Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Lixue looked into his red eyes, her own blue orbs clouded with manic devotion.

"Break me," she choked out, her fingers digging into her own thighs. "Please, honey... shatter me into pieces!"

Shen Yu responded with the savagery of a demon. Standing over her, he used the folded angle to drive deeper than he ever could have with Xu Yi, his every thrust bottoming out with a heavy, rhythmic thud that vibrated through the entire bed.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Squelch.

Lixue was a ruin beneath him, her voice reduced to a series of broken, melodic shrieks and babbling nonsense as her mind finally snapped under the weight of the pleasure.

"Ah. Ah. Ahhh."

When the end came, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, filling her narrow depths with a scorching flood of demonic seed.

Gulp. Gulp.

As he finally withdrew, his cock hovered just above her flushed, sweat-slicked face.

Plop.

Lixue didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her tongue darting out to catch and swallow the thick drops dripping from his tip, her eyes never leaving his.

Lick. Mm. Lick.

Finally, Shen Yu’s gaze shifted to Meng Yan. The Matriarch, usually so composed and dominant, felt a cold shiver of genuine dread.

Seeing the absolute, shattered states of her two sisters, one leaking white from her backside, the other babbling in a post-coital haze, the reality of what was coming was becoming terrifyingly overwhelming.

For the first time in her life, the great Matriarch of the Meng felt like a small, trembling bird caught in the shadow of a hawk.

Shen Yu rose from the bed, his dark physique radiating a suffocating pressure. He kept his crimson eyes locked on Meng Yan as he stalked toward her.

Reaching the edge of the bed where she sat, he caught her jaw in a bruising grip, forcing her to look up at his towering figure. As she stared into those glowing, abyssal eyes, a wave of primal fear crashed over her, followed immediately by a treacherous, overwhelming urge to submit.

He hauled her to her feet by the throat, his other hand sliding behind her head as he claimed her lips in a kiss that was less an embrace and more a conquest.

"Mmmmmm."

It was a domineering, soul-stripping kiss that tasted of iron and smoke. Meng Yan felt her core flood instantly, the sheer authority of the act making her knees buckle as she lost herself in the savage rhythm of his mouth.

He tore himself away, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. Before she could catch her breath, he spun her around, her back hitting his rock-hard chest. He tilted her head back by her hair to ravage her throat with bites and kisses while his free hand began to ruthlessly knead her breasts.

"Mm. Ahh."

Meng Yan let out a shattered moan, her head lolling back. She sought his lips again, her eyes hazy with a desperate need for more, but Shen Yu paused. He looked toward the ruined forms of Xu Yi and Lixue, who were watching with wide, mesmerised eyes.

"Do you want to see something interesting?" he asked, his voice a low, melodic growl.

The two women, unable to find their voices, simply nodded. Shen Yu’s smirk widened as he reached forward and gave Meng Yan’s nipple a sharp, punishing pinch.

"Ahhhh!"

Her eyes snapped open with a cry of startled pleasure.

In one fluid motion, he hooked his arms beneath her thighs and hoisted her up.

Meng Yan’s composure shattered as she realised she was being lifted into the air like a trophy of war. Her skin burned with a deep, crimson flush as she found herself completely exposed to the wide, hungry eyes of her sisters.

The weight of their gaze was a suffocating pressure, and she instinctively brought her hands up to cover her reddened face, trying to hide the shame of her arousal.

"Husband... please," she stammered, her voice trembling. "They are watching... put me down. Don’t do this so openly, I can’t bear it..."

Shen Yu’s response was a low, vibrating chuckle that felt like jagged silk against her spine. He didn’t lower her. Instead, he tightened his grip on her thighs, forcing them even wider.

"Hoh? Are you finding your modesty now, Matriarch?" he asked, his voice a rough, commanding rumble.

"Were you not just kneeling between my legs, sucking my length with a glutton’s greed? Was there no shame then, when you were fighting them for every drop of me?"

"Honey... that was different," she whimpered, her fingers twitching against her eyes. "This... this is too much..."

"Nothing is different," Shen Yu sneered, his eyes glowing with hellish, red intensity. "You are mine to display as I please."

Without another word of warning, he aligned his dark, pulsing length and plunged deep into her backside in one devastating lunge.

SQUELCH.

The sound of the intrusion was explosive in the silent room. Meng Yan’s back snapped into a sharp bow, her muffled shriek vibrating through her palms as she felt him stretch her to the absolute limit.

Slap. Squelch. Slap.

He began to move while standing, his powerful arms holding her weight effortlessly as he hammered into her with the ruthless tempo of a conqueror.

Lixue and Xu Yi watched from the bed, their faces lit with dark, voyeuristic smiles. There was no pity in their eyes, only a shared, manic delight in seeing the proud Matriarch finally receiving her share of the demon’s absolute claim.

"Hahaha! Now, don’t be shy, Yan’er," Shen Yu barked over the wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies. "Lower your hands. Show your sisters exactly what you’ve become. Show them how much you crave your husband’s weight!"

Unable to resist his command, she lowered her hands. Her face was a mask of total carnal surrender, her tongue lolling out and dripping, her eyes rolled back in pure, shameless abandon.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Shen Yu’s thrusts were rhythmic and heavy, each impact sending a wet, echoing crack through the spice-scented air of the chamber. Meng Yan was a shattered melody of high-pitched moans, her dignity dissolving with every inch of his dark length that claimed her.

Squelch. Slap. Squelch.

"Don’t you want to see the truth of what you’ve become, Yan’er?" Shen Yu’s voice was a low, vibrating growl against her ear. "Don’t you want to see how a Matriarch looks when she’s being hollowed out by a demon?"

"Yes... yes, husband... show me," she whimpered, her fingers digging into his corded forearms as he carried her across the room.