The defeated pursuers groaned on the grass, bound by Su Mei's lingering crimson chains—defeated, humiliated, but alive. Wei Chen stood at the center of his pride, chest heaving, golden sun brand glowing steady under torn robes. Lin Xue pressed to his left, frost qi cool and calming against his skin. Su Mei on his right, demonic warmth teasing. Tigress Yu loomed protective behind, tail curling around Zhao Ling's waist—the princess still trembling from her first battle climax, phoenix essence flaring hot and new.
"We can't stay exposed," Lin Xue said, scanning the horizons. Distant dust clouds rose—multiple forces converging. Righteous banners to the north, imperial reinforcements east, rival beast packs south.
Su Mei licked blood from her lips. "They smell our power. Jealous dogs."
Yu growled agreement. "Fight or flee. But my husband decides."
Zhao Ling clung to Wei Chen's arm, soft body molding against his side. "I… I'm ready. Whatever comes."
Wei Chen felt their bond ropes pulse—five strands weaving tighter, power humming eager. But greater forces meant sect masters, imperial generals—threats that could overwhelm even their new strength.
"We forge deeper first," he said, voice low. "One cycle. Full pride. Make us unbreakable."
Yu's eyes gleamed. "Here? Now?"
He pulled them into the grove's deeper shade—ancient trees shielding from distant eyes. "Here. Now."
They moved as one—robes and armor falling swift. Wei Chen at center, hands roaming hungry. He claimed Lin Xue first—pinning her against a trunk, thrusting deep into her cool channel with one smooth stroke. She moaned, legs wrapping tight, frost walls milking him greedy. "Always first," she whispered, climax building fast under his pounding rhythm.
Su Mei dropped to knees before them, tongue lapping where they joined—tasting mixed essence, crimson qi surging. Zhao Ling watched wide-eyed, phoenix heat pooling again until Yu pulled her close—massive hands guiding the princess to straddle Wei Chen's thigh, grinding against muscle while the tigress kissed her fierce.
Wei Chen switched seamless—pulling out of Lin Xue to bury in Su Mei's scorching heat from behind, her ass cheeks spreading as she braced against the tree. Lin Xue knelt, fingers plunging into Zhao Ling's slick folds—teaching rhythm while Yu's rough tongue teased the princess's breasts.
Zhao Ling sobbed pleasure, body arching. "It's—too much—"
"Not enough," Wei Chen growled, switching again—lifting her light frame, impaling her on his thick length mid-air. She cried out, walls stretching tight around him, phoenix qi exploding in rebirth flames. He bounced her hard, seed from earlier leaking down his shaft.
Yu roared need, bending beside Su Mei—presenting primal. Wei Chen alternated—thrusting deep into Yu's feral grip, then back to Zhao Ling's royal tightness. Lin Xue and Su Mei's hands and mouths joined everywhere—fingers circling clits, tongues teasing, essence cycling wild.
Climaxes chained—Zhao Ling first, squirting phoenix essence in golden arcs, triggering Lin Xue's frozen spasms as fingers pumped her. Su Mei followed, walls clenching demonic hot. Yu howled last—beast channel spasming savage, earth qi shaking the grove.
Wei Chen erupted through them all—pulling out to paint breasts, thighs, faces with thick ropes of Yang seed, then thrusting back in turns to flood wombs deep. The pride-wide cycle hit breakthrough—cores igniting brighter, five-strand flame roaring into a bonfire of power.
They collapsed tangled, panting, bodies glowing. Bond unbreakable now—pride forged fierce.
But horns blared closer. Banners crested hills—sect masters leading hundreds, imperial generals with phoenix cavalry, rival beast kings roaring challenge.
And from a shadowed ridge, a lone figure watched—tall woman in iron-gray armor, long black hair tied severe, eyes sharp as forged steel. General Tie Lan, the Iron Orchid. Imperial border commander, undefeated in duels. Her aura peak golden-core, disciplined and cold.
She had come for the princess—Zhao Ling's awakening qi drawing her like a beacon. But watching the pride's raw power… something stirred. Discipline cracking under unexpected heat.
Tie Lan's hand tightened on her sword hilt. "Interesting… dragon."
The converging hunters charged—arrays forming, beasts roaring, cavalry thundering.
Wei Chen rose, pride at his back—naked, glowing, ready.
"Let them come."
To be Continued
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