色爱综合激情五月激情

Chapter 56: Secretly Heading Into Xia Bingling's Chamber



He wasted no time.  He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the plush bed in the center of the room.  They landed in a tangle of limbs, their bodies a perfect fit.  Wang Li explored her form with a practiced touch, his fingers trailing along the smooth expanse of her back, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

Qingwu gasped as he placed a kiss on the sensitive hollow of her throat, his lips trailing lower, creating a trail of fire across her skin.  She reveled in his touch, her own hands roaming freely across his toned physique.

Their movements grew more urgent, a wordless conversation of desire unfolding.  He explored her with a masterful touch, his kisses igniting flames within her.  She responded in kind, her moans echoing through the silent chamber as she succumbed to the rising tide of pleasure.

They moved in sync, a dance of passionate abandon.

They experimented a lot as they shifted from one position to another - the classic lotus position, the passionate entanglement of the entwined vines, the playful inversion where Qingwu straddled him, her fiery breath fanning his own flames.

Hours melted away as they reveled in each other\'s touch, their dual cultivation techniques amplifying their pleasure to intoxicating heights.

Wang Li, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating mixture of Qingwu\'s curvaceous body and her alluring scent, felt himself pushed to the very edge. When he reached his climax, a powerful surge of energy erupted from him, flooding them both in a wave of warmth.

Their cries of pleasure had echoed through the chamber as though it was a symphony of primal desires being fulfilled. They had reached climax after climax, each one more intense than the last, leaving them breathless and spent.

They collapsed onto the silken bed, intertwined and breathless. The heat of their passion had cooled, replaced by a deep sense of contentment.

Qingwu, nestled in the crook of his arm, her eyes sparkling with a satisfied contentment, murmured against his chest.

"That," she sighed, "was incredible."

Wang Li chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound.  "You were amazing, Qingwu," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "Absolutely breathtaking."

He reveled in the feeling of her lithe body pressed against his.

The outside world, with its worries and threats, faded into the background.

In that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of their bodies and the unspoken bond they shared.

And as sleep finally claimed them, they drifted off, a tangled mess of limbs and lingering desire.

The first rays of dawn peeked through the window, painting Qingwu\'s chamber in a soft, golden glow. Wang Li stirred awake, his body pleasantly warm from the previous night\'s activities. He found himself still entwined with Qingwu, her soft curves pressed against him. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes as he squeezed her round buttocks playfully.

With a silent chuckle, he peeled himself away, careful not to disturb her slumber. Grabbing his mask, he donned it with practiced ease, the familiar coolness masking his face. A final glance at the sleeping beauty, and he crept out of the chamber, the door shutting softly behind him.

His destination, however, wasn\'t the exit, but another wing of the manor. Here, the air shimmered with a different kind of energy, a subtle power that spoke of experience and authority. He navigated the corridors with an air of familiarity, stopping before a set of intricately carved doors.  Without a moment\'s hesitation, he pushed them open, striding confidently into the room.

A wave of Xia Bingling\'s musky scent, different yet not entirely unfamiliar from her daughter\'s, filled his nostrils. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the figure sprawled across a large, ornately carved bed.  Xia Bingling, the matriarch herself, lay fast asleep, her form bathed in the soft glow of an ever-burning incense burner.

Wang Li\'s breath hitched. Compared to Qingwu\'s youthful allure, Xia Bingling exuded a different kind of beauty – a mature, seasoned beauty that resonated with a different kind of power.  Her sleepwear, a delicate silk robe, clung to her voluptuous curves, leaving little to the imagination.

A predatory glint flickered in his eyes.  With a silent tread, he approached the bed, his movements fluid and predatory.  He lowered himself onto the edge, his gaze fixed on the rise and fall of her chest.  Then, with a boldness fueled by a twisted sense of power, he reached out.

His hand brushed against the cool silk of her nightgown, sending a jolt through him.  He slowly crept closer, wrapping one arm around her waist, the warmth of her body sending a delicious shiver down his spine.  His other hand, moving with practiced ease, found its way to her chest, his fingers closing around the generous swell of her breasts he felt beneath the fabric.

The sudden intrusion ripped Xia Bingling from her slumber.  Her eyes snapped open, a jolt of fear coursing through her at the feeling of a stranger in her bed, his hand pawing at her most intimate areas.  Instinct took hold, and her Nascent Soul Realm aura flared, ready to unleash a devastating attack on this brazen intruder.

But before she could react, a familiar sensation sent a wave of terror and a primal jolt of desire crashing through her.  He squeezed her breast firmly, his voice being a low whisper in her ear.

"Relax, Matriarch.  It\'s just me."

The voice, laced with a hint of amusement, sent a shiver down her spine. It was a combination of hatred and a primal fear that left her frozen. Any thought of resistance vanished, replaced by a cold dread.

It was Wang Li, the very man her daughter loved – and the very man who had forced himself on her not long ago.  The humiliation of that night burned fresh in her memory.

But she was trapped.  In this private chamber, with her guard down, she was at his mercy.  A silent struggle raged within her, her anger battling with the stark reality of her situation.  She knew, with a sickening certainty, that any attempt at resistance would end badly.

Xia Bingling\'s voice, though laced with a tremor, held a semblance of calm. "Wang Li," she hissed, her eyes narrowed, "what are you doing here?"

Wang Li chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.  His hand tightened around her breast, sending a jolt of conflicting emotions – fear and a flicker of unwelcome arousal – coursing through her.  He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.

"Just reminding you of your place, Matriarch," he purred, his voice dripping with a dark amusement.

The words were a slap in the face.  She had swallowed her pride, followed his plan to the letter, and this was his reward?  Hatred bubbled within her, threatening to boil over.

"I\'ve done what you asked," she spat, her voice tight with barely controlled fury. "The announcement is out there. I\'ve played my part. Isn\'t that enough?"

Wang Li moved closer, his body brushing against hers.  The feel of his heated form sent a primal shiver down her spine.  He trailed a finger down her neck, the touch sending goosebumps erupting across her skin.

"Think of this as a bonus," he said, his voice a seductive rasp.  "A reward for your obedience."  He leaned back, a glint of something dangerous in his eyes.  "The longer you cooperate, the greater the reward."

A flicker of curiosity pierced through her anger.  "What… reward?" she managed, her voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in again, his lips brushing her ear.  "Let\'s just say your little… limitations might not be so permanent."  He squeezed her breast again, his touch firm yet undeniably enticing.  "With prolonged… contact, your spiritual roots could potentially evolve."

Confusion clouded Xia Bingling\'s mind.  "Evolve?" she echoed, barely above a gasp.  The possibility, the sheer audacity of it, left her speechless.  Could it be true?  Could he actually…

"From Tier 5 to Tier 6," Wang Li confirmed, a cruel smile playing on his lips.  "A Sovereign Elemental Root. Imagine the possibilities, Matriarch."

He was right.  The thought of her current limitations dissolving, of reaching a whole new level of power, was intoxicating.  But the price… the sheer humiliation of it all…

She felt torn, a battle raging within her.  His touch, though unwelcome, sent a confusing warmth spreading through her body.  She hated him, loathed him for what he had done to her, to Qingwu.  But the power…

A soft moan escaped her lips as his hand dipped lower, exploring the soft curves beneath her nightgown.  Her body betrayed her, responding instinctively to his touch.

Wang Li smirked.  "See?" he murmured.  "Your body already understands the benefits."  His hand moved further, sending a jolt of raw desire through her.  "So, shall we continue this little… negotiation?"

Tears welled up in Xia Bingling\'s eyes, a mix of anger and a strange sense of yearning burning within her.  She knew the answer.  For now, at least, her ambition would have to take precedence.  She gritted her teeth, a silent concession escaping her lips.

Wang Li\'s lips curved into a predatory grin.  He wasted no time, his touch growing more insistent as he explored her body with a practiced ease.

Xia Bingling closed her eyes, her moans turning into a low, guttural sound as she surrendered to the conflicting sensations that overwhelmed her.  Hatred, desire, and the tantalizing promise of power – she was caught in a whirlwind of her own making, a dance with a demon who held the key to her deepest desires.


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