Spend the whole week with Feng Bing

The return journey is delayed. One day turns into three, and then seven, as the two of you stay to fuck, meditate, train, and refine your mutual fucking and meditating.

Eventually, it has to end. On the dawn of the eighth day, you practice a dual-cultivation breathing technique, trying to coalesce the yin and yang energy. It is then you notice.

A tiny, flickering spark of Qi deep within her, a new life beginning to take root.

"You feel it too, don't you?" Feng Bing asks, her hand resting over her stomach. There is no fear in her eyes, only a strange, dark irony. "Your seed has taken hold. A permanent reminder of our 'sparring' sessions."

"A bastard," you note quietly, watching her.

"A bastard of lust," she corrects with a sharp laugh. "I suppose I truly am my mother’s daughter. I thought I would be a proper lady, marry that wayward fiancé of mine, and then provide a legitimate heir. I was supposed to be different." She grins. "But just like she spread her legs for my nameless father, I spread mine for My Little Brother to leave his seed in my unmarried womb. It seems that I’ve inherited her tendency for jian."

She looks out toward the horizon, toward her island home. "But don't worry. Our daughter and I won't trouble your throne, Yun."

"Return home," you say, stepping behind her and wrapping your arms around her waist. "Take care of yourself. Take care of my child."

Feng Bing turns in your arms, a predatory glint returning to her eyes. "Then you must promise to visit the island. I have a hunger that a single week cannot sate. Come to me, engage in more illicit sex, and keep me far too distracted to care about where my fiancé is hiding. Perhaps we’ll even put another bastard or two in me." She looks at your crotch. "It seems your little brother down there likes the idea as well."

She kisses you one last time, a playful, dangerous curve to her lips. "I will introduce you to my mother as my sworn brother. She will know the truth the moment she senses your Qi on me, and she'll know you're the father."

"She might kill me for ruining her daughter’s reputation," you joke.

"Maybe," Feng Bing smirks, walking away toward her horse. "But you’re an Emperor and a martial master; you can defend yourself. And if things get too tense... you could always visit Mother’s quarters at night... to relieve her anger. Who knows? You might just create a Little Sister for me while you're at it."

With a final, mocking wave, the Phoenix Maiden rides off, leaving you with the memory of her scent and the knowledge that your bloodline is now growing in the womb of the Phoenix Maiden.