Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

Her fingers slick and warm as she stroked him, her moans muffled but growing louder with every passing moment. The more she sucked, the more she enjoyed it, a deep, primal satisfaction building in her core, her pussy was tingling with desire of his cock, dripping wet under her dress as her desire for Lucas consumed her. 'I want more of him,' she thought, her body surrendering to the act, her lips and tongue moving faster, hungrier, as if she could never get enough.

Lucas stood above her, his hand remained tangled in her brown hair, guiding her gently but firmly, his cock twitching in her mouth as her enthusiasm sent jolts of pleasure through him. His breath was steady but his arousal spiking, loving the way her lips stretched, the way her eyes flicked up to meet his, full of need and devotion. He focused, channeling a steady stream of his Yang energy into her, letting it flow through his touch, seeping into her core with every tug of her hair, every pulse of his fingers against her scalp.

The energy hit her like a spark, invigorating her, stoking her sexual desire until it burned hotter, her pussy aching, her body trembling with arousal that felt almost overwhelming. 'He's… he's making me feel so much,' she thought, her moans vibrating against his cock, her hands working faster, her mouth sucking harder as the Yang energy drove her deeper into lust.

Cecilia's cultivation, stagnant at the Adept rank for years, stirred faintly under the influx of his Yang, a subtle hum in her core that hinted at growth, at potential reawakening after being stilled for so long. She felt it, a flicker of power beneath the surface, but she ignored it, too consumed by the pleasure flooding her senses, the way Lucas's cock filled her mouth, the taste of him, the heat of his energy.

'This… this is all I want,' she thought, her body buzzing, her nipples so hard they ached against her dress, her pussy clenching with every suck, every stroke. The chamber filled with the wet sounds of her mouth, her muffled moans, the moment charged with her growing hunger and his quiet control. The more Yang he gave her, the more she craved him, her arousal spiraling, her mind blank except for the pleasure, the need to have more of him, to give herself completely to this moment.

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Lady Isabelle moved silently through the darkened halls of the academy, her soft steps barely making a sound as she tiptoed toward the guest chamber, her heart beating a little faster with every step. She had come for Lucas, her mind buzzing with thoughts of him, his sharp intellect, his bold exploits from the previous day.

'He's brilliant,' she thought as she headed for the guest chamber where he was, her lips curving slightly, her body warming at the memory of his confident posture, his piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. As a sapiosexual, Isabelle was drawn to genius, to minds that burned bright, and Lucas was a blazing star, a young boy who made her want to give herself completely, body and soul.

But as she neared the guest chamber, her steps slowed, her ears catching faint sounds through the door, slurpy, wet noises, unmistakable moans, low and feminine, laced with pleasure. Her heart sank, a pang of hurt twisting in her chest as she froze, her hand hovering near the door.

'He's with someone,' she thought, her breath catching, the sounds painting a vivid picture of what was happening inside. She leaned closer, her ear almost brushing the wood, and the moans grew clearer, accompanied by the soft, rhythmic sounds of sucking, the kind that could only mean that sexual activity.

'A servant? A whore?' she thought, her mind racing, trying to make sense of it. The idea of Lucas fucking another woman when she wanted him stung, not just because she wanted him, but because she'd let herself believe he might see her the same way, might feel the pull of her own sharp mind, her own strength as a cultivator, even if it wasn't at his level.

Isabelle's fingers curled into her palms, her transparent robe shifting as she stood there, torn between knocking and turning away.

'I shouldn't care,' she thought, trying to convince herself it was just disappointment, but the hurt was deeper, sharper, cutting through her usual composure.

She was no stranger to attraction, but Lucas was different, his genius, his daring, the way he'd shocked and amazed everyone yesterday had lit something in her, a desire to be close to him, to offer herself to someone who matched her love for brilliance.

'He's probably with some low-born girl,' she thought, her jaw tightening, imagining a servant or some hired woman, not someone who could appreciate his mind like she could.

The moans grew louder, more desperate, and she felt a flush of heat from the images flooding her mind, Lucas with another, his hands on them, his cock claimed by someone else.

'I'm such a fool,' she thought, her heart aching, her attraction to him burning brighter despite the hurt, her sapiosexual nature binding her to the genius she'd seen in him, making her want him even now.

Her heart kept pounding in her chest as the slurpy, wet sounds of sucking and the low, feminine moans seeped through the door, each noise a sharp jab to her already aching emotions.

Her body felt hot, flushed with a mix of hurt and longing that she couldn't shake. She knew she had no claim to him, no right to dictate what he wanted or who he chose, but the thought of him giving himself to someone else twisted something deep inside her, a possessive ache that made her chest tight.

She couldn't bear it any longer, the sounds of pleasure, the thoughts, the unbearable need to know who was stealing him from her. Her hand trembled as it reached for the door, her mind screaming for her to turn back, to walk away and preserve her dignity. But her heart, her desire, wouldn't let her.

'I need to see,' she thought, her breath catching, her resolve hardening despite the rational voice telling her to stop. She pushed the door open, and the sight before her hit like a thunderbolt, shocking her to her core, her eyes widening, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she took in the scene inside the chamber.