Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

Lady Isabelle remained frozen in the doorway of the guest chamber, her heart pounding as her eyes locked onto the scene before her. Lady Cecilia remained on the floor, her translucent dress barely clinging to her full breasts, her hands wrapped around Lucas's massive cock, slick with her saliva, her lips still glistening from sucking him moments ago.

The air was heavy with the raw scent of their intimacy, the oil lamp's glow casting shadows across Cecilia's half-naked form and Lucas's bare chest. Isabelle's initial shock at seeing Cecilia, a noblewoman, in such a compromising position with Lucas was sharp, a sting of betrayal that cut through her attraction to his genius. But that shock paled as her gaze fixed on Lucas's cock, its sheer size, thick and veined, standing proud and monstrous, overwhelmed her senses, drowning out everything else.

She tried to look away, to pull her eyes from the sight of his cock, but they kept drifting back, her mind blanking as she stared, her body betraying her with a flush of heat that spread from her cheeks to her chest. Her lips parted, and she stuttered, "I… I didn't mean…" her voice faltering, the words catching in her throat as she tried to save herself from the embarrassment of being caught staring.

'Say something, anything,' she thought, her hands clutching the edges of her robe, trying to ground herself, but her eyes flicked back to his cock, unable to resist its pull. She stuttered again, "This… I shouldn't…" her voice barely audible, her face burning red, mortified at her own reaction, at the way her body was responding despite her hurt, despite Cecilia's presence.

Lucas watched Isabelle closely, his smirk widening into a grin, his calm confidence unshaken by the interruption.

'She's starstruck,' he thought, reading the desire in her wide, flickering eyes, the way her stuttering betrayed her struggle to stay composed. He could see it, her mind was lost, consumed by the sight of his cock, her attraction to his genius now amplified by raw, physical want.

His cock still hard, glistening, and completely unapologetic, letting her take in the full view. "Do you care to join us?" he said, his voice low and teasing, the grin spreading wider as he watched her flush deepen, her stuttering faltering completely.

He knew she wanted it, wanted him, her eyes screaming it even as she tried to speak, her body leaning forward almost imperceptibly, drawn to him like a moth to flame, her mind overwhelmed, all thoughts narrowing to one thing: his dick.

His teasing words, "Do you care to join us?" hung in the air, his wide grin slicing through her hesitation, and her body moved before her mind could catch up. She nodded frantically, her heart pounding, her breath quick as she stepped forward, dropping to her knees beside Cecilia on the cool stone floor, her robe brushing against her thighs, her eyes never leaving his cock.

Cecilia's gaze flicked to Isabelle, but she didn't protest as Isabelle reached out, her trembling fingers taking Lucas's cock from Cecilia's grip, her touch tentative but eager. Isabelle's other hand covered her mouth, stifling a gasp as she examined the monstrous shaft, its thick, veined length pulsing in her hand, slick with Cecilia's saliva and heavier than she'd imagined.

'I've never seen a cock this big.' she thought, her cheeks flushing with awe and desire as she studied it, her fingers tracing its contours, marveling at its size. Her breath came fast, and she leaned in, her lips locking onto the tip, sucking gently, her tongue brushing the sensitive cap, tasting the saliva of Lady Cecilia and the faint salt of his dick. A happy moan spilled from her, soft and satisfied, vibrating against his cock as she sucked harder, her lips stretching to take more, her mind lost in the pleasure of having him in her mouth, her earlier hurt forgotten.

Cecilia watched for a moment, her own arousal still burning, her hands twitching with the need to reclaim her place. She reached for the ties of her translucent dress, pulling it off with a swift motion, letting it slide to the floor, her firm breasts bouncing free, her curved hips glowing in the lamplight. Without hesitation, she moved to Isabelle, tugging at the robe still clinging to her busty frame, slipping it off her shoulders until it pooled around her knees. Isabelle barely registered the movement, too consumed by Lucas's cock, her lips working it eagerly, her moans growing louder, her pert breasts now bare, her body exposed as she knelt, sucking happily, lost in the act of pleasing him.

Lucas looked down at the two women below his cock, Isabelle's busty curves and Cecilia's lean, graceful form, both high-profile noblewomen, their status stripped away in this moment as they knelt before him, devoted to his pleasure.

'This is fucking unreal,' he smiled, satisfaction swelling in his chest, his cock throbbing as Isabelle sucked, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Cecilia's eyes burned with hunger, her naked body close, ready to rejoin. The sight of two noble women, their titles meaningless now, giving themselves to him sent a rush through him, his Yang energy humming in his core, amplifying his pleasure. The chamber echoed with the wet sounds of Isabelle's sucking, her happy moans, the air charged with their shared desire. He was having a great time, his hands resting lightly on their heads, fingers brushing their hair, savoring every second of their eager devotion to his cock.

Cecilia's firm boobs bounced slightly as she leaned forward, her hands reaching for Lucas's massive cock, still slick from Isabelle's mouth, her lips parting to take it in again.

'I'm not letting her have it all,' she thought, her earlier irritation at Isabelle's intrusion giving way to a competitive hunger, her weak cultivation buzzing with the Yang energy Lucas had fed her. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the thick shaft, still struggling to fit its monstrous size, her saliva mixing with Isabelle's as she worked, her moans soft but eager, vibrating against him. Lucas groaned low, his hand resting in Cecilia's hair, loving the way she dove back in, her enthusiasm undimmed.

Isabelle shifted on her knees, adjusting her curvy body to make room, her big breasts brushing against Cecilia's arm as she leaned closer, her amber eyes locked on Lucas's cock.

'I need more,' she thought. She waited for Cecilia to pause, then took her turn, her lips locking onto the tip, sucking slow and deliberate, her tongue teasing the sensitive cap, drawing a soft moan from her throat that echoed in the room. Her hands stroked the base, her fingers slick, working in tandem with her mouth as she savored the taste, the weight of him.

They fell into a rhythm, taking turns sucking his cock, Cecilia's lips and eager tongue alternating with Isabelle's precise, hungry sucks, their hands moving together, stroking and massaging what their mouths couldn't take. The chamber filled with the wet sounds of their sucking, their muffled moans blending, the air charged with their shared desire.