Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Shen Yu’s fingers began to circle their tight, puckered entrances with a slow, predatory intent. The women’s faces went scarlet, a visceral shame warring with a lust so potent it threatened to shatter their cultivation.

"Yu’er... no, it’s... it’s dirty," Lixue whimpered, her face buried deep into the silk pillows to hide her burning cheeks. "Husband, what are you doing?" Meng Yan gasped, her hips trembling uncontrollably as she felt his touch hovering at her final gate.

Shen Yu’s response was a dark, melodic chuckle that vibrated with a jagged, demonic edge. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his fingers suddenly plunged deep into their tightest depths.

Squelch. Squelch.

They shrieked, their bodies locking into rigid arches as the forbidden intrusion sent jagged shockwaves of lightning through their spines.

Xu Yi was bracing for the onslaught, her breath coming in ragged, animalistic gasps, but the reality of his assault shattered her composure. She felt the searing heat of her Lord’s tongue pierce her core, suckling her with a violent, possessive hunger that turned her vision into a blur of white light.

But just as she reached the precipice of release, he cruelly withdrew. Before she could protest, she felt that same tongue drive deep into her tightest knot, claiming her in a way no dragon should be claimed.

Mm.

He had been thorough during their bath, cleaning them with a lingering, meticulous care they hadn’t understood at the time. Now, the terrifying truth settled in: he had been preparing their bodies for this exact desecration.

As Shen Yu fingered Lixue and Meng Yan with a punishing, rapid speed, he activated the Crimson Nectar Touch, a technique from the Primordial Yin Yang Scripture. A viscous, glowing essence distilled from his own potent demonic blood began to coat his fingers and tongue.

Shlick. Shlick.

The moment the Crimson Nectar touched the sensitive membranes of their entrances, the room was filled with a chorus of shattered, high-pitched moans. The nectar didn’t just provide lubrication; it carried the raw, intoxicating heat of his demonic soul.

"Ahhhhh! Master! My soul... I’m losing it!" Meng Yan cried out, her emerald hair tossing wildly as she felt the nectar seep into her very foundation.

The sensation was beyond anything they had ever experienced. It wasn’t just physical; it felt as if their very souls were being pulled toward the point of contact.

The nectar ignited a fire that radiated upward, turning their nervous systems into a chaotic mess of extreme, forbidden pleasure. Lixue’s eyes rolled back, silver threads of saliva dripping from her lips as she felt her purity being incinerated by the nectar’s heat.

Shlick. Shlick. Squelch.

Shen Yu watched them with a cruel, satisfied smirk, his fingers and tongue moving even faster, turning their most private shame into a gateway for a pleasure so intense it felt like a holy execution. He wasn’t being gentle; he was exploring them with a ruthless curiosity, stretching them until they felt as though they would split.

"Master... please... it’s too much... I can’t!" Lixue’s protest died in her throat as Shen Yu found a sensitive cluster of nerves deep within her backside. Her back arched so violently that her shoulder blades nearly touched, her fingers clawing into the silk sheets until they tore.

Ah. Ahh.

Beside her, Meng Yan was a mess of emerald hair and shaking limbs. Every rapid thrust of Shen Yu’s fingers into her forbidden passage sent a jolt of raw, electric fire straight to her brain. She felt herself weeping uncontrollably onto the bed, but the real storm was brewing where his tongue was currently buried.

Shlick. Shlick.

Shen Yu was focused on the dragon-girl. His tongue was a relentless tool of worship and ruin, swirling and plunging into Xu Yi’s tightest knot with a predatory hunger. He could taste her fear, her shame, and her absolute surrender.

"Look at yourselves," Shen Yu growled, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrated through their bodies. "The pride of the Tang, the Matriarch of the Jin, and the Flood-Dragon... all undone by just a finger and tongue. All begging for a demon’s touch."

The sensory overload was reaching a terminal velocity. Their Qi began to circulate erratically, gathering not in their dantians but at the base of their spines, fuelled by the taboo pleasure of the assault.

Suddenly, Shen Yu accelerated his pace. His fingers in Lixue and Meng Yan began to vibrate with a faint, violet demonic energy, sending pulses of heat directly into their cores.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

Beneath him, he used his teeth to catch the sensitive skin at the edge of Xu Yi’s entrance, giving it a sharp, proprietary nip even as his tongue drove deeper than ever before.

"Nnggh! AHHH!"

The breaking point arrived like a physical explosion.

Lixue was the first to snap. Her vision went white, her jaw locking as a high, jagged scream escaped her.

"Ahhhhhhhh"

The pleasure radiating from her backside was so intense, so forbidden, that it triggered a violent, spasming climax that originated entirely from that point. Her internal muscles clamped down on Shen Yu’s fingers with the strength of a vice, and she felt a searing heat bloom in her gut that made her entire body go limp.

"Ah. Ahhh."

Meng Yan followed a second later, her body convulsing in a frantic, uncoordinated dance. Her backside shook with the force of her release, her muffled cries of "Master! Master!" turning into a sob of pure, undiluted bliss as she reached a peak she never knew was possible.

"Ahh. Ahhhh."

Finally, Xu Yi reached her end. As Shen Yu’s tongue delivered one final, devastating swirl, her dragon bloodline roared. Her back snapped into a rigid bow, her eyes rolling back into her head as she experienced a soul-shattering release.

SPURT.

She felt as though her very essence was being drained through her backside, her body shaking so hard the entire bed groaned under the strain.

Creak. Creak.

The three of them collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and damp silk, their breaths coming in shallow, broken gasps.

Hah. Hah. Hah.

They had been thoroughly desecrated, their most private gates forced open and worshipped until they broke.

Shen Yu stood over them, his dark length still pulsing and hungry, looking down at his handiwork with the cold, satisfied eye of a conqueror.

"Good," he whispered, the demonic violet in his eyes glowing brighter. "Now that you’ve been properly opened... I can finally begin."