Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

Lucas stood above them, his hands guiding their heads, his cock throbbing with pleasure, but after a while, he wanted to shift, to savor them more comfortably. He gently pulled his cock from their mouths, a slick pop echoing as Cecilia's lips parted, her saliva dripping onto her chin, and Isabelle's amber eyes flicked up, hungry for more.

He stepped back and moved to the large bed, spreadhis legs, his cock standing proud, glistening in the lamplight.

Cecilia didn't hesitate, her hunger for him burning too fiercely to wait. She stood and crossed to the bed, her eyes locked on Lucas's cock.

"I need it now," she muttered, her pussy dripping, driving her arousal to a fever pitch. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, and lowered herself onto his cock, guiding it into her tight, wet pussy with a slow, deliberate motion. A loud moan tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, as his massive size stretched her, the pleasure so intense it overwhelmed her senses. She started riding him gently, her hips rolling, her firm breasts bouncing with every movement, her moans filling the chamber, echoing off the walls as she lost herself in the feel of him, the heat of his cock driving her wild.

Lady Isabelle watched, her own desire spiking, her pert breasts heaving as she knelt, unwilling to be left out.

"I'm not just watching," she said, her sapiosexual attraction to Lucas's genius now fused with a primal need to feel him again. She stood and moved to the bed, her eyes burning with intent. She gently pushed Lucas to lie back, his head sinking into the soft pillows, Cecilia still riding his cock, her moans growing louder. Isabelle climbed onto the bed, straddling his face, positioning her pink pussy directly over his mouth, her thighs trembling with anticipation.

She smiled, lowering herself until she felt his lips, his tongue brushing her slick folds, exploring the walls of her pussy with slow licks.

Lucas groaned into Isabelle's pussy, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her closer as he used his tongue to delve deeper, sucking and licking her sensitive walls, tasting her sweet, musky juices. Her Yin energy flooded into him, sharp and potent and rich enough to fuel his cultivation, and he gladly drank it in, his tongue working her clit, then plunging inside, savoring every drop.

Cecilia continued to ride him, her pussy clenching tight, her loud moans mixing with Isabelle's softer, gasping cries. Isabelle rolled her eyes back, her hands bracing on the bed, her body trembling as pleasure crashed through her, Lucas's tongue so skilled it sent sparks through her core. Her moans turning desperate, her hips grinding against his mouth, lost in the overwhelming sensation of his tongue exploring her, claiming her as Cecilia rode him, the chamber alive with their shared pleasure.

But Isabelle's hunger was shifting, her pussy aching for more than his tongue. 'I need his cock,' she thought.

She leaned back, her hands bracing on the bed, and looked at Cecilia, her voice shaky but firm. "Let's switch places," she said, her amber eyes burning with need. Cecilia paused, her hips slowing, her breath heavy as she met Isabelle's gaze, a flicker of possessiveness crossing her face. But the heat of the moment, the Yang energy Lucas had fed her, made her nod, her own desire too strong to argue.

"Fine, but I'm not done," she said, lifting herself off his cock, a slick sound filling the air as she slid free, her juices coating him. Isabelle moved quick, sliding down to take Cecilia's place, her hands grabbing Lucas's cock, still glistening with Cecilia's pussy juices. She didn't mind

'I want him too much,'she thought, leaning in to suck him, her lips wrapping around the tip, tasting Cecilia's arousal. She sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling, coating his shaft with her saliva, moaning softly as she savored him, her hands stroking the base.

Cecilia shifted to straddle Lucas's face, her firm breasts heaving as she lowered herself, her pussy brushing his lips, still slick from his cock. She kissed him passionately, her lips pressing hard against his, tasting Isabelle's juices on him but not caring, her hunger for him overriding everything, her tongue tangling with his, her moans muffled as she pressed closer, her hands gripping his shoulders.

Lucas groaned into her mouth, his tongue exploring her pussy now, sucking her juices, her weaker Yin energy flowing into him, warm and soft. After a moment, Cecilia changed position, offering her perky, firm breasts to him, and he didn't hesitate, his lips closing over one nipple, sucking hard, then moving to the other, drawing a loud moan from her as her body trembled, her pussy grinding against his face.

Isabelle, still sucking his cock, felt her own need reach a breaking point.

'I can't wait anymore,' she thought, pulling her mouth off with a wet pop, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and guided his massive cock to her pussy, her hands trembling as she lined it up. She lowered herself slowly, the tip stretching her tight entrance, and yelped, a sharp sound of pleasure breaking from her throat as his size filled her, the sensation intense, overwhelming, sparking through her core.

"No dick has ever felt this good," she said out loud, her mind blank except for the pleasure coursing through her, each inch of him sparking heat that made her body sing. She started riding him, her hips rolling with a natural, eager rhythm, her hands bracing on his chest, fingers digging into his muscles as she moved.

Lucas groaned low, his hands gripping her hips, loving the way she rode him while he continued to suck Cecilia's tits.

'She can ride better,' he thought, her movements were smooth, more confident than Cecilia's had been. The way she rode his dick better, her hips grinding with a precision that drove him wild. Isabelle's moans grew louder, her swearing mixing with gasps, "Oh yes… fuck, yes," her body shaking as she rode him harder, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her pleasure building with every motion.

Her big soft breasts bouncing, her eyes half-closed, lost in the ecstasy of his cock, the chamber filled with the wet slap of their bodies and her unrestrained cries.

He fed Isabelle a pulse of his Yang energy, feeling her Yin flow back, sharp and potent, fueling his cultivation as she rode him.