Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

The women of the Dream Asura race were well known for the stamina. Usually, Immortal women, in general, were far more robust than mortal women in this regard. This was why in the rare cases that an Immortal man stumbled upon a mortal woman who stirred his heart, he would definitely feed her as many Immortal treasures as he could afford before even laying a hand on her.

However, even so Dream Asura Race women were on a completely different level. Not only were their bodies that of beasts, something that Ryu had seen personally, but their lustfulness was well documented. Many of the retellings of succubi in legend came from these very same women.

Mae, as one of the absolute most talented in her race, especially in thanks to her Spirit Soul Nature, was even more certain of her own abilities, and for the first few hours, she was very much still confident.

However, after a quarter of the day passed, she began to feel her pleasure peaking over a level she could maintain conscious control over. It was absolutely relentless and Ryu never seemed to tire. In the beginning, she could still remain enough lucidity to protect her Primordial Yin, but as the time went on, she became no different from a small boat rocking in a vicious ocean of tsunami-like waves.

It was absolutely suffocating.

She found her body being bent and twisted at Ryu's whims. She realized at some point along the way that even if Ryu struck to kill suddenly, she would be too out of it to even counter. The waves of pleasure were co opting her nerves and hijacking them for her own personal pleasure.

As Mae cobbled these fleeting thoughts together over the course of several minutes, she was shocked even with herself. She might have given her first time to Ryu, but she didn't trust him. It was a very real possibility that she wouldn't have allowed this to happen at all if her soul wasn't compromised.

'Soul… compromised…?'

Mae suddenly realized that in her distraction, the injuries to her soul had already healed. As for when that had happened, she had no idea.

Just as she wanted to think about it more, as though Ryu had sensed that she dared to think about something other than the firm rod sliding into and out of her, he slowly pushed himself in, forcing Mae to take as much of him as she could handle. His hips rotated slowly but firmly, making Mae's mind go completely blank.

She forgot entirely about what she was thinking about, and at that moment, the last reins she had only Primordial Yin completely slipped away.

Every part of her body stiffened and her legs shot out as straight as javelins. Even if her eyes hadn't rolled back, there was simply no way she could have been conscience enough to control her innate reaction at all.

And yet, as though he hadn't noticed a single thing, Ryu remained relentless. He had been pent up for too long, caging himself for too long. He hadn't tasted a woman in years, and over a millennium if he counted the time it took for him to be reborn.

At the same time, Mae was too enticing. Her every moan, her ever shudder, the softness of her skin, the bouncing of her breasts, even those moist walls that wrapped so firmly around him were enticing to the ninth degree. Even without trying, it was like a vice grip and a kiss of an angel all wrapped into one package.

How could Ryu know that fucking a Dream Asura, especially one of Mae's caliber, was one of the greatest pleasures possible on the True Martial World? What was even more shocking was that in the terms of her race, she hadn't even reached true maturity yet.

When he felt her Primordial Yin, surge into him, he wasn't even in a state to care about it at all, just shuttling it toward his Spiritual Sea and letting it expand endlessly while his soul was healed. In his current state, he simply didn't have the mind to care about anything else.

It was only a few hours even after that when Ryu's soul fully healed that he spared a thought toward what he was doing.

By this point in his cultivation journey, though, Ryu didn't even flinch. His inhibition toward such things were long since washed away and he moved about as he pleased. Since this Mae had been lucky enough to be pressed beneath him, then she would be his woman, those were the extent of his thoughts before he continued.

Mae might have already been as limpid as water and as malleable as clay already, but he wasn't satisfied. His Bloodlines churned with an insatiable greed, conquering Mae over and over again.

All the while, his Spiritual Sea broke past its limits again and again. It was only after Ryu sensed that his body had reached its limits and couldn't accommodate a soul that was any more powerful that he allowed what remained of Mae's Primordial Yin to sink into his body and begin to temper his blood.

Unfortunately for Mae, this reupped what small amount of stamina Ryu had used to this point and allowed him to keep charging forward like a bull.

Mae could only hold on for dear life, her throat hoarse from moaning and her delicate skin drenched in sweat that was one part her own and another large part Ryu's.

By the end, Mae had not an inkling of resistance remaining. She weakly held onto Ryu, her body twitching and shuddering from time to time. Her mind was hazy and her gaze unfocused, she couldn't even quite see the man laying on top of her, but she could feel his warmth. In that moment, she seemed to forget about everything else.

Ryu released a roar and his draconic aura reached its apex, suppressing all things and suffocating all opposition. In his hands, even a Dream Asura would be conquered.