My Twin Dao Companions Are Reincarnated Empresses

Not in the bedchamber where they had spent their wedding night, but in the room that belonged to Ji Yue.

Walls of pale blue marble, veined with silver, held the morning light like frozen moonlight. Sheer white-and-blue gauze hung from the canopy, stirring in a faint, cool draft that smelled of snow and plum blossom. Everything in it was quiet, ordered, and cold. The only warm thing in the room was the woman in the bed.

Lying beneath a thin blanket, her body still flushed from their earlier lovemaking was impossible to conceal. Her breasts rose and fell gently as she watched Gu Yuan standing beside the bed, already dressed in his cultivation robes, tying the last sash with calm, practiced movements.

Even after five years of marriage. Even with the traces of him still fresh on her body. Her purple eyes lingered on him, reluctant to let him cover that body of his with his robe... and even more reluctant to let him go.

”Where are you going?” she asked.

”To the Mission Hall. For my ten-year mission.”

”Ten-year mission?” Ji Yue repeated.

”Yes. As an inner sect disciple, I need to complete one mission every ten years.”

”I understand that.” There was something peculiar about Ji Yue’s tone. ”I mean, why do you need to do it?”

”Like I said, because I’m an inner sect disciple.”

Ji Yue looked at him the way one might look at a particularly dense junior who had somehow survived this long by accident.

”You are also the husband of the Sect Master,” she said slowly. ”Have you forgotten that?”

”Well...” Gu Yuan scratched his cheek. ”I thought I shouldn’t receive special treatment just because of that. That’s why I’m going.”

Ji Yue exhaled, a long, controlled breath, then smiled.

”What is your current cultivation?”

By now Gu Yuan had become an expert at reading Ji Yue, and he could feel the subtle change in her tone. But maybe because he had just spent so long wrestling with her naked body, he felt no intimidation at all.

”Third Stage of the Spiritual Core Realm.”

”Good.” Ji Yue nodded. ”Then, do you know the requirements for becoming a core disciple?”

Before Gu Yuan could say a word, she answered for him.

”You only need to reach the Golden Core Realm before the age of one hundred and fifty. So if you want to, you can become a core disciple.”

So? Seeing the cheeky smile that seemed to say exactly that, Ji Yue sighed. ”Forget core disciple. At the Spiritual Core Realm, you could be an inner sect elder.”

”And neither position requires you to complete missions. They’re voluntary.”

”So, you understand what all this means, right?” she asked, locking her purple eyes with his.

Gu Yuan nodded calmly. ”Yes, I understand perfectly.”

He began pulling off the robe he had just put on. ”You want me to fuck you more... that’s it, right?”

He drew the blanket away, revealing her tempting body, her pale skin still faintly marked from earlier. He pressed her down into the mattress with his weight and smirked.

”You...” Ji Yue bit her lip.

The thick, heated length of him pressed against her stomach, and her body trembled on its own. Just the thought of that same thickness returning inside her sent a shameful rush of excitement through her core.

Yet he did not enter.

He only teased her, dragging the broad head along her lower lips, sliding against her, pausing on the verge of pushing in and then not doing it. Each near-penetration drew a soft, frustrated sound from her throat.

”Please... don’t torture me like this...” It came out as a whisper.

Taking pity on the proud woman reduced to begging beneath him, Gu Yuan thrust forward in one smooth motion, sinking deep inside her.

Ji Yue clenched the sheets, and a long, broken moan spilled from her lips as that familiar, overwhelming thickness filled her completely. More than five years had passed since the night she had lost her purity, yet she had never grown used to the way he stretched her, nor to the raw pleasure that followed every stroke.

He moved with steady, deep rolls of his hips, grinding against her deepest places. Then, without warning, he withdrew, flipped her onto her stomach, and drove back into her from behind.

The new angle made her cry out. It was closer to animal mating than lovemaking... yet instead of feeling insulted, Ji Yue raised her hips of her own accord, pushing back to meet every thrust, shaking her ass to take him even deeper.

When she turned her head slightly to look back at him, Gu Yuan, as though he had been waiting for exactly that, had his face close, and he caught her lips. Involuntarily she offered her tongue, and he sucked it as if it were the finest delicacy in the world.

She felt violated in two places at once, her cunt stretched and claimed, her mouth thoroughly ravaged... and she loved it.

Her body shook, and her love juice spilled around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Gu Yuan only accelerated, the wet slap of his hips meeting her ass filling the cool marble chamber. Unable to hold back, he spanked her jiggling ass, and she cried out, clenching so tightly around him that he groaned.

He gave her one last thrust and emptied himself in her womb. The heat of it dragged her over the edge a second time, and she shuddered under him, gasping into the sheets.

He let himself fall onto the bed, his shaft sliding free of her tight canal with a soft pop, a flood of white seed following, spilling from her well-used folds and trailing down her thighs.

He had no chance to rest.

”I wondered where you were,” a familiar voice said from the doorway. ”And of course you were here.”

Ji Yan stood there with her red hair loose, golden eyes taking in the sight of her twin sister lying exhausted on her stomach, ass still raised. She shook her head with a chuckle, stripped quickly, and joined them.

Settling beside her husband, she took his shaft, still slick with cum and love juice, and stroked it while she kissed him. When she felt it harden again, she guided him back into her sister, grinning.

”How much further do you think my sister is going to fall?”

”How much further she’ll fall for her husband?” Gu Yuan repeated, deliberately changing the meaning. ”Well, love knows no limits. So probably quite deep.”

Ji Yan laughed. ”Yes, I’m certain it’s going to be pretty deep!”

She couldn’t resist the sight in front of her: one cheek already blushing from his hand, the other pale and untouched. She brought her own hand down in a sharp slap, leaving both cheeks matching shades of pink. The frosty glare she received in return only made her shrug. Then she rose to her feet on the mattress at his side, hand tangling in his hair, and turned his face toward her, pressing her pink lower lips to his mouth.

Gu Yuan didn’t mind. He simply plunged his tongue into her folds and ate her while he kept moving inside her sister.

As the sweet, musky taste of Ji Yan filled his mouth though, he made himself a quiet promise.

Later, he would teach this redhead a proper lesson for touching what was his.