Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Xu Yi’s body was a chaotic battleground of sensation. The lingering lunar frost on Shen Yu’s length had finally succumbed to the friction of his relentless pace, replaced by a searing, primitive heat that seemed to scald her from the inside out.

Slap. Slap. Squelch

She was gasping like a tethered animal, her head tossing wildly as Shen Yu hammered into her from behind.

"Ahhhh....haaaa...ohhhhhhh....haahahaa..."

His left hand remained clamped like an iron vise around her love handle, while his right hand wound into her long hair, yanking her head back to perfect the angle of his assault. Xu Yi’s eyes were completely hazy, her pupils blown wide as her tongue lolled out, silver threads of saliva dripping onto the rumpled silk of the bed.

Slap...Slap...Slap....

"Ah... H-Hah... M-Master... break... break Yi’er... fill... fill the dragon... Nngh!... Yes! Ohhhhh.....yeah....break meeee!" she babbled, her words losing all structure as her brain melted under the sheer force of his rhythmic violence. She was no longer a proud assistant; she was a vessel of pure, unadulterated worship, lost in the glory of pleasuring her Lord.

Meng Yan, having finally regained a modicum of strength, lay on her back nearby. Shen Yu’s thick, pearly essence was still oozing from her overfilled heat, coating her thighs. She reached down with a languid, practiced grace, gathering the leaking yang essence onto her fingers.

"Mmmmmmmm"

With a slutty, satisfied smirk, she brought her hand to her lips, licking and tasting the heavenly nectar with a slow, deliberate flick of her tongue.

Slurp~

"Delicious~"

Lixue, however, was on an entirely different level of mania. Her pussy was visibly swollen and engorged from her own frantic fingering, her eyes burning with a lust so ravenous it was predatory. Had Shen Yu given her even the slightest nod, she would have thrown herself onto his monstrous length and ground herself into oblivion.

Shen Yu glanced over his shoulder, seeing the sheer, desperate hunger radiating from his First Wife. A demonic fire ignited in his golden eyes. His smirk widened, sharp and predatory.

"Come, Lixue..." he rumbled, the sound vibrating through Xu Yi’s trembling frame. "Why are you watching from the shadows? Don’t be shy now."

He gestured to the space in front of Xu Yi.

"Come. Sit here. Witness exactly how your sister gasps like a dog for me."

Slap...Squelch...Slap...

Lixue, driven by a feverish, uncontrollable lust, nodded frantically. She crawled across the silk sheets, her movements desperate and uncoordinated, until she reached the position he demanded. It was the ultimate vantage point, a front-row seat to the carnage.

From here, she was able to see Xu Yi’s face. She saw the glazed, rolled-back eyes and the way her flood-dragon-sister’s tongue lolled out, silver threads of saliva painting the bedding. Behind Xu Yi, Shen Yu loomed like a holy deity, his pale skin glistening with sweat as he drove into her with a rhythmic, bone-deep force.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Squelch.

Lixue’s gaze traveled up his sculpted, god-like abdomen before dropping down to the visceral sight of his thick, huge length disappearing into Xu Yi’s reddened, over-stimulated heat.

The visual was so overwhelming that Lixue’s sanity began to fray. She shoved three fingers deep into her own soaking, swollen pussy, but the sensation was hollow compared to the masterpiece of ruin before her.

Shlick. Shlick.

In a fit of voyeuristic frustration and raw thrill, she grabbed her own breast, pulling the soft mound toward her mouth.

Lixue suckled and bit at her own nipple with desperate intensity, a muffled moan escaping her as she tasted the salt of her own skin. Her eyes remained wide and fixed on the rhythmic, wet impact of her husband’s conquest, her body twitching with every thrust he drove into the dragon-girl.

"Mmph... Yu’er..."

To the side, Meng Yan lay in a state of blissful ruin, a slow, slutty smile spreading across her lips as she watched the "innocent" Lixue descend into her own private hell of desire. But the Matriarch was not content to remain a spectator for long.

She pushed herself up, her emerald hair spilling over her shoulders, and began to crawl toward Shen Yu. Her hips swayed with a deliberate, heavy jiggle, her skin still glistening from their previous encounter.

As she drew close, Shen Yu reached out without breaking his pace inside Xu Yi. He caught Meng Yan by her hair, winding the green silk around his fist to pull her face up to his. He crashed his lips against hers in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth even as his lower body continued to ravage their sister.

He made sure to keep his golden eyes locked on Lixue throughout the kiss.

The sight was a poison to Lixue’s heart. The voyeuristic thrill she had been feeling was suddenly eclipsed by a sharp, stinging jealousy.

She didn’t want to just watch anymore; she wanted to be there. She wanted to be the one beneath him, the one being hollowed out by that monstrous length, the one being kissed with such sovereign arrogance.

She was the First Wife, the one who had loved him first, yet here she was, reduced to fingering herself on the sidelines while her sisters were being thoroughly ruined by the man she craved.

Shen Yu, sensing the shift in her aura, only smirked against Meng Yan’s lips. He wanted to see her break, so he deliberately ignored Lixue’s pleading gaze, focusing his attention entirely on the women in his arms.

He continued to hammer ruthlessly into the gasping Xu Yi while Meng Yan draped her body over his, her hands wandering over his sweat-slicked muscles, murmuring adoring words into the heat of their kiss.

Lixue’s whimpers devolved into broken, sobbing gasps. Her fingers moved with a frantic, punishing speed, but the friction of her own hand was a pale, insulting imitation of the carnage she was witnessing.

She realized with a terrifying jolt of clarity that Shen Yu was doing this on purpose, he was starving her, forcing her to watch him devour her sisters until her pride and her sanity were nothing but ash.

The hunger became a physical weight, crushing the breath from her lungs. Unable to endure the silence of her own isolation any longer, she began to murmur, her voice a ragged, desperate prayer.

"Shen Yu... please... I can’t... please fuck me..."

She leaned forward, her saliva-slicked chest heaving as she reached out to graze his moving thigh, her eyes wide and bloodshot with need. "Please ruin me... break me apart... I don’t want to be whole anymore..."

Her voice rose into a pleading, melodic wreck as she watched him drive into Xu Yi one last, devastating time. "Fuck me till I die, Yu’er... please... my God... take me... ruin your sword... please..."

She was no longer the dignified First Wife of the Golden Paragon, she was a starving devotee at the altar of his golden gaze, begging for the mercy of his destruction.

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A/N: Hey everyone! The character art has been up for a while now, but I’ve noticed the Character Cards are looking a bit quiet. Head over to the gallery and feel free to add your favorite personality tags to them! I’m excited to see how you guys label the cast.