Of Foxfire and Cultivation Ch.15 (Patreon)

The next morning Onari awoke to Yu Wu wiggling around on top of him. Neither of them were hungover, but they had spent much of the previous night drinking with Amaterasu and Yasaka. After it was decided that they would be traveling to Yu Long’s sect on foot, the drinking had picked back up -- mostly as a way for Yu Wu to destress and not think about what was bothering her.

Yu Wu wiggled about some more, sending shivers of pleasure up Onari’s spine. Looking down, Onari saw that Yu Wu had impaled herself on his erect cock at some point during the night. On closer inspection, Onari found that she was only pretending to still be asleep.

Inner walls clenched around Onari’s cock as Yu Wu’s body shook in a small orgasm. She gasped in her ‘sleep’. Onari rolled his eyes, grabbing Yu Wu by her hips. Yu Wu’s eyes and mouth shot open in a silent scream as Onari drove her down to the base of his cock.

“Your sleep acting needs some work,” Onari smugly commented.

Once she overcame the shock of pleasure, Yu Wu glared down at him. She practically growled as she raised her hips slightly and drove them back down. Onari smirked up at her. Fucking him back was only proving how fake her anger was.

Yu Wu soon abandoned her pretend anger. Every downstroke had her moaning musically. It was like an entire choir had descended upon the room and was fucking Onari personally.

The familiar tightness and warmth of Yu Wu’s pussy only reinforced that misconception. Her refined body could squeeze and work him in ways no mortal could. Slick wetness clung to his skin with each stroke. Core muscles did their best to milk him to sweet, sweet nirvana.

One of Onari’s hands left Yu Wu’s waist, reaching up to cup her breast. The perfectly sized pillow molded itself to his grip. A hard nipple poked into the skin of his palm.

He pulled her down against him and started thrusting his hips in time with hers. Yu Wu’s lips latched onto his own, deepening their physical connection. With a twist, Onari flipped them so that Yu Wu was on the bottom. Yu Wu’s legs automatically wrapped around Onari’s back, pulling him further into her embrace.

Onari’s thrusts grew stronger now that he was on top, making Yu Wu buck and twitch under him. She moaned into his mouth and nibbled on his lower lip. Yu Wu’s inner walls stretched and squeezed around Onari’s invading girth as he pierced her to her very core with each stroke.

Their morning love-making session hit a familiar rhythm. They had done this together so many times and neither of them were tired of the activity. With each movement, their bodies and connection were refined, forever pushing the limit of perfection.

Every time the couple coupled, their bond strengthened. The connection within their souls grew deeper with every orgasm. Onari held Yu Wu tight as she came and writhed beneath him.

Yu Wu gasped for air as Onari broke the kiss. His lips trailed feather-light kisses down Yu Wu’s neck and torso until he reached her erect peaks. His tongue swirled around a nipple as he took one into his mouth. Yu Wu’s hands threaded through his hair as she pulled him further into her bosom.

She whimpered in pleasure as one of Onari’s hands pressed her womb lightly through her skin. The slight pressure made the pleasure from every piercing thrust more intense. Her quim quivered around Onari’s shaft.

Onari’s cock throbbed in time with his pulse, sending waves of ecstasy racing up both of their spines. Yu Wu cupped the back of his neck, pulling him off her tit so she could kiss him again. Her desire for his seed radiated through the bond.

Onari’s balls clenched. He buried himself fully inside his lover and groaned against her lips. The pressure that had built up at the base of his cock finally broke. Cum rushed into the deepest parts of Yu Wu’s pussy. Yu Wu molded herself against her beloved, shaking as she came along with him.

Their combined orgasms dragged on and on. An impossible amount of cum flooded Yu Wu’s womb and was almost instantly absorbed by her body. As the concentrated Yang Qi flowed into her, Yu Wu’s Vital Yin swept back into Onari in equal measure.

By the time their climaxes ended, they were both tired and revitalized. The influx of energy so opposite, yet so attuned, to their souls had filled their cores to the brim. They had to actively spend energy and concentration to process the Yin and Yang energy, but as they did, their soul-deep fatigue faded away.

The process was familiar enough that Onari and Yu Wu could do it in the background. Half of their attention was on absorbing the energy gained from Dual Cultivation and the other half was on each other. Yu Wu hummed, content to just hold Onari for the rest of time.

Onari rolled his eyes fondly, “I always have to be the responsible one, don’t I?”

“Mhmm~ Now carry me to the shower. I shall graciously allow you to clean this young mistress.”

“What an honor…” Onari said. It was said sarcastically, but he actually kind of meant his words. Showering with Yu Wu was intimate and relaxing, and contrary to her act, she never made it a one-sided experience.

Onari stood with Yu Wu sticking to him like a limpet. The arms and legs she wrapped around him easily supported her weight. Even if she could hold herself up, Onari still held her with an arm around her back. It was more for the skinship than for support.

Even after the shower started streaming down upon them, Yu Wu didn’t dismount Onari. She stayed there, impaled on his still-hard cock, as he went about washing her hair. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck. She lazily layered kisses upon his now wet skin, enjoying the feeling of his hands in her hair.

“Ok, love. Rides over,” he said after he finished thoroughly washing and rinsing her silky black locks.

“Mmmm…” Yu Wu grunted into his neck. “Don’t wanna…”

“I won’t be able to clean your front unless you get off.”

“Mmmmmm…” Yu Wu grunted again.

“That means I won’t be able to show your titties and kitty any love~”

Like a shot, Onari’s teasing words had Yu Wu scrambling to get off of him. She moaned as his long cock slid completely out of her. Not even a drop of white seed leaked out of her pussy when she broke the seal. By now, her body and cultivation had absorbed all of Onari’s cum.

She dropped to her feet in front of Onari, gazing up at him with an eager look on her face. These days, Onari was significantly taller than Yu Wu. He had always been a bit taller, but now, the top of her head barely reached his chin.

“Well?” Yu Wu questioned, motioning at her perfectly slim-thick wet body. “Get to it!”

Onari chuckled, lathering up his hands. He ran his palms and fingers all along her jade-like skin. That descriptor was a stereotype about cultivators for a reason. At a certain point in cultivation, a cultivator’s skin became so smooth and clear that it looked like it sparkled in the right light.

Yu Wu closed her eyes and moaned as Onari fulfilled his promise, spending extra time and attention on her tits and coochie. He rinsed her off just as sensually as he had lathered her up. She could barely contain her growing excitement and arousal.

“Your turn! Your turn!” Yu Wu said, grinning as Onari finished washing her body.

She didn’t even blush at the knowing smirk Onari shot her. Her fingers traced his lean muscles, teasing his skin with tender, barely-there touches. She cooed as she washed her beloved, worshiping his heaven-sculpted body with her hands.

She purposefully avoided his rock-hard cock on her first pass downwards. When she came back to it, it throbbed in ‘greeting’. Yu Wu bent down to give Onari’s cockhead a little kiss. She gently stroked Onari, lathering his shaft with soap.

Once he was ‘clean’, Yu Wu dropped to her knees. She looked up at him. The look in her eyes made Onari shudder in anticipation. Yu Wu’s blowjobs had quickly become legendary between the two of them. It wasn’t just the natural skill she seemed to have with pleasing his cock, but also the fact that she got as much pleasure from the act as Onari did.

Every time she blew him, she would have sympathy orgasms without fail. The ‘magic’ of Dual Cultivation turned her mouth into an erogenous zone that was as sensitive as her pussy. Her tongue basically became her clit and her palate became her G-spot when she sucked Onari’s cock.

Yu Wu shivered as her tongue made contact with the base of Onari’s cock. She ran the now sensitive organ up his shaft, circled around the ridge of his cockhead, and began to lap at his glans. They both moaned as Yu Wu continued teasing his cock, giving herself just as much pleasure as she was giving him.

Her lips stretched into an ‘O’ and she took his cockhead into her mouth. Her body twitched from a hands-free orgasm. Pushing through the pleasure, Yu Wu began to swallow more of his cock. He easily slipped past her gag reflex and into her well-practiced throat.

After a short eternity, Yu Wu’s lips sealed themselves around the base of Onari’s shaft. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head at the sensations. Her tongue swiped back and forth on the bottom of his cock, and with each swipe, her womb would clench with pleasure.

She pulled back, moaning as his cock set fire to all the temporary ‘nerves’ in her throat. She stopped with only the tip in her mouth. She enjoyed the taste of Onari’s pre for a moment before driving her head back down his length.

There was a splash of liquid as Yu Wu squirted hands-free on the floor. Using the pleasure to fuel her movements, she started face-fucking herself on her beloved’s cock. Wet slurps filled the shower as she throated and slobbered Onari’s entire length.

Onari threw his head back and groaned, leaning against the shower wall for support. Yu Wu grabbed his free hands and placed them on the back of her head. Taking the hint despite the euphoria flowing through him, Onari assisted Yu Wu’s lewd motions.

She didn’t have any problem taking him to the base. Onari’s job was actually to pull her back up. Otherwise, she would stay down there, basking in the pleasure until she suffocated on his cock.

The couple quickly got into their usual rhythm. Yu Wu came over and over again as her throat did its best to milk Onari’s balls dry. Her hands came up to caress Onari’s churning balls and that ended up being the final straw for Onari.

He grunted, pulling Yu Wu’s head down and burying her nose in his crotch. The dam in his balls cracked and broke, releasing an almost constant stream of cum. He held her there for minutes as his cock poured cups and cups of thick jizz into her stomach.

Yu Wu gasped for air when she was finally allowed to breathe unobstructed again. Still not satisfied, she latched back onto Onari’s cockhead, suckling as much extra seed from his balls as she could. Onari’s legs shook and he eventually had to pull her off as the pleasure became too overwhelming.

“Fuck,” Onari gasped. “I can’t feel my pelvis.”

Yu Wu stood, smirking, “Wonderful as always darling… It’s a shame we have things to do today~”

Gathering his wits, Onari nodded, “... Right… The ‘road trip’.”

“Indeed,” Yu Wu said, walking out of the shower and drying herself with a quick application of Qi. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

Onari knew the seductive sway of her hips was on purpose. He knew if he gave in they would be delaying their departure even more than they already had. Even if he knew these things, it still didn’t prevent the possessive growl that left his throat.

Yu Wu squealed when Onari chased after her and swept her into his arms. She pretended to squirm as he carried her back into the bedroom, but the grin on her face betrayed her excitement. Their departure that morning was delayed by another hour at least…

Midnight saw the couple flying over the sea between Japan and Korea at high speeds. They had left quite a bit later than they intended, simply because Yu Wu was insatiable. After Onari had fucked her brains out (and gotten his brains fucked out in return), they showered again; packed; charted their route on a map; said their goodbyes to Yasaka, Kunou and Amaterasu; and got on the ‘road’.

Of course, the road in this case was the clouds, and the ‘car’ was Onari and Yu Wu’s flying swords. They had only been flying for around an hour, but they were already nearing Korea’s shores.

They were taking this trip at a leisurely pace. If they wanted to, Onari and Yu Wu could have been in China within the hour. But that wasn’t the point of this road trip. This trip was about giving Yu Wu time to process her feelings for her mother just as much as it was about delivering Yu Long’s body to NTR.

So, as Yu Wu laid back on her sword, watching the starry sky and clouds that obscured the moon above, she thought. The meeting with Yu Long ran through her head. Other than the explanation of Yu Long’s reasoning and backstory, the key thing Yu Wu took from meeting Yu Long was that her mother was a coward.

Yu Long might not have always been a coward, but the birth of Yu Wu had fundamentally changed something in the self-built older cultivator. Yu Wu could not imagine the woman she met reaching the heights of cultivation she must have reached to start a sect unless she wasn’t always that way. Cowards do not get far when they walk the path of cultivation. This is especially true for cultivators who don’t have help with their heavenly path.

But that was the case with Yu Long. She had achieved enough power to establish an organization, a sect. She had achieved enough power to help those that were less fortunate than her, those who didn’t stumble upon a secret method of cultivation by pure heavenly luck.

Anyone who strived against the heavens alone could not have always been a coward. The idea that she had made her mother like this made Yu Wu cringe. She knew better than to take the blame for the actions of others, even her mother, but she did believe her birth was the catalyst for Yu Long’s slow descent into cowardice.

But that was Yu Long’s problem, not Yu Wu’s. Yu Wu couldn’t, wouldn’t blame herself for being born. Her birth may have been the catalyst, but Yu Long was the one who allowed her situation to devolve so far. Ultimately, Yu Wu decided that her mother and the Heart Demon that ate away at her heart for so long were responsible for most of Yu Long’s poor decisions.

She still didn’t know how to feel about her biological mother, but Yu Wu knew she wouldn’t be stressing herself out over unnecessary self-loathing any longer. Considering her Heart Demon, Yu Long may not have been completely in control of the actions she took to abandon Yu Wu, but she still had to take responsibility for them. And the fact that Yu Long made moves to watch over Yu Wu despite Da Shuizhi’s isolation told Yu Wu that there was still some part of the ‘real’ Yu Long lurking beneath that cowardly shell.

“Right,” Yu Wu said, sitting up on her sword. “What’s the next step of our trip?”

Onari had felt Yu Wu’s internal storm of contemplation and turmoil through their bond, and had purposefully allowed her the silence and space to figure things out herself. Even if it wasn’t full closure, he smiled at the feeling of her reaching some sort of conclusion.

“I was thinking we’d stop in Seoul for a late dinner.”

“Wonderful! I’m craving chicken.”

Onari chuckled, “I’m sure fried chicken won’t be hard to find in Seoul.”

Their flight continued at an uneventful pace. They soon hit land again and began to zoom across the Korean landscape. Cutting across the country on a direct path to Seoul, the pair soon found themselves approaching the capital of Korea.

The halo of light pollution around the city made Seoul stand out from miles away. It was like a second moon was rising from the land as Onari and Yu Wu grew closer and closer. The local Qi began to feel richer, older, and more active.

The city’s Qi felt like a unique combination of Tokyo and Kyoto to Onari’s senses. It carried the ‘hustle and bustle/forever awake’ feeling of the most modern, populated cities like Tokyo. But it also retained the ancient and spiritual feeling of old cities like Kyoto. It felt like the center of a land and people that had grown with the times to become the flourishing metropolis it was today.

Their swords slowed as they circled the city. They descended until they were flying just above the Han River that ran through the center of Seoul. Onari’s illusions easily concealed them as they simply enjoyed the foreign scenery. From the suburbs to the neon-lit streets to the high-rise skyscrapers, Seoul was a beautiful city to see from the air.

“Welcome to Seoul…” Onari said as they glided up and onto the river’s banks.