Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

After the final, shattering release, a heavy, weighted silence descended upon the pavilion, broken only by the synchronised, ragged hitches of their breath.

Hah. Hah. Hah.

Shen Yu remained buried deep within her, his pulse still hammering through his veins, his frame twitching with the lingering aftershocks of a climax that had felt more like a spiritual awakening than a physical act.

Internally, he could feel his Dantian roaring. The sheer purity of Yilan’s decades-old Yin energy had acted as a divine catalyst, with just this single union, his cultivation progress had surged from 92% to 94%. It was a staggering leap, a testament to the potency of their combined souls.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he began to deliver small, shallow thrusts, gentle, rhythmic pulses that served as a tender afterglow.

Slick. Slick.

Each nudge of his length made Yilan moan softly, a delicate, melodic vibration that he caught and drank from her lips. They were locked in a deep, soul-searching kiss, their tongues dancing with a slow, honeyed familiarity.

"Mmmmm."

In that moment, the silken drapes of the bed were the boundaries of the universe. They forgot the clan, the business, and the weight of their names, existing only as two halves of a whole, finally reunited in the quiet heat of the night.

They stayed like that for minutes, heart to heart, as if they were the only two souls in existence.

The atmosphere was thick with an immense, aching love. But as the primordial energy continued to circulate between them, the fire in Shen Yu’s blood refused to be extinguished. Yilan felt him stir within her, his length hardening once more against her internal walls.

She let out a long, shaky moan, the heat in her belly reigniting as she realised he was far from finished.

With a slow, deliberate pull, Shen Yu withdrew.

Plop.

"Ohhnnnnnnn."

Yilan let out a small, helpless whimper at the sudden sense of hollowness, her breath hitching as she felt his warm seed begin to ooze from her core, dripping onto the blossom-strewn silk.

Before she could recover, Shen Yu’s hands were on her again. He gripped her hips and expertly guided her, turning her onto her stomach.

He pressed her chest down against the pillows while pulling her hips high into the air, her back arching into a deep, provocative curve. It was a position of total vulnerability, the perfect doggystyle.

Rustle.

Seeing herself reflected in the polished jade nearby, the last remnants of Yilan’s modesty flared.

"Yu’er... what is this?" she whispered, her face burning with a violent scarlet. "This position... it’s so embarrassing."

Shen Yu didn’t move to change her. Instead, he leaned over her back, his heavy, muscular chest pressing against her spine. He brought his lips to her ear, his hot breath making her shiver, while his hard length slid slowly back and forth between the valley of her lush curves.

Slick. Slick. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"There is no embarrassment here, Yilan," he rumbled, his voice a dark, possessive velvet.

"I am the only one who will ever see you like this. And in this position... you will feel exactly how deep I can go. You will feel every inch of me claiming you."

Yilan whimpered, her fingers digging into the silk sheets as the friction of him against her skin sent sparks through her nerves. She felt the heavy, rounded head of him probe at her entrance, slick with the remnants of their first union.

Without another word, Shen Yu drove home. He entered her in one smooth, authoritative surge, the angle allowing him to bottom out with a force that made her vision go white.

Squelch.

He started slowly, his hands gripping her waist so tightly his knuckles turned white, before the rhythm began to pick up.

Slap. Slap. Squelch.

The wet, slapping sound of his hips meeting her curves echoed through the Jade Phoenix Pavilion as he began to move with a renewed, relentless fervour.

With her hips arched high and her face buried in the silk pillows, Yilan felt the world dissolve into a singular point of contact. Every thrust was a thunderclap, his heavy length reaching depths that made her breath hitch in a series of broken, high-pitched sobs.

"Yu’er! Ah! It’s... it’s too deep!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the bedding.

But her body betrayed her words. Instinctively, she pushed back against him, her lush curves meeting his pelvis in a wet, rhythmic thwack that grew louder as his pace quickened.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Shen Yu’s hands moved from her waist to her hair, wrapping the damp silken strands around his fist to gently pull her head back, forcing her to look toward the side where the spirit-lamps cast their flickering shadows.

"Look at how you take me, Yilan," he commanded, his voice thick with a dark, sovereign pride.

She caught a glimpse of their reflection, his pale, corded muscle against her porcelain skin, the way her heavy breasts swung with the violence of his movements. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat to her core, her walls clamping down on him in a desperate, milking rhythm.

Squelch. Slap. Squelch.

Shen Yu let out a low, guttural growl at the sensation. He began to move with animalistic intensity, his thumbs digging into the dimples of her lower back to keep her anchored.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Squelch.

Every strike was a claim, a physical manifestation of his decade-long obsession finally being sated. He wasn’t just mending her core anymore, he was rewriting her very identity, replacing the title of Matriarch with the mark of his possession.

"Please... please, Yu’er... more... don’t stop!" Yilan’s regal composure was a distant memory. She was cursing, her words a dirty, frantic blur of desire as she begged for the very thing that was overwhelming her.

The air in the pavilion grew heavy with the scent of jasmine, musk, and the metallic tang of surging Qi. As they neared the peak once more, the Primordial Yin-Yang energy reached a fever pitch. A halo of golden light began to radiate from their joined bodies, the silken sheets fluttering as the sheer pressure of their combined cultivation rippled outward.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Yilan felt the second climax building like a tidal wave, bigger and more devastating than the first. Her internal walls began to quiver and pulse, her vision tunnelling until there was nothing but the golden fire in Shen Yu’s eyes and the relentless, driving force of his love.

"I’m... I’m going to!" She couldn’t even finish the sentence before she shattered.

Her body went rigid, her back arching so sharply it looked like it might snap, as she collapsed into a screaming, toe-curling release. Simultaneously, Shen Yu let out a roar of triumph, his own seed erupting deep within her with the force of a volcano.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

He drove himself in one last time, burying his entire length to the hilt and pinning her to the mattress as they both drowned in the ultimate, soul-searing bliss of their completed union.

Hah. Hah. Hah.