A/N: Promised 5 Chapters, and here they are! Hope you guys enjoy today’s update. Happy reading!

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The weight of him inside her was a revelation, a heavy, pulse-quickening anchor that tethered Yilan to a reality she had never dared to imagine. She lay pinned beneath his powerful frame, her breath coming in ragged hitches as her body stretched to accommodate his staggering size.

In the sacred silence of the pavilion, the only sounds were the wet, rhythmic friction of their joined bodies and the frantic, synchronised thrumming of their hearts.

Slick. Slick.

Shen Yu remained still for a long moment, allowing the magnitude of their union to sink in. He kept his face buried in the crook of her neck, his sharp, triumphant grin slowly softening into an expression of profound, soul-deep adoration.

He pulled back slightly to look at her. Her expression was a heartbreaking mosaic of raw, unbridled lust and a guilty, lingering love for the man she had once raised. He silenced her doubts with a tender smile, his golden eyes locking onto hers with absolute authority.

"Now, I will begin the circulation," he whispered, his voice a low, commanding vibration that felt like it was coming from inside her own chest. "Do not fight it. Let my energy flow through you."

"Will it... will it hurt?" she asked, a flicker of fear crossing her face. She knew that there was an agonising price usually paid to repair a shattered Golden Core.

Shen Yu leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. "No. You will feel a pleasure so absolute you will want to lose yourself in it. But stay with me, Yilan. Look at me as I take you. Look at the man you will belong to for eternity."

As he captured her lips in a searing, deep-reaching kiss, he initiated the Primordial Yin-Yang Technique. The moment the first surge of primordial energy leapt from his dantian into her meridians, Yilan let out a loud, muffled moan against his mouth.

"Mmmppphh."

It wasn’t pain, but a torrential wave of heat that made her blood sing. Shen Yu began to move inside her, slow, grounding thrusts that felt like the shifting of tectonic plates.

Slick. Slick. Squelch.

He reached down, wrapping his powerful arms beneath her back and pulling her chest flush against his. The contact was electric, her lush, heavy breasts crushed flat against the hard ridges of his chest, the friction of her sensitive nipples against his damp skin sending a new surge of desire through her.

Every time he bottomed out, his heavy length hit her deepest point with a dull, pleasurable thud that made her toes curl and her fingers dig into the muscles of his back.

Squelch. Squelch.

Yilan’s mind began to haze, the sheer ecstasy threatening to pull her into unconsciousness. Sensing her slip, Shen Yu nipped sharply at her tongue, the small sting of pain acting as a tether. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his molten gold gaze.

Understanding his unspoken command, she began to kiss him wildly, her tongue dancing with his as she fought to stay present through the tidal wave of sensation.

"Mmmm...Mmmm."

The pace shifted. Shen Yu transitioned into a more dominant stance, grabbing her legs and hooking them high over his broad shoulders. The new angle allowed him to drive into her with a relentless, driving speed, reaching depths that made Yilan’s vision blur.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The "Regal Matriarch" vanished completely. She began to curse under her breath, her voice thick with a dirty, desperate hunger.

"God, yes... Yu’er, fuck me... harder! Fill me!"

"Ahhh...yes...right there...deeper....fuck me!!"

Slap. Squelch. Slap.

Her loud, wanton moans reverberated off the jade walls of the pavilion as she begged for more, her body acting as a vessel for his relentless power.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Squelch.

The climax of the ritual arrived as the energy finally reached her fractured Golden Core. The moment his primordial Qi touched the cracks, Yilan felt an overwhelming sensation of dominance, not just physical, but spiritual. She looked up at the man above her and fully accepted his rule, surrendering her very soul to his light.

As the Core began to mend, she was hit by a burst of ultimate bliss so violent her eyes rolled back.

"AHHHH! YU’ER! I’M! I’M!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

She climaxed with such force that her internal muscles forced him out.

Spurt. Mm. Spurt.

Her body vibrated, and for a second, she genuinely lost the ability to breathe.

Hah. Hah. Hah.

Shen Yu’s hunger only intensified. He didn’t let her rest. He realigned himself and drove back into her with a wild, animalistic fervour, keeping her conscious through the overwhelming repair process by biting her neck and pinching her nipples, tethering her to the physical world while her spirit soared.

Slap. Slap. Squelch. Slap.

The atmosphere of gentle lovers had completely dissolved, replaced by a primal hunt for ultimate bliss. Two powerful beings were reduced to their most basic instincts, wanting, taking, and belonging to each other with a hunger that defied their status.

As Shen Yu drove into her, he began to channel the Primordial Yin-Yang Technique to its fullest potential. He wasn’t just giving; he was receiving. Yilan’s yin energy, concentrated and pure after decades of untouchable cultivation, surged into him like a tidal wave.

It was a reservoir of power that had never been plucked, and as he converted that icy yin into his own burning yang, his cultivation began to skyrocket, shattering through bottlenecks that had stalled him for weeks.

The sensation of his rising power, coupled with the friction of their joined bodies, pushed him into a state of ultimate ecstasy. He didn’t give her a moment to recover. Even as she was still reeling from her climax, her body hypersensitive and quivering, he began to thrust again, this time with a rougher, more desperate intensity.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Yet, even in his ferocity, there was a deep, underlying worship. He wasn’t using her as a mere cauldron for cultivation; he was loving every inch of her, his hands mapping the curves of the woman he had finally claimed.

"Ahhh... Yu’er... honey..." Yilan sobbed, her head thrashing against the silk pillows as the new wave of pleasure hit her like a physical blow. "I just... I just came... please, let me res—"

Shen Yu silenced her with a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he delivered a heavy, soul-shattering thrust. The protest died in her throat, replaced by a low, needy whimper.

Lost in the haze of dual cultivation and raw lust, Yilan began to grind her hips back against him, her body instinctively seeking to deepen the connection. She was no longer fighting his dominance; she was drowning in it, craving the weight of him.

Slap. Squelch. Slap.

After what felt like an eternity of rhythmic, wet friction, Shen Yu reached his breaking point. His muscles corded with tension, his golden eyes flaring with a blinding light as he hit his peak.

"I’m cumming..." he grunted, his voice a gravelly rasp of pure triumph. "Take it all, Yilan! Every drop!"

"Yes... Yu’er, give it to me!" she cried out, her legs locking around his waist, pulling him in until there was no space left between them. "Fill me up! Turn your Aunt into your wife... mark me as yours forever!"

He buried himself to the hilt, a low, guttural roar escaping him as he released his warm seed deep within her. The surge of his essence, combined with the mending of her Golden Core, sent a shockwave of white-hot light through Yilan’s mind.

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A/N:

Weekly PS Goal: 103/120

Monthly GT Goal: 42/30