The moment Wei Chen crashed onto the citadel balcony with Lin Xue safe in his arms, the entire pride erupted into chaos.
"Husband!" "Master!" "Dragon!"
Nineteen queens rushed forward, their beautiful faces filled with terror and love. Lin Xue was still weak but conscious, her silver hair matted with frost and tears as she clung to Wei Chen's scaled chest. But it was Wei Chen himself who was in critical condition.
The void corruption from the Ultimate Void Dragon God's final beam had struck his back directly. Black-gold veins spread rapidly across his golden scales like poisonous roots, cracking them open and leaking pure yang energy into the air. His Forbidden Yang Dragon Form was flickering, horns dimming, solar fire wings shrinking. His breathing was labored, golden eyes half-lidded with pain.
"I'm… fine," he rasped, trying to smile through the agony. "Just a scratch…"
"You idiot!" Su Mei cried, tears streaming down her crimson cheeks as she dropped to her knees beside him. "You took the hit meant for Lin Xue!"
Tigress Yu's powerful arms gently lifted him, her voice cracking. "Husband… don't you dare leave us."
Lin Xue pressed her cool forehead to his, sobbing softly. "I was supposed to protect you… not the other way around…"
The other queens gathered in a tight circle around him — Lei Xin's thunder sparks flickering weakly with worry, Shang Mian's void folds trembling, Hua Shi's time aura unstable, Sheng Si's life-death qi twisting in grief, Ling Hun's phantom chains rattling, Luan Xu's chaos-order balance completely broken, Astra and Umbra clutching each other in fresh terror.
Tie Lan's iron voice cut through the panic. "We need to act now! The corruption is spreading to his origin core!"
Wei Chen coughed, black-gold blood staining his lips. "Full… pride cycle… now. All of you. Purge it together."
The queens didn't hesitate.
They moved as one — robes and armor torn away in seconds, nineteen perfect bodies glowing with devotion and fear as they formed the largest, most desperate group cycle the pride had ever attempted.
Wei Chen lay on his back in the center of the grand healing platform they created with combined qi. His nineteen queens surrounded him in layers of love and power.
Lin Xue straddled his waist first, her cool channel sinking down onto his still-hard cock with desperate need. "Stay with us, husband. Feel my ice."
She rode him slow but deep, frost qi pouring into his body to fight the corruption. Su Mei knelt beside them, kissing him fiercely while her hands worked his chest, demonic warmth burning away black veins. Yu lifted his head gently into her lap, her massive breasts pressing against his face as she fed him her primal milk-like essence from her nipples.
The rest joined in perfect harmony.
Lei Xin straddled his face, thunder pussy grinding against his tongue as sparks healed his meridians. Shang Mian used void folds to make every thrust feel like a thousand at once. Hua Shi reversed time on his wounds, making them heal faster. Sheng Si rotted the corruption and reborn his damaged flesh. Ling Hun bound the void threads and extracted them from his soul. Luan Xu balanced the chaos inside him with perfect order.
Astra and Umbra, still new, pressed their bodies against his sides — starry and eclipse essences flowing into him as they kissed every inch of skin they could reach.
Climaxes chained violently and endlessly.
Lin Xue came first, walls clamping down in frozen spasms, squirting cool essence that turned to sacred frost mist around them. "I love you — stay with me!"
Su Mei followed, demonic heat milking him as she squirted hot crimson waves. "You're ours forever!"
Yu roared primal, her powerful body trembling as she squirted earth essence while feeding him more. "Husband — don't you dare die!"
One by one, every queen shattered in ecstasy — thunder exploding, void folding, time reversing, life-death reborn, phantom binding, chaos-order balancing, starry barrages, eclipse shadows — their combined squirting essence creating a radiant storm of multi-colored light that slammed into Wei Chen's body like a healing supernova.
Wei Chen roared as he released inside Lin Xue — thick, endless ropes of yang seed flooding her womb, then pulling out to paint Su Mei's breasts, Yu's abs, Lei Xin's thunder-marked thighs, and every other queen in claiming ropes of golden fire.
The complete sun bond blazed blindingly bright.
Nineteen strands burned pure gold once more.
The void corruption screamed as it was purged from his body, black-gold veins dissolving into harmless mist. His scales healed, wings flared back to full strength, and his Yang Immortal Dao roared back to life stronger than ever.
Wei Chen sat up slowly, pulling all nineteen queens into a massive, tangled embrace. Tears streamed down many faces as they kissed him desperately — lips, cheeks, chest, anywhere they could reach.
"You scared us," Lin Xue whispered, pressing her forehead to his. "Don't ever do that again," Su Mei sobbed against his neck. "Husband… we need you," Yu rumbled, voice thick with emotion as her tail wrapped around them all.
Fluffy, tender moments followed the intense healing. Wei Chen lay back with all nineteen queens piled on and around him in a warm, loving pile. He stroked hair, kissed foreheads, whispered personal words of love to each one. Astra and Umbra, still new, were pulled into the center and showered with gentle kisses and cuddles from their sisters.
"You're safe now," Wei Chen murmured to Lin Xue, holding her tight. "I'll always come for you."
The pride stayed like that for a long time — naked, glowing, hearts beating as one — recovering emotionally as much as physically.
But outside the healing bubble, the situation was still dire.
The rift had shrunk but not closed. The remaining Void Dragon Ancestors were regrouping, and the echo's presence still lingered in the air.
Worse — scouts reported a new threat approaching from the far horizon.
A massive golden fleet belonging to the Heavenly Dragon Alliance — ancient rivals who had sensed the Yang Dragon bloodline awakening and were coming to "claim" it for themselves.
The war was far from over.
Wei Chen stood up slowly, his body fully healed but his eyes burning with new determination.
"Rest is over," he said, voice low and dangerous. "They want my bloodline? Let them come."
He looked at his nineteen queens — all of them standing tall beside him once more.
"Time to show the heavens what a complete pride can really do."
To be Continued
© Kishtika., 2026
All rights reserved.