Final Regression of The Legendary Swordmaster Chapter 88

"Then we continue."

With that, Edward stood up and strode to the edge of the bed, his cock still thick and glistening from her touch.

Then, without warning, his hands were on her again.

His palms then slid beneath her knees, lifting them just enough to spread her legs apart. The cool air brushed against her exposed folds, and she instinctively tried to close her thighs, but his grip was firm.

"Stay still," he murmured, his voice low, almost clinical. Before she could say anything, his mouth descended between her legs.

The first touch of his tongue was a shock—wet, warm, and impossibly precise. Thaleia gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure jolted through her like lightning. He worked her with the same methodical intensity he had used on her breasts, his tongue flat and broad as it dragged through her folds, collecting the slickness there. The sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once. Her hips twitched, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she tried to ground herself, but there was no escape. His mouth was relentless, his lips sealing around her clit before he sucked—just once, just hard enough to make her vision whiten at the edges.

"Mmm—ahh—" The sound tore from her throat before she could stop it, her voice high and trembling. "Edward—slower—I can’t—" Her words dissolved into a broken whimper as his tongue circled her entrance, then dipped inside.

The stretch was strange, but the pleasure that followed was undeniable, coiling tight and hot in her belly. She could feel herself clenching around nothing, her body desperate for more even as her mind reeled.

’Why does this feel so good?’ The thought was distant, drowned out by the wet sounds of his mouth. ’Why does it feel like I’m going to—’

"I think someone’s about to come out—" she managed, her voice barely more than a breathless plea.

Edward didn’t stop. If anything, his movements grew more insistent, his tongue flicking faster against her clit, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs to keep her open, to keep her still. The pleasure rose, sharp and unbearable, and then—

She shattered.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her again and again as her body convulsed beneath his mouth. She could feel herself pulsing, her release spilling over his lips, his chin, his tongue still working her through it, drawing out every last shuddering aftershock. Her thighs trembled violently, her toes curling as she rode the overwhelming sensation, her cries muffled against the back of her hand.

Only when her body finally stilled, her breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps, did Edward pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression unreadable in the dim light. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above where his mouth had been moments before.

"Good," he said, his voice steady, almost approving. "You’re starting to understand sex properly. It’s an important step for dual cultivation."

Thaleia’s face burned. She could still feel the ghost of his tongue, the wetness between her legs, the way her body hummed with lingering pleasure. Before she could gather her thoughts, Edward was shifting away, his cock still erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

"Suck it," he ordered. "It’s my turn to reach that climax before we can begin cultivating."

Thaleia’s stomach twisted. She had touched him, tasted him—but this was different. This was more. She hesitated, then she remembered what he said about her hesitations affecting the quality of the dual cultivation, so she decided to push any second thoughts away. Then, slowly, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, the sheets sticking to her damp skin as she crawled toward him.

The first press of her lips to the head of his cock was jolting, her breath warm against the sensitive flesh. She could taste the salt of him, the musky scent filling her senses as she parted her lips and took him inside. He was thick, the stretch of her mouth around him strange and overwhelming, but she forced herself to relax, her tongue flattening against the underside as she began to suck.

Edward exhaled sharply, his fingers tangling in her hair—not to guide her, not yet, but to hold her there, to keep her from pulling away. Thaleia hollowed her cheeks, her lips sealing around him as she drew back, then sank down again, her hand wrapping around the base to steady herself. The weight of him in her mouth was foreign, but the way his cock twitched, the way his breath hitched—it sent a thrill through her, a form of satisfaction.

She pulled back again, her lips slick with saliva and pre-cum, her mind racing. "How—how far can breakthroughs go?" she asked. "With dual cultivation, I mean."

Edward’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair. "It all depends on the lead," he said, his voice even, though his hips shifted minutely, as if seeking more of her mouth.

Thaleia licked her lips, then took him in again, her tongue swirling around the crown before she sucked him deeper. The taste of him was richer now, the saltiness sharper. She pulled back once more, her hand stroking the length of him as she asked another question. "But what if the lead isn’t strong enough?"

"Then the results of the cultivation will be insignificant," he said simply. "Imagine a peak adept Cultivating with a middle adept, what a waste of time."

Nodding, she slowly took him into her mouth again, her lips stretching around his girth as she bobbed her head, her fingers exploring the heavy weight of his balls.

Edward didn’t moan. He didn’t make a sound, save for the occasional sharp inhale when her tongue traced the thick vein along his shaft. But his eyes—his eyes gleamed, dark and satisfied, watching her as she learned the shape of him, the way he pulsed in her mouth, the way his fingers flexed in her hair when she took him deeper.

The taste of him was intoxicating now, the way his body tensed beneath her touch, the way his breath grew rougher, even if he refused to make a sound.

She could feel him thickening further, his cock swelling against her tongue, and she knew—he was close. The realization sent a jolt of excitement through her, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she hollowed her cheeks and took him as deep as she could, her nose brushing the crisp hair at the base of his cock.

Edward’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips jerking once, twice—then he was coming, his release hot and thick on her tongue. She swallowed instinctively, the taste of him filling her mouth, her throat, her body trembling with the intimacy of it. He didn’t pull away immediately, letting her lick him clean, his cock twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Only when she finally released him, her lips slick and swollen, did he step back, his expression once again unreadable. Thaleia remained on her knees, her body humming.

"Now," Edward said, his voice low, "we can begin.