Chapter 5

The two of them didn't stop after just one round. As great cultivators, they possessed the stamina to match their extraordinary prowess. For three days and three nights, they were lost in each other's bodies, exploring every known sexual position and inventing a few new ones unique to them. Their passion was boundless, an unending dance of pleasure and intimacy that seemed to transcend time.

Rowan's touch was electrifying, his every caress sending shivers down Lyra's spine. Their connection was more than physical; it was a melding of souls, a union that went beyond the limits of the flesh. They moved in perfect harmony, each movement fluid and instinctive, as if they had been lovers for centuries. Their breaths mingled, hearts pounding in unison as they discovered new heights of ecstasy.

Lyra, despite her strength and determination, was the first to yield. Exhausted yet deeply satisfied, she gazed up at Rowan with a mixture of awe and love. "Rowan, you are a beast in bed, and I love you so much, but… please, let me rest and sleep for a moment," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

Her plea was a surrender, a testament to the intensity of their shared experience. She succumbed to the embrace of sweet slumber, her body finally relaxing after their prolonged bout of passion. It was understandable, given that Lyra had a lower cultivation base compared to Rowan. She was only at the peak and 10th stage of the foundation establishment realm, while Rowan's prowess was unmatched.

As Lyra drifted off to sleep, Rowan watched over her, his heart swelling with affection. He marveled at her strength and resilience, even as she lay there, utterly spent. Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender and loving. This moment of quiet reflection allowed him to appreciate the bond they shared, a connection forged in the fires of their intense lovemaking and tempered by their deep emotional ties.

Their time together had been more than just a physical union; it was a profound and transformative experience. It reaffirmed their love and solidified their bond, making them stronger together. Rowan knew that they would face many challenges ahead, but with Lyra by his side, he felt invincible. For now, he was content to let her rest, cherishing the serenity of the moment and the deep connection they had forged.

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Lyra stirred from her slumber to the enticing scent of sizzling food wafting through the air, punctuated by Rowan's gentle voice.

"Wake up, princess. Time to eat," Rowan's voice, as smooth as velvet, pulled Lyra from the depths of sleep. She smiled softly, feeling cherished and special under his care.

"Oh, Rowan, don't spoil me too much. I might start expecting this every morning," Lyra teased playfully, stretching languidly in bed. The movement caused the blankets to slip, revealing glimpses of her bare skin.

Rowan chuckled warmly, his eyes lingering on her with an affectionate glint. "That wouldn't be a problem at all. I'd gladly cook for you five times a day, if it means I get to see that smile."

Lyra grinned back, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "You're setting quite the high bar, Rowan. But challenge accepted."

They shared a moment of silent understanding, their playful banter a comfortable ritual between them. Rowan moved closer, placing a tender kiss on Lyra's forehead before heading towards the kitchen, leaving her to bask in the morning sunlight streaming through the window.

Lyra finally roused herself from bed, wrapping herself in a robe before joining Rowan in the kitchen. The table was set with care, a spread of her favorite foods laid out before her. She couldn't help but marvel at Rowan's culinary skills, knowing he had spent hours preparing this feast just for her.

As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared stories. The intimacy between them was palpable, a connection that transcended mere words. Lyra felt a surge of gratitude for having Rowan in her life, someone who knew her so well and cared for her deeply.

"Thank you, Rowan," Lyra said softly, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. "For everything."

Rowan smiled warmly, his eyes softening with affection. "It's my pleasure, Lyra. As long as I have you by my side, every day is a joy."

Their morning together was a symphony of love and companionship, a reminder of the bond they shared and the happiness they found in each other's company.

Of course there were lots of fucking also and they had a marathon of it for 6 months long. 

They would make love to each other for at least 3 days every session and the longest they had was fucking for 7 days straight without resting or breaks. 

Lyra with her foundation establishment realm could go on without food for maybe 30 days and more. 

This was of course normal since Lyra was now more than human with her level of power and could live up to at least 500 years old at this time. 

Even at 30 years old today she barely looked like a girl more than the age of 18 which was apt to how normal men call her as a fairy.

At the end of these exhausting six months, Lyra finally raised the white flag, her body and mind utterly spent from the relentless marathon of lovemaking.

"No more, Rowan. I can't go on," she murmured weakly, surrendering to her fatigue. She collapsed into deep slumber for three uninterrupted days. As she rested, it felt as though every last trace of lust that had driven her was finally sated and gone. In the silence of her repose, she found clarity and a renewed perspective on her life.

During those days of rest, Lyra reflected on the profound realization that had begun to dawn on her. She started to comprehend why so many of the geniuses and prodigies within the Nine Heavens Sect chose a life of celibacy, at least for the most productive phases of their lives. Romantic entanglements, she now understood, demanded an immense amount of time and emotional energy. They could distract from the pursuit of knowledge, wisdom, and the mastery of profound arts that defined the sect's ideals.

As Lyra gradually awakened from her extended sleep, she felt a newfound sense of liberation. Her body, rejuvenated, no longer burned with the insatiable desire that had consumed her for months. She realized she was ready to move forward, to focus on her training, her studies, and her responsibilities beyond the intense physical connection she had shared with Rowan.

With a clearer mind and a lighter heart, Lyra resolved to strike a balance in her life. She would cherish the moments of intimacy, but she would also prioritize her personal growth and her role within the sect. The lessons learned during those intense six months would forever shape her understanding of love, desire, and the pursuit of greatness in this boundless xianxia world.