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Bright Star City, Bright Star Island, Flowing Stars Archipelago, Earth
Omniscient P.O.V.
Control was Yang, flexibility was Yin, and only by finding a balance through mastery of Yin and Yang could one progress swiftly without giving rise to Inner Demons.
In his case, having that kind of sex with Sera, someone who craved that sort of extreme pleasure of the flesh, as long as it did not cross a certain line, was fine.
As for her mother and sister, he would adapt his approach when it happened, though he doubted that the two would appreciate that sort of... Violent 'technique'.
It was just as well. Demian was a man of multiple interests with different urges after all. Violence, lust, and tenderness, though the latter would always be prioritized.
Call it his moral bottom line.
He was not a brainless barbarian, after all. Although calling him a refined scholar would also be untrue.
He was... Simply a man with all his contradictions, Evil and Good mixed into a colorful blend of humanity.
He was... Demian Mikhailov.
After a myriad of thoughts traversed his mind in a blink, he chose to turn off that side of his brain and simply enjoy the moment, letting his animalistic side take over his actions.
Below his muscular body, the dark elf's smaller frame was experiencing an onslaught of sensation.
Each thrust of his waist crashing against her shapely butt-cheeks created large waves, akin to meteors continuously crashing onto loose soil.
For each shock, her body vibrated wildly, water gushing below from the mind-breaking cycle of pain turning into pleasure.
Was she still conscious? Somewhat, though, for each thrust, it felt as if her brain was progressively dissipating, destroying every conscious thought she could have.
Worries? Fear? Concerns? Frustration? Everything disappeared with her man's animalistic and possessive assault on her willing body.
That was what she enjoyed:
Having every thought burdening her heart, disappearing into an ocean of pleasure, even if it was only temporary.
She needed that escape, that dark pleasure.
It was... Healing, as strange as it sounded.
Of course, if it were not for her having a man as caring as Demian, doing so would most likely result in extremely bad consequences.
Although she had never told him, he had slowly become her light, the boat carrying her into the fierce storms of the real world, stopping her from growing into the dark depths of her own mind.
She... had lost so many things... So many people...
Even her sight had vanished for three years, leaving her in a world of complete darkness.
For those born blind, the experience may have been different, but for her it was...
Terrifying.
After all, it was only when you lost something that you truly realized how important that thing or person was.
In her case, every familiar sight disappeared. Her mother's gentle smile? Gone! The colorful clothes she enjoyed wearing in summer? Not a trace left! The golden blue waves washing on the beach below their penthouse? Disappeared!
She could still hear, smell, taste, and feel, but it was only when she lost her sight that she realized how much she relied on the latter in her daily life.
So many things that had been easy in the past had become insurmountable challenges, and at that time needed other people's help to face.
As the saying goes: "Darkness breeds darkness."
For a 19-year-old, not being mentally broken was already a miracle, let alone asking her to keep her sanity intact.
In her lonely world of shadows, she changed.
Her mind changed.
Her thoughts changed.
Her desires became...
Twisted.
She became someone she would have been disgusted with in the past, but now had to accept as who she was.
Despite having her mother and sister around, she still buried herself deeper into a rabbit hole of dark thoughts, though Demian's presence did wonders to alleviate her symptoms.
Somewhat.
Or it may have simply shifted the problem.
Instead of letting her sanity be eroded further, she had subconsciously pushed all her self-worth onto Demian.
In other words, as long as the young man treated her well and cared for her, her mind would stay in one piece.
However, if he started mistreating her, then her mind would have probably shattered instantly, and any hope of recovery would have become...
Virtually nonexistent.
Was it a healthy way to deal with her own problems?
Of course not!
She knew that well.
But the thing was... It was the only way her sick mind found to cope with the pain.
99% of the time, such a toxic mindset would result in tragedy.
However, in her case, the subject of her unhealthy affection did turn out to be what saved her, although it was merely the care from a brother to his dear sister.
Coupled with the fact that she hid her feelings deep inside her Heart, while Demian never even thought in that direction, it was no surprise that he had never found out about how she felt and simply attributed her attitude to a spoiled sister wanting attention, something he did not mind indulging at all.
Only when his memories awakened, radically transforming his personality and giving him a wider perspective and experience, did he realize the extent of her feelings for him, prompting him to choose to bond his Soul with her own.
As time passed, with Seraphine being showered in Demian's gentle care, those 'cracks' in her psyche began to heal slowly to the point that she now felt much happier and mentally balanced.
Sure, she would never be considered entirely 'normal', whatever that meant, as experiences shaped people, no matter how unwilling they were, and her own experiences were enough to fundamentally alter her mindset.
However, her own man accepted every side of her, no matter how depraved or morally reprehensible, so why should she let it bother her?
Even her mother and sister seemed to be fine with her new... 'Quirks'.
Since every important person in her life was fine with who she had become, she would stop hiding it.
Instead, she would fully embrace who she was inside.
And she would start by letting her extraordinary man pound her inside into mush, allowing him to vent his darker desires and herself to feel even more alive through the intense experience.
Each of his thrusts rattled her brain and body, the internal damage healing instantly, while her body was growing progressively sturdier with each injury the Perk healed.
Of course, the so-called damage was too low to trigger a massive boost, but each time the small injuries, mostly scrapes and bruises, disappeared, in the process, it made her feel as if her entire body was undergoing a deep and thorough massage.
And that was on top of the 'normal' sexual pleasure.
The two sensations combined were... Unbelievably blissful! So blissful in fact, that the young woman had long since become addicted to it!
Add to that the mounting orgasms Demian never failed to bring her every. single. time., and it was a wonder she did not also jump on him during the day instead of keeping their bedroom activities strictly for nighttime.
Honestly, Demian felt the same way, but knew that if he did not put any boundaries, the two would end up having sex 24/7, with the only breaks being when one or both of them passed out from complete exhaustion.
Some people might be fine with that, but that was not what he wanted, even though the experience was both pleasurable and boosted their cultivation.
It's true that he loved having sex with Seraphine and would most likely enjoy it as much once Liya and Bryn ended up in his bed.
However, he also believed that a balance needed to be found, not because he believed the activity would become stale since, with his Perks playing their parts, that would never happen, but because of a desire to enjoy more of what the World had to offer.
Fortunately, his horny wife seemed to be fine with his arrangement.
Well, fine may be a bit too strong a word.
'Accepting' might be a more fitting description.
That being said, all of that was reasonable talk, and at the current moment, reason was the last thing on his mind.
Instead, his waist kept pounding away at the peerless woman acting submissively below his body, bringing both of them closer and closer to the destination that others found elusive, but one that was all so familiar for both of them.
After an unknown time, while Sera's body had been wracked by so many 'light' orgasms, Demian's own pleasure was still progressively building until he finally found himself on the edge of a dangerous, but so exhilarating, cliff leading to both the deepest abyss and the highest heavens.
Not one to fear dangers, the young man plunged one last time, both metaphorically and physically, reaching those abysmal depths before being propelled to unfathomable heights, his consciousness fading into a wisp of pleasure as his figure stood abnormally in place, not due to his own will, but because of those bone-breaking, muscle-tearing spasms wracking his body.
As for Seraphine, she had effectively been knocked out by the climax's intensity, though her curvy figure was still experiencing some strong twitches, her insides included, which propelled Demian's consciousness even higher into those blissful heights.
A minute or so later, the young man's muscles stopped twitching, his now weakened body fell heavily on his unconscious woman's smooth back, her fragrant sweat being now smeared on his own chest.
Although his body was frighteningly heavy, the woman merely let out a small grunt before resuming her orgasm-induced coma.
As for Demian, his mind was slowly recovering, while feeling as if every part of his body had been rubbed and kneaded into a relaxed mess, from his flesh to the smallest of his cells.
'Nothing beats sex with a Soul-bonded partner!' He thought sluggishly.
Indeed, no matter how many times they experienced that thrill, the intensity never disappeared.
It was truly strange when one thought about it.
After all, one's brain should have built a certain amount of resistance by now.
But no.
Quite the opposite, even.
The more sex they had, the more powerful the sensation became.
Truly incomprehensible.
'Well, there's also that...' He contemplated while his strength was slowly coming back to his body, bringing a pleasant improvement with it.
Sensing his body growing slightly more refined, he let out a light sigh as he noted inwardly. 'The improvements seemed to have slowed down for me.' As his Senses turned toward Seraphine's sleeping form beneath him, he added. 'But Sera's own seem to be growing. I can tell she's about to unlock another Main Acupoint. Is it because of my recent breakthrough?'
While his cheek rubbed gently against her smooth back, he pondered. 'She's also having more and more trouble keeping up with me in bed. Well, since she can receive half the effects of my Perks, it's not exactly a surprise. When you think about it, my base growth is twice hers, and that includes my stamina. Honestly, if it weren't for the Dual Cultivation effect, she'd be quickly left behind by me...'
Noting Seraphine's slow breathing, he realized that, for the first time since they had started their bedroom battles, he had defeated his mighty foe in merely one bout.
As a few chuckles left his lips, he shifted from her back, setting his back on the mattress before gently moving her unconscious figure to rest completely on his chest, her soft breasts pleasantly (for him) squeezed against his muscular torso.
While observing her sleeping face, he noticed a bit of saliva trailing on the corner of her mouth, which brought an amused smile to his face.
While stroking her damp, silky smooth hair and enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin against his, a surge of warmth appeared in his heart as he contemplated. 'This is what I cultivate for. To protect the people I love and enjoy those happy moments with them for as long as I can.'
Out loud, he whispered tenderly. "People say that behind every successful man stands an extraordinary woman. I don't know about others, but for me it's true. Thank you for... For everything, really."
Pausing his words for a second, he then continued, his tone a lot firmer. "No matter what challenge we'll meet or enemy we'll face in the future, I promise you I'll become strong enough to protect our happiness. No one will be able to take what's ours."
Having reaffirmed his decision, he then let out a sigh before mumbling wryly. "Not like you can hear me in your sleep."
Shaking his head briefly, he then planted a light kiss on her forehead and whispered 'I love you. Sweet dreams, my Love.' before closing his eyes, the deep exhaustion from the last few days' events pulling his consciousness into Morpheus' embrace in a few moments.
At that moment, the corner of Sera's lips seemed to rise slightly, though it was merely a brief moment before everything returned to normal, the only thing one could hear in the room being the two sleeping people's peaceful breaths.