The sky was burning.
Black-gold phoenix flames clashed against golden sun beams in a cataclysmic storm above the First Blood Continent. Shockwaves from every collision flattened mountains and boiled rivers. Millions of cultivators from both sides were forced to retreat or be erased from existence.
In the center of this apocalypse, Wei Chen floated with Zhao Ling locked tightly in his arms.
He was buried deep inside her, thrusting with powerful, desperate strokes while they hovered thousands of feet above the battlefield. Zhao Ling's black phoenix wings beat slowly, her body trembling violently between pleasure and corruption.
"Husband… it hurts… he's so deep inside me…" she sobbed, tears streaming down her beautiful face even as her walls clenched greedily around him.
"I know, Ling'er. I know," Wei Chen whispered against her lips, voice thick with love and fury. "But I'm deeper. Feel me. Feel how much I love you."
He kissed her fiercely, pouring every ounce of his Yang Immortal Dao into the connection. His hips never stopped moving — long, deep, claiming thrusts that drove him to the very core of her being.
The other queens formed a protective sphere around them, fighting with everything they had.
Lin Xue created a massive frost dome to contain the black flames leaking from Zhao Ling. Su Mei wrapped corrosive chains around Zhao Ling's limbs to restrain her without hurting her. Tigress Yu used her primal strength to hold all of them steady in mid-air. Lei Xin summoned thunder barriers, Shang Mian folded space to redirect attacks, Hua Shi slowed time around the black flames, Sheng Si used life-death cycles to heal Zhao Ling from within, Ling Hun bound the corruption threads, and Luan Xu turned chaos into order to stabilize her qi.
Every few seconds, one of the queens would press close and join the cycle — kissing Zhao Ling, licking where Wei Chen and Zhao Ling were joined, or pouring their own essence directly into her body.
Zhao Ling cried out as another orgasm ripped through her. Her walls spasmed hard, squirting golden-black essence that slowly turned purer gold with each thrust.
"I love you… I love you so much…" she sobbed, legs wrapped tightly around Wei Chen's waist. "Don't stop… even if I beg you to kill me… don't stop…"
"I won't," Wei Chen growled, slamming into her harder. "You're mine. Our child is ours. I'm bringing you home."
Below them, the war raged mercilessly.
The main five disciples were fighting like gods.
Long Tian had grown to ten thousand feet tall, his dragon sword domain covering an entire battlefield as he cut down thousands of corrupted puppets. Huo Feng led a phoenix legion that kept rising stronger every time they died. Xuan Shi stood like an immovable mountain, tanking attacks meant for the floating citadel. Mei Ling's charm illusions had grown so powerful she was making entire enemy divisions fight each other. Bing Qing's ice domain had frozen an entire river solid, creating a defensive wall.
But even they were struggling.
Long Huang, the Ancient Dragon Enemy, was simply too powerful. Every swing of his claw erased thousands. Every breath attack turned landscapes into void.
And he was laughing.
"Beautiful," the colossal dragon god rumbled. "Watch, little descendant. Watch as I make your beloved queen kill the women you love."
Zhao Ling's body suddenly seized.
Her eyes turned fully gold-black again.
Dark phoenix power exploded outward in a sphere so strong it cracked the protective formation the queens had created.
"NO!" Zhao Ling screamed — but it was Long Huang's voice that came out. "Kill them. Kill them all."
Zhao Ling raised her hand toward the pride.
Black phoenix flames gathered into a devastating spear aimed directly at Lin Xue.
Wei Chen reacted instantly.
He spun Zhao Ling around mid-air, still buried deep inside her, and took the full force of the black flame spear directly into his back.
The pain was unimaginable.
His golden sun brand dimmed violently as the corruption burned into his body. Blood sprayed from his mouth.
But he didn't stop thrusting.
He held Zhao Ling tighter, kissing her with bloodied lips, pouring every last drop of his love and power into her.
"Fight him, Ling'er. Come back to me."
Tears poured down Zhao Ling's face as she fought the corruption with everything she had.
For one brief, beautiful moment, her eyes cleared completely.
"Husband… I'm sorry… I love you…"
Then the corruption slammed back into her even stronger.
Zhao Ling's power surged to a terrifying new peak — rivaling Long Huang himself.
She looked at Wei Chen with pure heartbreak.
And whispered the words that shattered his soul:
"If you won't kill me… then I will."
She unleashed her full corrupted power directly at the pride.
The blast was so powerful that even the three queens shielding them were sent flying backward.
Wei Chen took the full brunt of the attack while still inside her, his body smoking, blood pouring from multiple wounds.
But he refused to let go.
He kept thrusting.
Kept kissing her.
Kept fighting for the woman he loved.
The entire pride watched in horror as their master bled while trying to save their sister.
Long Huang's laughter shook the heavens.
"This is only the beginning."
To be Continued
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