial crimson silk that left her shoulders and the swell of her breasts bare. A golden lotus pendant—symbol of primary wife—rested between her collarbones. She took Wei's hand, pressing it to her lower belly. "Our child will be born under the next blood moon," she whispered. The elders had confirmed it that morning.
Lan followed, eyes shining, a smaller silver lotus at her throat. Xue came last, her pendant black jade—symbol of a consort who would bear warriors, not heirs. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear: "Tonight, in the sealing chamber. All four of us. The Codex demands witness."
Wei's knees nearly buckled. Four women. One night. The ancestral altar.
But Lian was not finished. She gestured, and the floor parted. A crystal case rose, holding a single scroll sealed in blood-wax.
"The final law," she intoned. "Once sealed, the primary husband may claim anywoman of the inner clan for pleasure, provided she is unmated or her husband grants leave. Refusal is dishonor. This is the Right of Flowing Seed—to keep qi circulating, to prevent stagnation."
The chamber erupted in cheers. Cousins embraced; elders nodded. Wei's mother approached last, her pendant not yet granted. She cupped his face, eyes wet.
"When your first child draws breath," she said softly, "I will lie beneath you on the ancestral bed. The Codex wills it. The clan needs it."
Her thumb brushed his lower lip, then lower, wrapping briefly around his stirring cock beneath the robe. "Until then… learn your wives well."
The lotus-lanterns dimmed. The sealing ceremony would begin at midnight.
As the clan dispersed, Wei caught sight of the outer rings—distant cousins watching through silk screens, hands already slipping beneath robes. The Codex was law. Desire was duty. And tonight, the Crimson Lotus would bloom in sweat, seed, and unbreakable blood.