Re: Tales of the Rune-Tech Sage - Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Phoenix – Dragon Convergence III
CH375 Phoenix – Dragon Convergence III

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The first battle raged for nearly half an hour, neither side willing to yield, though both were undeniably approaching the peak of their euphoria.

Alex and Zora could feel the horizon of release drawing near, a tremor of impending climax resonating through their bodies.

Suddenly, Alex sensed a surge of intense cold energy flowing from deep within Zora’s body into her tightly clenched peach cave, which gripped his Dragon Spear.

The cold energy flowed into his dragon spear with such force that it threatened to freeze and snap the shaft into multiple pieces.

This was no ordinary water or ice mana—it was colder, neutral but purer.

‘Primordial Yin energy?’ Alex guessed, his instincts screaming at the unfamiliar force.

Before he could react further, his own body answered instinctively.

From the depths of his blood, the Dragon Essence locked within surged, flowing into his spear to counter the invading cold—his own Primordial Yang energy answering the Yin energy’s assault.

At first, the two energies seemed to stabilize, reaching a tense equilibrium. But it didn’t last.

A phoenix cry erupted in their minds as Yang and Yin clashed in their nether regions, refusing to mix.

Out of her control, Zora’s Ice Phoenix bloodline awakened instinctively, channelling through her body to her peach cave, where it amplified the Yin energy, shattering the fragile, tense balance.

Not to be outdone, Alex’s Dragon Blood Essence surged through him into the spear, fortifying his Yang energy to resist the onslaught.

Yet the Dragon Blood Essence was only post-natal power—a fraction of its power. Meanwhile, Zora’s Ice Phoenix bloodline was intrinsic to her being, far beyond what the mere absorbed dragon blood essence could counter.

However, Alex had more than mere post-natal strength at his disposal.

As if insulted by the insolence of the Ice Phoenix bloodline, his Auramir and Furor Bloodlines awakened, joining the fray to bolster his Dragon Blood Essence, and push back against the overwhelming Yin energy surge.

The battlefield had expanded beyond flesh, into a war of essence, bloodlines, and raw, primordial energy—becoming a contest as intimate as it was cataclysmic.

The energy of the Auramir Bloodline –itself a pure manifestation of Yang energy— surged forward to reinforce the Dragon Blood Essence. Simultaneously, the Furor Bloodline, an entity of Yin in its own right, rushed to devour and suppress the rampaging Yin Phoenix energy already in Alex’s dragon spear and nether regions.

Faced with the combined attack and defence of Alex’s fused bloodlines, the Yin Phoenix energy was finally brought under control.

Under the guidance of the Dragon and Phoenix, the opposing Yang and Yin energies stabilised, reaching a tense equilibrium.

And then—

“AhHHH!!”

The couple climaxed simultaneously.

While still entwined, the fluids and energies of both bodies mingled, triggering an unexpected phenomenon.

Ambient mana rushed rapidly into their bodies at the point of contact. It cascaded through their forms, repairing hidden injuries, mending subtle fatigue, and tempering their bloodlines and bodies, harmonizing them into a more perfect match.

Their essence and physical forms aligned in perfect resonance.

But the influx did not stop there.

Excess mana, left over from the tempering, surged toward their mana hearts, attempting to increase their overall mana reserves.

Alex acted quickly, prompting AetherKindle to refine the excess mana to its limit, deliberately preventing his rank from rising. He needed to maintain his current level to simplify preparations for the upcoming Interplanar expedition.

Both Alex and Zora managed the overflow in their own ways, keeping their ranks stable.

After the intense exertion, the couple lay panting, bodies slick and warm.

Alex carefully withdrew his Dragon Spear from Zora’s peach cave. A mixture of fluids –ejaculates, blood, natural lubricants and maybe sweat— flowed down from the cave onto the bed, a testament to their shared intensity.

His gaze lifted to Zora’s face. For a moment, he hardly recognized her.

The composed, poised woman –who on occasions wore the mask of an Ice Queen— was gone. In her place was simply a woman— a woman whose face was lost in lust and euphoria, raw and utterly human.

Alex looked down at Zora, sprawled limply across the bed, arms raised above her head, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her armpits. His gaze drifted naturally to the perky, fleshy mounds of her chest, the erect peaks drawing his attention with an almost magnetic pull.

But he didn’t linger. Instead, his eyes travelled over the rest of her form—her flat, toned stomach, the gentle curve of her navel—and finally, inevitably, back to the area around her peach cave. The honey bud at its centre, looking like a stomp of a phoenix parasol tree, beckoned to him… erect and inviting.

This time, he failed to resist the full assault of temptation. Gently, he reached out and rubbed the honey bud playfully with his thumb.

“Alex… don’t… not now…! Oh no!”

Zora’s body arched sharply, and a sudden gush of fluid erupted from her over-stimulated bladder. She squirted for several long moments before collapsing back onto the bed, leaving Alex thoroughly drenched—but undeterred.

The look in her eyes, flushed and full of desire, held him captive even in her weakened state.

“Alex… more,” she whispered, a pleading, molten tone that shattered his restraint.

That was all it took. A burst of euphoria exploded in his brain, blanking out everything else. The blood surged back into his Dragon Spear, rejuvenating it fully; its length, girth and power restored.

Without hesitation, Alex drove the Dragon Spear back into Zora, spearhead, shaft, and all, plunging to the sack.

The room became a symphony of animalistic grunts, groans, and moans. The creaking of the bedframe harmonized with the rhythm of their bodies as they explored each other with abandon, testing every edge of sensation.

Alex called upon the infamous thirty-three intimate positions he remembered from his past life and bloodline memories, moving with precision, intensity, and unrelenting passion.

Hours passed. The night became their own private universe of sensation, climax following climax, until finally, their bodies exhausted, they collapsed together.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted into dreamworld, the bedroom thick with the lingering scent of love, lust, and intimacy—a testament to their union, both in body and in spirit.