Lucas sat there in the tub, the warm water lapping at his chest, and for a moment, he just watched Selene, her hands still lingering on his thigh. Her scent was still thick in the air, that damn jasmine wrapping around him, and her face—those sharp features, those full lips—was hard to ignore.
"Maybe I can have a little fun," he thought, shifting his weight a bit, the water sloshing against the wooden sides. He'd been holding back, keeping his guard up, but hell, he was human too. Why not let himself enjoy it, even if he wasn't about to forgive her? He relaxed his mind, letting the blood flow where it wanted, and his cock started to rise, slow and steady, pushing up through the water until it stood tall.
Selene's eyes went wide, her breath catching loud enough for him to hear, and he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips.
"Yeah, that got her," he thought, leaning back a little, watching her reaction.
Selene stared, her mouth dropping open just a bit as his dick hardened right in front of her.
"Holy fuck," she thought, her hands freezing where they were. "Xavier… when did you get this big?" she blurted out, her voice cracking a little, and she didn't even care how desperate she sounded.
She reached for it again, her fingers trembling as they wrapped around him—or tried to. Her hands couldn't even close all the way around it, the sheer girth of him making her palms feel small. It's massive, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. She remembered him from before, back when things weren't so messy between them, but this? This was something else entirely. She didn't waste a second—her hands were already moving, but she needed more. She stood up quick, her knees wobbly from kneeling so long, and yanked off her robe, letting it fall in a heap on the damp floor. Lucas's eyes flicked up, taking her in, and she knew he saw everything—her plump breasts, her thick thighs, the curve of her hips. He likes it, she thought, catching the way his gaze lingered, and it gave her a rush.
She stepped into the tub, the water splashing around her legs as she climbed in, straddling his thighs. It was cramped, the tub barely big enough for both of them, but she didn't care—her focus was all on that cock. She grabbed it again, her hands slippery with water, and started massaging it, slow and firm, feeling it pulse under her fingers. Then she leaned forward, pressing it against her big breasts, rubbing the tip over her red nipples.
"Oh fuck," she thought, a shiver racing down her spine as the heat of him brushed her skin. It sent tingles through her, her nipples hardening under the contact, and she bit her lip, trying to keep her cool. Lucas felt it too—her Yin energy, soft and rich, seeping into him through her touch.
"She's got plenty to give, he thought," his hands resting on the edges of the tub. He wanted it, craved that boost to his cultivation, but he wasn't giving her his Yang energy—not a drop. Lira earned that, he reminded himself, thinking of how she'd surrendered to him completely. Selene? She hadn't proved herself yet.
Selene wasn't waiting for him to make a move—she took his cock and slid it between her tits, pressing them together tight around him. "Let's see how he likes this," she thought, a little smirk of her own creeping up. She started moving, up and down, the water sloshing with every bounce, her breasts rubbing against him in a slick, steady rhythm.
Lucas let out a low breath, his head tipping back, and she could tell he was enjoying it—his shoulders relaxed, his hands loosening their grip on the tub. Waves of pleasure rolled through him, warm and lazy, and he let himself sink into it.
"How shameless," he thought, watching her through half-closed eyes. She was putting on a show, her tits swaying, water dripping off her skin, and he wasn't complaining—not yet. It felt good, damn good, and he wasn't above taking what she offered, even if his heart wasn't in it.
Then she shifted again, bending down, her hair falling wet around her face as she took him into her mouth.
"I need to know," she thought, her curiosity burning as she sucked him in, her lips stretching wide to fit him. How had he gotten this big? She remembered him being decent, sure, but this was something else—thick and long and heavy on her tongue. She had no idea about the dual cultivation he'd been practicing with Lira, how it'd enhanced him, made him more than he'd been before.
All she knew was the feel of him now, filling her mouth, and she kept sucking, hard and eager, the wet sounds bouncing off the walls. She moaned around him, the vibration humming through his cock, and her hands braced on his thighs, nails digging in a little.
"Why's he so quiet?" she thought, frustrated. Lucas wasn't groaning, wasn't moaning—just sitting there, breathing steady, and it drove her nuts.
"I'll make him feel it," she decided, sucking harder, her head bobbing faster, her tits swaying in the water with every move.
Her pussy was aching now, itching to have him inside her, but she didn't stop—she wanted to crack him, to hear him break.
"He's gotta give me something, she thought, her jaw starting to ache as she worked him over. The tub water splashed around them, spilling over the edge onto the floor, and her moans got louder, mixing with the sloppy sounds of her sucking.
Lucas kept his cool, though, his hands resting easy, his face calm even as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. "She's trying too hard," he thought, almost amused. Her tits bounced, her lips slid up and down, and yeah, it was good—real good—but he wasn't about to let her think she'd won him over. Not yet. He'd take the Yin energy, take the pleasure, but that was it. She'd have to figure out the rest on her own.
Selene was at her limit—her whole body was screaming for it now, buzzing with a need she couldn't ignore anymore. She'd been sucking him, rubbing him, trying to get some kind of reaction out of Lucas, but it wasn't enough—not for her. "I'm so damn horny," she thought, her breath coming fast and shaky as she pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop.
Her jaw aching, and her pussy was throbbing, practically begging for him. She couldn't take it sitting still any longer. She stood up in the tub, water sloshing around her legs, dripping off her thick thighs in little streams that splashed onto the floor. Her hands were trembling as she moved, and she leaned forward, pressing her chest against Lucas's. The warmth of his skin hit her like a shock, and she let out a shaky little sigh, her plump breasts squishing soft against his hard chest.
Lucas felt her weight settle on him, her wet skin sticking to his, and that jasmine scent of hers flooded his nose again, stronger now, mixing with the steam and the soap.
"Gods, she smells good," he thought, his hands twitching at his sides. He couldn't help it—he loved how she smelled, loved the way her soft, full breasts pressed into him, warm and heavy, her red nipples brushing his skin. It was a hell of a feeling, and even if he didn't trust her, didn't forgive her, he wasn't blind or dead.
She shifted then, her hands bracing on his shoulders, and he could feel her adjusting, her thick buttocks sliding back until they hovered right over his dick.
"She's going for it," he thought, his smirk flickering back as he watched her move. She grabbed his cock with one hand, clumsy and eager, and rubbed the tip against her clitoris, slow at first, teasing herself. A low moan slipped out of her, her hips twitching, and Lucas felt the heat of her, the slickness already dripping from her pussy.
Then she went for it—she lined him up and slid down, trying to take him in. "Oh fuck," she thought, her eyes squeezing shut as the head of his cock pushed into her. Her pussy stretched, straining to fit him, and a sharp stab of pain shot through her, making her gasp loud.
"He's too big," she thought, panic flickering for a second, but then the pleasure hit, hot and deep, drowning out the sting. She loved it—loved how it felt, even if it hurt a little, even if her body was fighting to take him. The bath water sloshed around them, mixing with her pussy juice, making everything wetter, sloppier, and it helped—eased him in just enough for her to keep going. She sank down further, her thighs trembling, and started riding him, her hips rocking like she was on a damn horse. I can do this, she thought, gritting her teeth through the ache, her hands digging into his shoulders for balance.
Lucas leaned up, his mouth finding her tits again. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over her nipple, tasting the water and her skin, and she moaned louder, her head tipping back.
"He's… he's everywhere," she thought, her mind spinning as he worked her from below. The pleasure was insane—way more than she'd expected, way more than Xavier had ever given her back when they'd been tangled up together.
"He was never like this," she thought, a little dazed, her hips moving faster now, splashing water over the tub's edge. Lucas's cock filled her up, stretching her pussy with every thrust, and she could feel it—every inch, every pulse—driving her wild. Her moans turned into cries, loud and messy, bouncing off the walls, and she didn't care who heard.
"This is what I needed," she thought, her body shaking as she rode him harder, chasing that high.
The tub creaked under them, water spilling onto the floor in little waves, and Selene's thick thighs flexed, her ass bouncing as she moved. Her pussy was soaking, dripping down his cock, mixing with the bath water until it was a sloppy, wet mess.
"It's so good," she thought, her breath hitching every time he sucked her tits, his teeth grazing her nipple just enough to make her shiver. Lucas kept at it, his hands finally moving—one grabbing her hip, the other sliding up to squeeze her breast, rough and greedy.
"She's losing it," he thought, feeling her Yin energy pouring into him, rich and wild, feeding his core with every bounce. He didn't give her any Yang back—not yet, he told himself, stubborn as hell—but he couldn't deny how good it felt, her tight heat gripping him, her moans filling his ears.
"She's a damn handful," he thought, smirking against her skin as he sucked harder, letting her ride out her desperation.
Selene's whole body was on fire now, every nerve lit up, and she couldn't believe how much she was feeling, her mind fuzzy, her hips slamming down faster. The pain was still there, a dull ache under the pleasure, but she didn't care—it made it better somehow, sharper, like she was earning every jolt that shot through her.
Her pussy clenched around him, slick and needy, and she could feel herself getting close, that tight coil in her belly winding up tight. "Xavier…" she gasped, her voice breaking, and he sucked her tit harder, his hand on her hip guiding her down, rough and steady.
"He's too much," she thought, her moans turning into little sobs, her body trembling as she rode him like her life depended on it. The water splashed everywhere, the tub rocking, and she didn't care about the mess—just him, just this, just the pleasure she hadn't known she could feel.