Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Shen Yu’s grin widened into something truly diabolical. The sound of Lixue, his "Sword Maiden," the pride of the Tang Clan, reduced to a sobbing, begging wreck was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He didn’t move to satisfy her; instead, he used her desperation to fuel a final, barbaric assault on the woman already beneath him.

He accelerated his pace, his thrusts turning from rhythmic into something utterly ruthless. Each impact was a heavy, bone-shaking thud that bottomed out against Xu Yi’s cervix with sickening force.

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

"Look at her, Lixue!" Shen Yu barked, his voice a dark, resonant command that vibrated through the silk sheets. "Listen to the way she screams for the ruin you’re begging for! Watch how a real woman breaks for her Lord!"

Xu Yi was no longer babbling; she was wailing. Her head tossed from side to side in a blur of agony and ecstasy, her hair a matted tangle of brown silk and salt-slicked sweat. Her senses were utterly fried, the boundary between pleasure and pain dissolving into a singular, overwhelming reality: the monstrous weight of Shen Yu invading her very core.

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

Shen Yu suddenly uncoiled his fist from her hair, letting her face bury deep into the silk pillows. With his hand free, he raised his palm high, his golden eyes locking onto Lixue’s trembling form with predatory intent before he brought it down with devastating force.

SMACK.

"Arghhhhhhh!"

Xu Yi bit into the pillow, her teeth sinking into the fabric as a guttural grunt tore from her throat. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was sharp and explosive, echoing through the silencing formation like a thunderclap.

A vivid, blossoming red mark bloomed across her pale, trembling cheek.

The sudden shock of the sting, combined with the savage friction within her, triggered the primal reflex of her Abyssal Flood Dragon bloodline. Her internal muscles spasmed, contracting with a terrifying, serpentine strength that wrapped around Shen Yu’s length like a tightening vice, seeking to squeeze the very life from him.

"Nngh... dammit, Yi’er!" Shen Yu hissed, his golden eyes glowing with a hellish intensity as the sudden, crushing pressure of her dragon-bloodline nearly forced his peak prematurely.

SMACK.

Seeing her react with such primal fervor, Shen Yu delivered another heavy blow, the sound echoing wetly in the spice-scented room. "So you like being handled like an animal, don’t you, Yi’er? You like feeling the weight of your Master’s hand."

"Yes... Master...!" she choked out, her voice a ragged, broken melody of total surrender.

"I love... every mark you leave... whatever you do to my body... Do whatever you want... fuck me... break me... just love me forever, my Lord!"

Shen Yu paused his hand for a brief second, his fingers tracing the heated, reddened skin of her backside with a deceptively gentle touch. "Obviously, my love," he murmured, the tenderness of his voice more terrifying than his rage. "You are mine to ruin as I please." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Then, he looked directly at Lixue, his gaze cutting through her like a blade. "Tell me, little sword... can you take me like this? Do you have the strength to be a slut like your sister, or is the First Wife too fragile to endure the true weight of my hunger?"

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

To emphasize his point, he began to spank Xu Yi again with a rhythmic, brutal persistence. Each strike fell harder than the last, his palm striking both cheeks until they were a deep, angry crimson.

Xu Yi didn’t shy away; instead, she let out a series of broken, needy cries, arching her back and pushing her ass back against his palm in a desperate invitation. She was craving the discipline just as much as the penetration, a proud woman reduced to a shivering ruin, basking in the glory of her Master’s attention.

Meng Yan, seeing her Lord reaching the brink, crawled forward and dropped her head between his moving legs. Her emerald hair brushed against his thighs as she swirled her tongue around his heavy weight, suckling and licking his balls with a practiced, slutty devotion. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes fixed on his dick as she used her mouth to help drive him toward the edge.

Slick....Slick...Slurp....

The sensory overload was absolute. Shen Yu felt the surge building in his very marrow, a violent, pressurized torrent of Yang essence screaming for release. Beneath him, Xu Yi’s internal pulsing reached a frantic, erratic tempo; her dragon-bloodline sensed the impending eruption, her walls tightening and rippling in a desperate, greedy rhythm to milk him dry.

"I’m coming! Ah! Ah! Master! Take it all! Give it all to me!" Xu Yi shrieked, her voice cracking as her body locked into a rigid, violent convulsion, her spine snapping into a sharp, trembling bow.

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

Shen Yu let out a guttural, sovereign roar of triumph that shook the very air of the chamber. "Ahhhh... fuck... I’m cumming!"

"Yes! Yes, Master!" Xu Yi screamed, her head thrashing against the pillows. "Cum inside your slut! Fill me to the brim... flood my insides with your seed! Make me yours forever!"

He gripped her love handles with such devastating force that his knuckles turned white, and bruises appeared on her love handles. He pinned her down as he unloaded deep within her.

The torrent was massive, a pressurized, scorching flood of sovereign essence that surged into her, gorging her until she was physically overflowing. The sheer heat and volume of his release triggered a final, violent spasm of her internal walls, a crushing embrace as she desperately tried to swallow every drop of her Lord’s power.

In the midst of his release, Shen Yu snarled and pulled back, withdrawing from her heat with a wet, heavy sound. Before the flow could even slow, he jammed his length into Meng Yan’s waiting mouth, interrupting her ministrations to his thighs.

Gulp.Gulp.Gulp...

She didn’t flinch; she moaned around him, her throat working greedily to swallow the hot, thick evidence of his conquest. After several pulsing beats, he wrenched himself free and drove back into Xu Yi’s quivering depths with one final, devastating thrust that buried him to the hilt.

Lixue, witnessing the visceral carnage of their shared explosion, finally snapped. The sight of his seed painting her sisters, the sound of the wet impacts, and the raw, animalistic worship on display acted like a blade to her last thread of sanity.

Her fingers moved in a frantic, punishing blur against her own swollen heat, her breath coming in shattered, jagged sobs as she realized she could no longer bear to be a spectator to her own desire.

The voyeuristic pressure in her gut, the jealousy, and the raw need reached a terminal peak. Her fingers moved in a blur of frantic, wet friction, her eyes locked on Xu Yi’s ruined, adoring face just inches away.

As Shen Yu delivered his final, pulsing surges into Xu Yi, Lixue let out a high, melodic cry that turned into a jagged sob. Her body arched into a bow, and a heavy, crystalline spray of her own pleasure erupted with such force that it painted Xu Yi’s flushed face and the silk pillows.

Hah....Hah....Hah....

Lixue collapsed backward. She lay there, a portrait of absolute, shattered bliss, her chest heaving as she dragged in the scent of musk and sex.