Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

He stepped closer, closing the small distance between them, and pulled her gently against him, feeling the warmth of her body, her boobs pressing soft against his bare chest.

His hands rested on her hips as he leaned in, kissing her slow and deep, his lips firm against hers, tasting the faint sweetness of her breath.

As their tongues brushed, Lucas focused, probing her with a subtle pulse of his cultivation senses, checking the flow of her Yin energy. It was there, warm and soft, but not endless, not like Lira's pure, brimming stream or the Henrietta's vast, heavy well. Cecilia's Yin was okay, enough to draw from, but limited, a shallow pool compared to the others.

'She's not much of a cultivator,' he thought, his lips still moving against hers, her soft moans vibrating into his mouth as she melted into the kiss, her hands uncrossing to clutch his shoulders. If he fucked her now, he could consume all her Yin in one go, drain her dry, but it wouldn't be enough to push his cultivation far. 'Not worth it… unless I give her something back,' he realized, his hands sliding up her back, feeling her warmth skin.

He broke the kiss gently, his breath warm against her cheek, and considered his options. Giving her his Yang energy would spark her cultivation, improve it drastically, maybe even awaken some latent potential. 'She's not talented,' he thought, sensing the weak flow of her energy, the way it flickered rather than surged, her Yin was soft, untrained, tied more to her natural vitality than any disciplined practice.

But infusing her with Yang could change that, strengthen her core, make her a better source for him later. 'It's an investment,' Lucas thought as his lips curved into a faint smirk as he looked down at her, her eyes crazy with want, her body trembling against his.

'She's been starving for this,' he thought, his hands firm on her hips, feeling the way she trembled, her weak cultivation leaving her defenseless against the pull of his presence, his Yang energy already stirring her core. Mentally, she was wide open, her limited training no match for the desire flooding her, and Lucas knew she couldn't resist him, not now, not with the way her body leaned into his, craving every touch. His hands slid up, grabbing her tits through the flimsy dress, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh, feeling her nipples harden under his palms as she gasped into his mouth, her moans growing louder.

Cecilia's hands roamed his bare chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles, rubbing his nipples with a softness that made his cock twitch in his pants.

He was loving her eagerness, the way she threw herself into it. She broke the kiss, her breath hot and shaky, and leaned down, her lips finding his chest, kissing his nipples, then licking them slow, her tongue warm and wet, teasing the sensitive skin. Lucas didn't moan, keeping his composure, but he loved it, loved her enthusiasm, the way she gave herself over completely, her brown hair brushing his skin as she worked, her hands still rubbing his chest, hungry for more of him, his hands sliding to her shoulders, encouraging her without breaking the moment, letting her take what she wanted.

After a while, Cecilia's kisses trailed lower, her hands moving with purpose as she crouched down, her dress shifting to reveal more of her curves in the candlelight. She tugged at his pants, pulling them down in one swift motion, and Lucas's big cock sprang free, hard and massive, standing proud before her. Cecilia's eyes widened, her breath catching, a jolt of shock and awe hitting her as she stared at it.

'it's… monstrous,' she thought, her hands reaching out almost on instinct, wrapping around the thick shaft, her fingers barely closing around its girth. She took a moment, weighing it in her hands, admiring its size, the way it pulsed under her touch, heavy and warm.

"It's monstrous," she said out loud, her voice a mix of nervousness and admiration, her eyes flicking up to Lucas, who stood calm but pleased, his smirk faint as he watched her, loving the way she marveled at him, her eagerness undimmed by the sheer size of what she was about to take on.

She leaned in, her lips parting, and took the tip into her mouth, struggling to fit it, her jaw stretching wide as the sheer size overwhelmed her. She sucked gently, her tongue brushing the sensitive cap, tasting the faint salt of him, her hands still gripping the base to steady herself as she worked.

Lucas looked down, his breath steady but his cock throbbing, loving the sight of her trying so hard, her lips stretched around him, her brown hair spilling over her shoulders, his hand reaching down to grab her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, not pulling hard but guiding her gently, encouraging her rhythm.

Cecilia moaned softly, the sound muffled around his cock, vibrating against him as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling, trying to take more despite the struggle. Her saliva coated him, making it slicker, easier, but it was still a challenge, her mouth barely able to handle his girth.

'I want to please him,' she thought, with Lucas's big dick in her mouth, her tongue rubbing the tip of his dick, her pussy tingling, her body buzzing with the heat of his Yang energy from their earlier kisses, driving her to keep going, to give him everything she had.

Lucas's grip on her hair tightened slightly, his fingers massaging her scalp as she sucked, her enthusiasm making his arousal spike.

Cecilia's hands moved, one stroking the base of his cock, the other massaging what her mouth couldn't reach, her fingers slick with her spit. Her moans grew louder, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glancing up at him, seeking approval as she worked, her lips and tongue relentless despite the strain.