Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

Lucas continued his work in silence, his hands never faltering in their gentle but purposeful rhythm. Each motion was guided not only by touch but by a fine-tuned awareness of her body's Qi flow. He moved with the precision of someone who had studied both anatomy and spiritual circulation, pressing just firmly enough to unlock stiffness without inducing strain. His fingers worked over the arch of her foot again, then along her ankles and up the curve of her calf, moving with slow, practiced confidence.

As his infused Yang energy entered her system in steady pulses, the effect was no longer just physical. A subtle heat was beginning to rise within her, one that had little to do with pain relief or healing. Nyx's breathing shifted, no longer the calm exhale of earlier. It was shallower now, with a faint hitch at the end. Her fingers curled slightly against the edge of the table, and her eyes fluttered for a moment.

She shifted her weight uneasily, an odd growing restlessness she couldn't quite rationalize. Her heart had started to beat faster, not in alarm, but in some other unnamed anticipation. It made her uneasy.

"What are you doing to me, Xavier?" she asked, her voice low but sharp-edged, as if trying to sound composed even as it trembled faintly.

Lucas, still kneeling at the edge of the table, kept his expression calm. His hands didn't pause.

"I'm only massaging you, Princess," he said evenly. "Soothing your meridians, releasing tension… If it's too much, I can stop."

Nyx didn't respond immediately. A long pause hung in the air between them, filled only by the quiet stirrings of her breath and the distant chirp of garden crickets outside the windows.

Finally, her voice returned, quieter this time. "No… continue."

Lucas gave a soft nod, then shifted his hands slightly. "You'll need to turn over," he said, his tone still clinical. "So I can continue properly. Your back channels are likely more blocked than the front."

Nyx hesitated. Just a breath. Then, wordlessly, she turned over. Her movements were slow, as though she was already aware of how her body might betray her. The fabric of her under-robe clung faintly to the curves of her body as she settled against the table again.

Lucas resumed his work, this time moving his focus to her knees. His fingers pressed gently into the tissue behind them, a sensitive spot tied directly to multiple Qi nodes. Her body jolted ever so slightly beneath his touch, not in pain but in response to the growing sensation building beneath the surface.

The heat was unmistakable now, not just in her limbs or along the paths of her Qi, but lower, deeper, centered in a place she didn't want to acknowledge. Her thoughts flickered with frustration and confusion. It wasn't how she should be feeling at all.

And yet… her body refused to listen.

She swallowed hard, staring straight ahead as Lucas continued his work, professional, calm, and composed. But inside her, a slow fire had begun to smolder, and no matter how she fought it, her pussy was starting to get wet..she was getting hornier the more Lucas massaged her.

She tried to focus on the sensation, to keep her mind steady, but her thoughts were a storm, part of her wanted to push him away, to maintain the distance her royal status demanded, yet her body betrayed her, relaxing under his touch, craving more.

'This is dangerous,' she thought, her heart thudding as she fought the urge to let go, her cultivation as a princess demanding control she wasn't sure she had anymore.

Lucas's voice broke through her thoughts, low and gentle, but with that edge that made her stomach twist. "Can I massage your back?" he asked, his hands pausing on her feet, waiting for her response.

Her mind screamed 'no,' every instinct warning her to stop this now, to keep him at arm's length, but her lips moved before she could stop them, a soft "yes" slipping out, barely audible.

'What am I doing?' she thought, stunned at herself, her face flushing as Lucas moved swiftly, his hands already reaching for the ties of her robe. He worked the intricate knots with ease, loosening the fabric until it slipped down her shoulders, exposing the smooth skin of her back. Nyx's breath hitched, her mind racing, she was an idiot, letting him get this close, letting him undo her defenses so easily. Her big breasts, barely contained by the fabric, pressed against the table, spilling slightly at the sides, and she made desperate attempts to cover them, her hands fumbling to tug the cloth back up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Lucas caught the movement, his lips curving into a faint smile as he watched her struggle, her attempts to hide only making her beauty more obvious.

His hands hovered over her back, feeling the tension in her body, the way she tried to hold herself together. He pressed his palms against her skin, starting to massage her back with slow, firm strokes, and then he focused, infusing a subtle pulse of his Yang energy into her, letting it seep into her core. The effect was immediate, Nyx's body jolted, a sharp moan escaping her mouth as a wave of hot, overwhelming pleasure crashed through her, her pussy tingling, her nipples hardened and tingled with pleasure.

Her face and cheeks flushing an even deeper red, the sound of her own moan echoing in her ears like a betrayal. She'd never felt anything so intense, so raw, and the fact that it came from Lucas made her want to disappear.

She sat up quick, her hands flying to cup her breasts, desperate to cover them, but they spilled over her fingers, too full, too beautiful to be contained, the loosened cloth barely hanging on.

"Get out!" she shouted, her voice sharp, trembling with embarrassment and anger. "You're a pervert!" Her eyes blazed, but her flushed face and shaky hands gave her away, her body still buzzing from his touch.

Lucas just smiled, calm and unbothered, stepping back with his hands raised slightly. "I asked for permission for every touch," he said, his voice smooth, that edge still there, cutting through her defenses. He turned toward the door, glancing back over his shoulder. "It's not my fault you couldn't handle it."

The words hit her like a slap, and she froze, her face burning hotter because he was right, she'd said yes, she'd let him, and the pleasure had undone her in ways she couldn't deny.

Nyx stood there, clutching her robe, her breasts still spilling, her heart pounding as Lucas walked out. The chamber felt emptier without him, she was mortified, angry at herself, at him, at the way her body had betrayed her, the way his Yang energy had made her feel so alive, so helpless.

"I'm a princess… I should've stopped him," she muttered to herself, her cheeks still red, her pussy still tingling, the memory of his hands on her back, her feet, lingering like a brand. Lucas didn't look back as he left her chamber, his smirk hidden, knowing he'd gotten under her skin, knowing she'd think of him long after he was gone.