Church bells tolled from the eastern horizon—deep, solemn peals carrying purity hymns across the valley. White-gold banners crested the hills soon after: Holy Church enforcers, armored in sanctified plate, halos of light qi hovering above helms. Leading them, a stern high inquisitor—staff topped with a glowing cross, nascent soul aura pressing judgmental weight.
Wei Chen's pride gathered on the fortress walls—Tie Lan's iron forces arrayed disciplined, Yu's tribe growling primal, Zhao Ling's phoenix guards flaring gold, Madam Feng's retainers in crimson mourning turned loyal.
The inquisitor halted at arrow range, voice booming amplified by holy qi. "Fallen ones! Rumors reach the Vatican: Holy Maiden Xi vanishes, whispers of corruption in this den of sin. Surrender the saintess—or any who tainted her—and face divine judgment!"
Madam Feng's eyes narrowed beside Wei Chen. "Church dogs. Always sniffing purity while hiding rot."
Zhao Ling's phoenix qi flickered uneasy. "They seek Maiden Xi… she's pure as light. Why here?"
Wei Chen's golden sun warmed in recognition—bond sensing new approach. "Because she's coming to us."
Night fell heavy as enforcers camped, wards clashing against fortress defenses. In the main hall, fire low, the pride cycled slow—bodies entwined, essence flowing warm recovery.
Then a soft knock at the postern gate—hesitant, veiled qi pure as fresh snow.
Tie Lan returned with a cloaked figure—slender, white robes edged gold, hood shadowing a face of ethereal beauty: porcelain skin, golden hair cascading, eyes shy blue under long lashes. Holy Maiden Xi. Her aura trembled—vows of chastity cracking under forbidden heat, halo dim above her head.
"I… fled them," she whispered, voice soft devotion. "The church speaks purity, but hides corruption—elders trading favors, vows broken in secret rituals. I felt your flame from afar… it calls true. Cleansing."
Wei Chen rose, pulling her hood back gentle. "And you choose this?"
Xi's cheeks flushed holy pink, eyes dropping to his golden sun. "My vows… restrain. But desire wakes. Forbidden. I want… fall chosen."
The pride closed warm—Lin Xue's cool hand on her shoulder, Su Mei's warmth teasing, Yu's primal curiosity, Zhao Ling's phoenix understanding, Tie Lan's iron steady, Madam Feng's mature gaze approving.
Wei Chen pulled Xi close—lips brushing hers soft at first, then claiming. She melted instant, shy moan escaping as holy qi met his Yang—pure light drinking fire greedy. Her robes parted under his hands—revealing untouched perfection: small breasts high and pale, nipples pink and peaked, slender waist flaring to gentle hips.
She dropped to knees reverent—hands trembling as she freed him, mouth taking tentative then eager. Tongue swirled shy devotion, throat relaxing to swallow deep, halo flaring as forbidden pleasure surged. "So… hot… cleansing…"
Wei Chen groaned, guiding gentle. "Take what you choose."
The pride joined slow—Lin Xue's frost teasing her clit through silk, Su Mei's fingers circling peaks, Yu's rough hands steadying hips, Zhao Ling's phoenix warmth sinking channels, Tie Lan's iron grip encouraging, Madam Feng's mature lips kissing her neck.
Xi rose trembling—pushing Wei Chen back, straddling shy. She guided his length to her virgin entrance—sinking slow, walls gripping holy-tight. Pain flickered, then ecstasy—vows shattering as he filled her fully. "Gods—dragon—take my purity—"
He thrust up gentle then firm—hands cupping her ass, setting devoted rhythm. Xi rode eager—small breasts bouncing soft, moans rising pure and broken. "Deeper—corrupt me—chosen—"
Climax built holy—her walls clenching light-tight, halo exploding in golden shards. "Yours—saintess fallen—devoted!"
She shattered—essence flooding pure and bright, Yin light refining his fire. Heart-Anchor sealed—eighth strand weaving holy devotion into the flame, vows broken into loyalty.
Wei Chen followed, flooding her womb thick and hot—seed triggering breakthrough, her core igniting saint-gold.
Xi collapsed trembling, golden hair spilling, halo reformed brighter around them both. "The church… lies. This is true light."
But outside, bells tolled urgent—enforcers sensing her qi shift.
The inquisitor's voice boomed. "The maiden falls! Purge the corruption!"
Dawn attack loomed.
Wei Chen pulled his saintess close—pride embracing. "They come for you. We burn them back."
Xi's eyes shone devoted. "With pleasure."
To be Continued
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