Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Lixue’s initial hesitation melted away, dissolved by the potent, addictive taste of the Yang Essence leaking onto her tongue. It wasn’t just physical pleasure; it was a cultivation instinct. To her Shen Yu’s essence tasted like spiritual ambrosia, spicy, sweet, and thrumming with raw power that made her very soul vibrate.

She wasn’t just pleasing him anymore; she was feeding.

She placed her small hands on his muscular thighs for leverage, her fingers digging into his skin. She looked at the massive shaft filling her vision and felt a strange, primal compulsion to conquer it.

She pushed her head forward, fighting against the natural constriction of her throat.

Gluck.

She slid down another inch. Then another.

The flared head of the dragon hit the sensitive back of her throat, triggering a violent gag reflex. Her eyes watered instantly, tears blurring her vision, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, a dormant instinct, awakened by the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture and the pheromones clouding her rational mind, took over.

She flattened her tongue against the underside of the shaft to cushion it, and then she began to move.

Inside the tight, hot wetness of her mouth, she curled the tip of her tongue upwards. She traced the sensitive ridges of the corona, swirling around the head even as it was buried deep in her throat.

"Hiss..."

Shen Yu’s hands, which were resting tangles in her silky black hair, tightened involuntarily. His spine arched off the mattress. His golden eyes went wide with genuine shock.

He had expected her to be clumsy. He had expected teeth, hesitation, and amateurish fumbling. He hadn’t expected this natural, rhythmic mastery.

’She’s learning,’ he realized, a jolt of electric pleasure shooting from his groin to his brain. ’No... she’s adapting. Her body craves the Yang source so desperately that she is instinctively milking it. She’s treating me like a lifeline.’

Encouraged by his sharp intake of breath, Lixue grew bolder. She felt the power she held over him, the way his iron-hard body trembled at her touch.

She bobbed her head faster, establishing a wet, sloppy, suction-heavy rhythm.

Schlock. Gawk. Slurp.

She managed to take him halfway down, her nose pressing into his pubic hair. Her cheeks hollowed completely as she sucked, creating a vacuum seal so tight it felt like she was trying to pull his soul out through his cock. Her tongue worked tirelessly, flicking the sensitive frenulum with every upstroke and massaging the head with every downstroke.

Slurp... Gluck... Pop.

"Lixue..." Shen Yu groaned, his voice ragged. The sensation was exquisite, bordering on pain. The contrast between her small, innocent mouth and the lewd, hungry noises she was making was breaking his control. "That’s it. Just like that. Swallow me."

He looked down. The sight was maddening. His beautiful, innocent fiancée, the jewel of the Mei Clan, was on her knees, her face buried in his crotch, servicing him with the desperation of a starving women.

The pressure in his lower abdomen hit critical mass. The dragon roared, demanding release. The energy gathered at the base of his spine, hot and volatile like liquid lava.

"I can’t hold it," Shen Yu growled, his knuckles turning white as he gripped her hair.

He didn’t warn her further. He couldn’t.

"Take it!"

He thrust his hips upward, driving himself as deep as her throat would allow, burying himself to the hilt, and erupted.

"Mmph?!"

Lixue’s eyes went wide as the torrent hit her.

It wasn’t a normal release. It was a deluge of concentrated Yang Essence, accumulated over years of celibacy and refined by the inheritance. It shot into the back of her throat in powerful, thick jets, coating her tonsils, filling her mouth instantly.

She tried to pull back to breathe, panic flaring for a second as her airway was blocked, but Shen Yu’s grip was iron. He held her there, pressing her face into his groin, forcing her to accept his gift. Though she could have pulled back since she was a cultivator, but she did not seeing the joy of ecstacy on shen yu’s face.

Gulp.

Her determination rose and She swallowed.

The fluid was hot, scalding her throat in a pleasurable, filling way. It tasted like liquid lightning, sweet, heavy, and incredibly viscous.

Gulp. Gulp.

She swallowed again and again, her slender throat bobbing convulsively against his shaft as Shen Yu continued to pour his essence into her. Tears streamed freely from her eyes, running down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the sweat on her skin.

She looked up at him through her wet lashes. Her blue eyes were wide, red-rimmed, and filled with a look of pure, innocent devotion, even as her mouth was stuffed and abused by his release.

I’m taking it all, her eyes seemed to say. I’m yours.

Finally, the violent eruptions slowed to a trickle.

Shen Yu released his grip, his chest heaving, his body humming with the intense afterglow. He slumped back against the pillows, his energy momentarily spent.

Lixue slowly, shakily pulled back.

Schloooock.

The sound was wet and lewd. A thick, white string of fluid connected her swollen red lips to the softening tip of his member. It stretched thin before snapping, falling onto her chin.

She didn’t wipe it away. She didn’t spit. She didn’t cough.

Instead, she sat back on her heels, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked at Shen Yu, her face a beautiful mess of tears, saliva, and his essence.

Slowly, deliberately, she opened her mouth wide.

She stuck her tongue out slightly, showing him her empty cavern. Her throat was coated in white, her tongue glistening with it, but she had swallowed every single drop. She held the pose for a moment, her eyes locking with his, a silent, submissive display of her total conquest.

Look, Shen Yu. I drank it all.

Shen Yu looked at her.

He should have been satisfied. He had just experienced a massive release. His body should be in the refractory period.

But seeing her like that, her mouth open, displaying the evidence of her service, the innocent girl corrupted into a willing vessel, something snapped in the deepest, darkest part of his brain.

The beast inside him didn’t go to sleep. It woke up fully, roaring with a new, insatiable hunger.

His "dragon," which had just begun to soften, instantly surged back to life.

Blood rushed into the cavernous bodies with a vengeance. Lixue watched in awe as the member she had just drained hardened before her eyes, twitching angrily, veins popping along the shaft as it stood straight up against his stomach, harder and larger than before.

"Oh..." Lixue blinked, her mouth closing slowly as she saw him grow. "Shen Yu...? You’re... again?"

Shen Yu didn’t answer with words. A low, dangerous growl rumbled in his chest.

He reached out and grabbed her by the waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and dragged her up the bed with a force that made her gasp.

"You think that was enough?" he hissed, looming over her, his golden eyes blazing with a terrifying, possessive lust. "Seeing you do that... seeing you take it like that... I can’t stop."

He flipped her onto her back effortlessly, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. With the other, he spread her legs violently wide, exposing her wet, swollen flower.

"I need to be inside you," he declared, positioning his raging hardness at her entrance. "I need to take you properly. Now."