The fortress settled into uneasy quiet after the church rout—scattered white-gold armor littering the valley, broken halos flickering out like dying stars. Wei Chen's pride gathered in the main hall, bodies still humming from battle climaxes, essence cycling slow recovery. Xi clung devoted to his side, fallen halo warm against his shoulder, her shy smiles now bold caresses.
Tie Lan's scouts reported first—two figures slipping through shadows at the gates, qi veiled perfect, movements synchronized like mirror images.
Twins.
Shadow and Echo.
Slender, identical—midnight hair cropped short, lithe bodies wrapped in black assassin silks that clung to subtle curves, faces masked but eyes twin violet gems glowing faint. Slave seals cracked visible on their collars—broken chains dangling, old contracts shattered in the chaos of battle qi.
They knelt as one before Wei Chen, masks pulled down to reveal delicate features—high cheekbones, full lips, skin pale as moonlit steel.
"Masters gone," Shadow said left, voice soft shadow.
"Contracts broken," Echo mirrored right, tone echoing perfect.
"Your flame called us," they spoke together, synchronized harmony. "Freedom… and devotion. We offer blades. And bodies."
Wei Chen's golden sun warmed—bond sensing perfect duality. Yin shadows to balance his Yang light.
Lin Xue's frost qi brushed curious. "Assassins. Dangerous."
Su Mei grinned. "Fun dangerous."
Yu's tail lashed interested. Zhao Ling's phoenix sparks danced. Tie Lan's iron eyes assessed loyal. Madam Feng's mature gaze approved. Xi's holy light flared welcoming.
Wei Chen pulled them up gentle—hands on their waists, twins pressing close instinctive. "Choice always. Freedom first."
Shadow leaned in, lips brushing his left ear. "Choose to bind us."
Echo mirrored right. "Twin-link… synchronized devotion."
He claimed their mouths turn by turn—Shadow first, kiss deep and veiled, tongue teasing elusive. Echo next, identical but echoing bolder, nipping playful. They moaned together, slender bodies molding flush, slave seals cracking further under his Yang heat.
The pride closed warm—silks stripped swift, revealing identical perfection: small breasts high and firm, nipples dark violet, waists narrow flaring to toned hips, cores dripping synchronized need.
They dropped to knees as one—tongues lapping his thick length in perfect harmony, Shadow left swirl, Echo right suck. Violet eyes locked on his, twin throats relaxing to take him deep together—mouths meeting around shaft, kissing with him between.
Wei Chen groaned, hands threading midnight hair. "Perfect sync."
They rose graceful—pushing him back onto cushions, straddling synchronized. Shadow front, guiding his length to her tight shadow channel—sinking slow, walls gripping elusive cool. Echo behind, pressing against his back—ass cheeks spreading as she lowered onto his probing fingers first, then guiding him to alternate.
But they wanted full twin-link.
Shadow rode slow—hips rolling veiled, walls fluttering shadow-soft. Echo mirrored rhythm behind—grinding against his thigh primal, then switching seamless: lifting off to let Echo impale, Shadow taking rear.
Wei Chen thrust up relentless—alternating deep into cool shadow heat, hands gripping identical asses. "Feel the bond snap."
The pride joined flawless—Lin Xue's frost teasing twin clits synchronized, Su Mei's warmth lapping joined essence, Yu's primal hands kneading small breasts rough, Zhao Ling's phoenix sparks sinking channels, Tie Lan's iron grip steadying hips, Madam Feng's mature tongue tracing necks, Xi's holy light blessing forbidden sync.
Climaxes built mirrored—twins crying out together, walls spasming identical: "Dragon—husband—bind us!"
Heart-Anchor sealed double—ninth and tenth strands weaving shadow duality into the flame, twin-link amplifying everything.
They shattered synchronized—squirting cool essence in perfect arcs, shadow qi exploding elusive veils that cloaked the hall. Wei Chen erupted through both—pulling out to paint identical bodies thick ropes, then thrusting back to flood cores deep. Breakthrough hit mirrored—twin cores igniting violet-gold, assassin arts refining lethal.
They collapsed entwined—Shadow left, Echo right, nuzzling devoted. "Ours now," they echoed soft.
The pride embraced full—ten strands now, flame roaring eternal sun.
Wei Chen pulled his twins close—kisses shared identical. "Complete."
But outside, ancient qi stirred far below—ruin depths cracking faint. The Frost-Eater's prison, thought sealed, pulsed once.
Warm challenge answering the completed sun.
The true master key turned.
And something ancient woke fully.
To be Continued
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