Nine lengths of shadow whip coiled around Wanfeng's arms and legs, slamming him flat on his back in a hold of iron. A flaming-eyed Xia straddled his hips between her clenched thighs. The glow from her hand as her fingers clasped his thickness was blinding in its radiance. It clung in a circle about her wrist projecting the stellar currents of the Immortal night sky that spiraled about them throughout the room. His dragon soul relished these winds set free by Xia's fox magic, desperate to ride them.

Xia purred. Her fingertips lightly trailed up and down his length whilst her other hand stroked and cupped his scrotum. Wanfeng couldn't speak, his mind unable to form words from the maelstrom in his head. He became entranced by Xia's languid movements, her hands now slipping beneath the bottom edge of her layered tops, pushing them upwards. Her palms slowly smoothed up her stomach to cup then slide over her breasts, then her collar bone, the sides of her neck... over her head.

Her clothing fell to the floor.

In a tousled tumble, Xia's hair dropped down her shoulders. Soft strands of it swept teasingly across the rapid rise and fall of Wanfeng's chest as she leaned over to slowly tongue the peak of one of his pectorals. Wanfeng moaned from the lick of fire throughout his body, the feel of her tightened breasts brushing the surface of his stomach. Baring his teeth, he scraped the edge of her jaw when her face dipped passed his; her hot, moist lips parting over the side of his neck now to suck, sharp teeth to nip... once again.

He remembered now.

A surge of his own magic, and Wanfeng's right arm pulled free, his hand seizing the back of Xia's head. She snarled, a swipe of claw to his side drawing blood as she leapt off of him, shadowed tails disentwining from his limbs. Unleashed, Wanfeng sprang to bended knee, his hair a curtain of midnight about his taut body as he braced upon his fists. Deepening irises of churning dark waters fixated ahead.

Xia was crouched on all fours across the room. The shadows of her foxtails whipped wildly against the streaming field of stars hurtling across the walls and ceiling, then fanned out behind her. The seductive smile she dared him with now was maddening. Yet an unblinking Wanfeng's smile in return as he stalked forward once again was placid; a sea of calm illusive to the depths of danger held within him.

The dining table smashed top first into a wall, splintering into pieces. Black talons shifted back to fingers.

The table had been in Wanfeng's way.

Foxtails of shadow knocked over the mirror, books, and all other objects on the dresser now as a growling Xia backed into the corner between it and the bed. A silent, still unblinking Wanfeng kept advancing.

There was no escape.

When she tried to dodge to the side nonetheless, he caught her by the waist, swinging her effortlessly off the floor to sit atop the dresser.

Shoulders flattened to the wall, Xia grabbed Wanfeng behind his neck to pull his face flush to hers. Her legs wrapped high around his waist to grind herself against him.

Gripping the front of her leggings through to her underpants, Wanfeng ripped them apart. The fire in Xia's eyes burned even hotter when she unclenched her legs to brace her feet on the edge of the dresser, knees spread wide. Still holding his neck, Xia flicked her tongue over Wanfeng's lips as she held his gaze locked with hers, a gaze of starfire.

Take me now, Wanfeng, came Xia's whisper in his mind as her eyes closed and her soft moan of lust rolled down his spine.

He plunged into fiery waters. For a dragon could never drown, even in a pool of burning flame. She was tight and wet, drenching him in waves of liquid fire; a channel to cross, a passage for the roiling swell of turbulent tide inside him.

The moon soared across the walls, phasing from new to full to new again; the field of stars a streaking miasma of indescribable light as Wanfeng's hips pounded the rhythm of torrential rain now buffeting the window above the bed from outside.

Wanfeng was in ecstasy. His magic boiled inside him, thrust after thrust building its strength. A snarling Xia's fox claws raked hard down his back, becoming fingers that dug into his pumping backside as he dove again and again into her blazing core.

Grabbing a fistful of Xia's hair, Wanfeng forced her head back to crush his open mouth to hers; his tongue delving, lapping, lathing, drinking of her and her essence. The parched dragon quenched a most desperate thirst. And the tide of power rose.

The night sky of the Immortal Realm spun faster and faster. Moon and stars eclipsing. How could a universe be confined in so small a space?

Bolts of lightning which flashed outside the window matched those in Wanfeng's eyes as beastial instinct awoke in spumes of blood, sweat, and musk. Primal desire of wild, untamed lust unbound by magic. Both dragon and fox essence flooded the room when eyes of fox fire snapped open.

Shadowed bands seized Wanfeng once more, flinging him across the room where he hit the floor in a spinning roll, grasping the bathroom doorway to leverage himself upright. Shards of wood exploded outwards as black talons crushed through the wooden frame.

Scrambling quickly off the dresser, Xia watched him with wary cunning and a gaze that spoke of hunger, want...

...need.

It was she to stalk him now.

And Wanfeng no longer saw but only shadow behind her. Nine white furred foxtails had coalesced from nothingness.

With a snap of his hand, Wanfeng's magic sent Xia's bed careening into a spin, chairs that hadn't been toppled before now flew into the walls. The bed caught Xia behind her legs, knocking her off balance to tumble onto it.

Diving forward, Wanfeng lifted her with a roar, flipping her onto her stomach. Wedging a knee between her legs, he forced them apart as he scooped an arm beneath her hips to hoist them. Xia's tails parted and curled around him, running through his hair, caressing his stinging back... finding the junction between his legs to stroke.

He mounted her hard. With brutal thrusts, Wanfeng plunged deeper and higher inside Xia than before. Her cries of passion and pleasure reverberated through Wanfeng. Her scent had become one with the storm.

The bedsheets tore where fox claws dug through. The glow about her wrist now like the fires of the sun.

Dropping over her sweat-drenched back, Wanfeng caught Xia's swinging breasts. Her spine arched sharply as he raised her torso upright against his chest. Xia's pelvis bucked wildly with every pounding movement of his staff inside of her.

Wanfeng released a breast to run his hand down her stomach and cup her sex. Grazing his teeth along her neck and shoulders, he began to finger her swollen clit. Keening in ecstasy, Xia reached her arms behind his head to leverage herself as she drove her hips back to meet his. Her body jolted with his every thrust of power. Wanfeng snarled as he pummeled into her, his heavy sac slapping loudly against her trembling inner thighs.

With bruising, battering force he took her. Harder. Faster. The sky outside the window ablaze with lightning, the roar of thunder in sync with that of the dragon.

She was snared as he was ensnared. Xia belonged to him. She belonged with him. Wanfeng knew this in his soul lit by her fire. Xia was his soul flame.

He needed to see with his own eyes and hers.

Xia collapsed forward when Wanfeng released his arms about her. Tails lay limp when he rolled her to her back. And her eyes... Indeed Xia's eyes, were alight with not but her fox essence but his dragon essence as well, for water now spun in funnels amongst the flames of her irises. He was her soul flame as she was his.

Wanfeng clasped the back of her knees to bend her legs to her shoulders. Xia's hands seared his as they covered his own to take their place. She spread her legs wide, opening herself to him.

Merciless, forceful, Wanfeng plunged in both the hot and cool waters that washed over him. Water existing in fire, fire existing in water; nine-tailed fox spirit and sky dragon elementally joined. Xia's knees to clamped his sides as he pounded into her, raising himself onto his hands over her quivering form.

Wanfeng's hair shrouded them both in waves of midnight as Xia reached her arms behind his neck once more to pull him down to her. His lengthening shaft throbbed on the edge of explosion. As he swelled and began to crest, Xia's body shuddered violently, her channel sheathing him tighter, her walls convulsing around him.

"Yes," Xia rasped huskily into his ear, having turned her face to the side of his head.

'Set us free.' He heard the cry of the fox as Xia screamed her climax.

And with his own deafening roar of release, Wanfeng's vision went black.

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Across the city, high up in a condo penthouse, aged whiskey continued to pour from a bottle. The amber liquid pooled over the coffee table, the glass having overflowed.