Free Web NovelChapter 27: 27. Indulging In Pleasure 2(18+)
The silence of the tent was entirely filled by the thick, contrasting heat of the two women.
Above the Thousand-Year Ironwood table, Leng Qingxue completely surrendered to the sudden, uncharacteristic passion of my kiss, her icy cultivation arrays faltering as my hand slid down from her neck.
Shhhf...
With a smooth, deliberate pull, my fingers hooked into the neckline of her silk garments, parting the overlapping layers.
The pristine white fabric gave way, sliding down her shoulders to expose her bare chest. Her breasts spilled free into the warm air of the tent, exceptionally well-defined, supple, and breathtakingly beautiful.
They bounced slightly with her ragged breathing, pale as milk, each crowned by a delicate, vibrant pink areola that darkened instantly in the cool air. The sheer aesthetic perfection of her mature form caused a sudden surge of heat to hit my throat, my mouth watering instinctively at the sight.
Chup...
Without a second’s hesitation, I leaned down and latched my mouth directly onto one of her pert tips. My tongue swirled aggressively around the perimeter of her pink areola before drawing the sensitive peak deep into my mouth, sucking hard.
"Ah... Jianxiao... Nnhh!" Qingxue gasped aloud, her fingers digging frantically into my shoulders as her head fell back.
Mmmph... nhhn...
Directly beneath us, the sound of her best friend’s helpless whimpers above pushed Su Rulan past the brink of absolute madness. The suffocating psychological terror of being caught by my wife, combined with the raw sight of my manhood pulsing right before her face, completely destroyed her remaining restraint.
Driven by a desperate, territorial hunger to reclaim me, she opened her mouth as wide as it could stretch. She lunged her head forward, taking the full, imposing eleven-inch length of my rigid shaft straight down her throat.
Ghalak... schluck... slrrph...
The immense thickness immediately forced a violent, involuntary gag from the depths of her throat. Her mature, elegant face flushed a deep crimson, and tears of sheer sensory overload broke from her wide, reddened eyes, spilling over her trembling cheeks.
Yet she refused to pull back. Blinded by a mix of intense jealousy and absolute submission, Rulan wrapped her hands tightly around my thighs, using her whole tongue to swallow the pulsing warmth deeper against her throat, desperately trying to force me to lose my absolute composure while my wife was held in my arms.
Gluck... chluph... slurp...
The sheer, explosive friction of her throat working in tandem with the wet, tight heat of her mouth caused an intoxicating surge of pleasure to bloom in my lower body. Beneath the heavy desk, the absolute intensity of her arousal had completely compromised her dignified stature.
Between her tightly curled thighs, her drenched pink flower began to profusely water, slicking her inner thighs and dripping onto the obsidian floor as her body trembled in the shadows.
Squelch... splat...
Twitch... roll...
Above the table, while my mouth feasted on one side, my free hand gripped the remaining breast, my thumb and forefinger catching her other nipple, pulling and twisting the hardening peak with a firm, rhythmic pressure.
Qingxue’s hips hitched forward against the edge of the table, completely overwhelmed by the sudden, aggressive stimulation.
Scluck... gluck... chluph...
Directly beneath the ironwood surface, the loud, wet sounds of my wife’s undone pleasure acted as a devastating catalyst for Su Rulan. Hearing her closest friend crying out in pure ecstasy just inches away drove her into a frenzied panic.
Desperate not to be left behind, she brought both of her hands up, wrapping her fingers tightly around the exposed base of my shaft to stabilize her frantic movements.
Slrrph... ghalak... slurp...
Her head accelerated into a rapid, aggressive bobbing motion, diving up and down with reckless abandon. She forced the massive nine-inch length deep into her throat over and over again, her wet throat clamping down tightly around the crown with every downward stroke.
Gluck... gluck... chluph...
The dual assault, combining the frantic, dual-handed friction and the suffocating suction of her throat with the wet warmth of Qingxue’s breast in my mouth, sent a violent jolt of pure pleasure straight to my spine.
For the first time, my breath caught faintly in my throat, my long-standing composure fracturing as the intense friction pushed me right to the absolute edge of a devastating climax.
Shhhf...
With a steady, deliberate slide, my remaining hand left the smooth curve of her waist and drifted lower, tracing the fluid line of her hip before sliding deep down the length of my wife’s thigh.
The fine silk of her skirt bunched effortlessly under my palm, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her leg to the dim light of the staging tent. Above the heavy wood, Leng Qingxue completely leaned her weight into me, her breath hitching sharply in her throat as my mouth remained unyieldingly latched onto her pert, pink nipple.
My tongue swirled over the erected peak with a firm, relentless suction that drew a desperate, echoing moan directly from her lips.
"Jianxiao... Mmhnh... ah!"
Twitch... throb...
Deep beneath the table, the rigid, nine-inch length of my shaft gave an uncharacteristically heavy, violent spasm. The sudden, internal hardening was a clear warning, signaling the absolute brink of an impending release.
Scluck... chluph... slrrph...
Feeling the rigid muscle jump violently against her tongue, Su Rulan’s widened eyes flashed with an intoxicating mix of terror and absolute triumph. Knowing she had pushed a supreme elder to the absolute limit right beneath his wife’s embrace drove her into a state of wild, unchecked desperation.
She clamped her lips tightly around the base and began to gobble the thick steel with immense, crushing force, using her hands and the full depth of her throat to compress the length with every ounce of her strength. She lunged her head down unyieldingly, determined to catch every drop and squeeze the rising fountain completely dry.
Throb... spurt... splash...
The dual pressure from the cool skin of Qingxue’s thighs shifting above and the tightening, frantic suction of Rulan’s throat swallowing the crown below shattered the final boundaries of my internal restraint. With a heavy, devastating pulse, the rigid shaft released its thick, scalding essence.
It erupted into Elder Rulan’s throat like a violently broken dam, striking the sensitive flesh with massive, blinding velocity.
Gluck... gulp... ghalak!
Desperate to prove her absolute devotion, Rulan tilted her head back to gobble the endless flood with ravenous fervor. She swallowed frantically, her throat working in rapid, forceful spasms to drain every single drop of my climax.
Cough... splat... squelch...
But the sheer volume and relentless pressure of the eruption were far too much for her to contain. The thick, pearlescent fluid quickly overwhelmed her desperate swallows.
The flood breached her parted lips, spilling over the corners of her mouth in heavy, hot streams that cascaded down her chin. The white essence dripped thickly over her collarbones, slipping deep into the collar of her refined, violet silk elder robes.
The overwhelming surge even forced its way upward, thick droplets leaking from her nose as she choked softly, her eyes entirely rolled back in sheer sensory overload.
Kneeling in the shadows beneath the Thousand-Year Ironwood table, the dignified, untouchable Elder Rulan was completely transformed. Her tear-streaked face, flushed crimson and heavily painted with the overflowing evidence of my release, presented a ruined, breathtaking scenery of absolute debauchery.
Yet above the table, my face remained an unreadable mask of supreme, aristocratic calm. My breathing did not break rhythm, and my pulse remained as steady as the mountain’s core.
My fingers left her bare thigh, moving back toward the heavy hem of her outer layers to trace a deliberate path up toward her hidden core. The damp heat radiating from her center was already palpable, her frost-based spiritual energy warring with the pure, unadulterated arousal blooming through her body.
"Jianxiao, not now..."
Qingxue’s voice broke the heavy silence of the tent, her hand suddenly coming down to press firmly against my wrist, stalling my forward progress.
Her breaths were still shallow and ragged, her chest heaving as she tried to pull her head back from the intensity of the kiss. Her pale cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her crystalline eyes were dark with desire, yet a sharp flicker of rational clarity had managed to pierce through her dazed state.
"The vanguard captains are still stationed just outside the perimeter," Qingxue whispered, her fingers trembling slightly against my arm as she tried to reassemble her dignity. "If our daughter comes back to report on the staging arrays right now, it will be incredibly awkward.
Besides..."
She paused, her crystalline eyes narrowing as a sudden, sharp memory cut through her dazed state, bringing back a flicker of her usual frosty armor. She pressed her hand firmer against my wrist, deliberately pushing my fingers away from her inner cave.
"I haven’t actually forgiven you yet, Jianxiao," she murmured, her voice laced with a bitter, lingering hurt. "You ignored me for a whole year, drowning yourself in liquor and locking yourself away while I had to manage the entire sect’s expectations and protect Mushuang’s position alone. You don’t get to just suddenly pull me onto a table and act as if those months of neglect never happened."
Drip... slurp...
Beneath the desk, completely hidden by the overhanging maps, Su Rulan heard every single syllable. The absolute irony of her best friend worrying about their daughter walking in, all while her own husband Mo was outside throwing a tantrum, made her blood run hot.
Hearing that my previous year of reclusive neglect was fueled by liquor gave her a dangerous, thrilling insight into my hidden depths. Rulan kept her lips tightly sealed around my softening shaft, her tongue gently cleaning the remaining warmth while her body shuddered against my thighs, trying to stifle her frantic, amused breathing in the dark.
I looked down at my wife, my face remaining an unreadable mask of supreme, aristocratic calm. I did not pull my hand entirely back from her thigh, letting the warmth of my palm rest heavily against her sensitive skin, keeping her pinned perfectly between my chest and the edge of the table.
"You worry too much, darling," I said smoothly, my voice steady and entirely devoid of any post-climax exhaustion. "As for the past year, it is firmly behind us. You know I love you, right?"
Hearing those rare, unexpectedly affectionate words from me, Qingxue let out a soft, dismissive snort. A flicker of deep, genuine satisfaction briefly melted the frost in her crystalline eyes, but she quickly turned her head slightly to the side, stubbornly refusing to let me see the small, pleased smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She could feel the unyielding, dominant pulse of my spiritual energy, completely unaffected by the intense stimulation we had just shared.
It was this absolute, terrifying composure mixed with sudden warmth that kept her thoroughly captivated, slowly unraveling the bitter resentment of the cold silence she had endured
Rustle... shhhf...
Qingxue gently pushed herself away from my chest, her icy cultivation arrays slowly flaring back to life as she stepped back from the heavy ironwood table.
With fluid, practiced movements, she pulled the overlapping layers of her pristine white silk garments back into place, completely concealing her exposed chest and smoothing down the rumpled fabric of her skirt. In mere seconds, the flushed, breathless woman in my arms completely vanished, seamlessly replaced once more by the untouchable, ice-cold wife of a Supreme Elder.
Tap... tap...
She walked toward the exit of the staging quarters, the ambient temperature of the tent dropping rapidly with every step she took. Just as her hand reached for the heavy silk flap, she paused and turned around one more time.
"Be careful inside the ruins tomorrow, Jianxiao," she said softly, her crystalline eyes holding a fleeting trace of genuine, unguarded worry before the frosty barrier settled back into place.
Vooom...
Without waiting for a reply, she turned gracefully on her heel. Her long, ice-white hair danced beautifully behind her back like a cascade of freezing moonlight as she stepped out into the night, the spatial arrays immediately humming to life and sealing the tent flap shut in her wake.
Haaah...
The absolute silence of the staging quarters returned instantly. Beneath the heavy desk, Su Rulan let out a ragged, trembling exhale. Now that the terrifying presence of her best friend was gone, the crushing psychological pressure evaporated, leaving behind a profound, aching emptiness. Her face was still utterly ruined, her chin and violet silk collar stained with the thick evidence of my climax.
Swish... rustle...
Slowly, the dignified Inner Court Elder parted the hanging tactical maps and crawled out from the dark shadows of the ironwood table, settling onto her knees right beside my boots. Her eyes looked up at me with an expression of total, irredeemable worship.
A thick, pearlescent drop of my essence still lingered on her flushed skin, resting just beside the corner of her trembling mouth.
Swipe...
Almost unconsciously, Rulan raised a shaking hand. Her slender index finger delicately traced the soft curve of her lip, sweeping up the stray droplet.
Chup... slurp...
Without ever breaking eye contact, the elegant elder slipped her coated digit past her parted lips, her tongue slowly and deliberately licking the pristine skin entirely clean.
The sheer, unrestrained depravity of her action stood in staggering contrast to the refined authority of her station, proving that the proud Elder Su had been utterly and completely conquered.
