Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The relentless, wet squelching of her mouth against his shaft echoed rhythmically against the soundproofed walls of the cabin for over fifteen intense minutes.

By now, Meng Yan’s plush lips had become thoroughly bruised and swollen from the friction of his immense girth, and her hazel eyes were completely hazy, dilated with a primal, suffocating need for his seed.

Her jaw ached, her breathing was a series of ragged, desperate wheezes through her nose, but she refused to slow down, her tongue frantic and unyielding.

Shen Yu looked down at her thoroughly ruined, submissive expression. The continuous, tight friction of her throat paired with the intoxicating scent of her arousal in the cramped carriage finally pushed his newly refined, potent essence to its absolute limit.

His muscles coiled tight, his fingers embedding deeply into her hair, pinning her head firmly in place.

"Take it all, Yan’er," he growled, his voice dropping into a dark, commanding register.

The warning had barely left his lips when his hips buckled forward. With a sudden, violent throb, he released the load.

A massive, thick torrent of hot, creamy essence erupted straight down her throat. Meng Yan’s eyes went completely wide, her body shuddering as the sheer volume and force of his release hit the back of her mouth.

The taste of this newly refined, Perfect-stage vitality was sharp, sweet, and bursting with an overwhelming spiritual energy that sent a jolt of raw pleasure straight to her soul.

Instinct took over. She swallowed, her throat working in heavy, desperate gulps to keep up with the continuous, pulsing bursts of his seed.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

She drank hungrily, trying to catch every drop of the heavenly nectar, but the sheer quantity was too much for her swollen lips to contain.

Thick, white beads of cum overflowed from the corners of her mouth, leaking down her flushed chin and smearing across her saliva-slicked cheeks, marking the proud Matriarch completely with his dominant essence.

As the final, violent pulses of his release subsided, Shen Yu slowly relaxed his grip on her hair, letting his fingers slide out of the messy, emerald strands. He leaned back against the plush silken cushions of the swaying carriage, his breathing deep and even, staring down at the masterpiece of absolute submission kneeling between his thighs.

Meng Yan remained frozen in place for a few moments, her head tilted back, her throat still instinctively twitching as she savored the lingering, rich warmth of his mythic essence. The overwhelming spiritual energy packed into his seed rippled violently through her meridians, sending a wave of blissful, bone-melting heat straight to her core.

Slowly, she pulled her mouth away from his leaking shaft with a soft, wet pop.

She looked up at him, her beautiful face completely ruined and thoroughly painted. Streams of thick, pearlescent cum were smeared across her flushed, tear-stained cheeks, dripping slowly from her jawline onto her exposed collarbones.

A heavy bead of his seed clung to her upper lip, and when she opened her mouth to breathe, a thick, glistening strand of spit and cum stretched between her lips.

Instead of wiping it away, she used her tongue to lick her lips clean, drawing the overflowing moisture back into her mouth with a soft, needy moan. She smacked her lips hungrily, her hazel eyes thoroughly glazed, staring up at him with a frightening level of devotion.

"Ah... Yu’er..." she whispered, her voice incredibly raw and raspy from the fifteen minutes of deep-throating. She raised a trembling hand, resting her palm gently against his thigh as she leaned her cheek against his knee.

"Please... I can’t bear this ache any longer. Fuck me. Please, slide that massive rod inside me and break me right here on this floor. I want to feel your weight pinning me down while the carriage moves."

Shen Yu looked down at her ravenous, begging expression, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrating in his chest. He reached down, his large fingers tangling firmly into her messy hair to tilt her painted face back up toward him.

"Not now, Yan’er," he murmured, his voice smooth but carrying an unshakeable note of absolute command. "The ride to the estate is far too short, and pushing myself into you for a few fleeting minutes would be completely unworthy of the enjoyment we deserve."

He paused, a dark, wickedly calculating glint flashing in his golden eyes as he stroked her cheek. "Besides, I have a far more grand design in mind for tonight. I am planning to claim the mother-daughter duo together. When the time comes, I will have both Lixue and Yilan breaking beneath me in the same bed, sharing my essence."

Meng Yan’s breath hitched at the sheer, dominant audacity of his plan, her swollen lips parting as her pussy clamped shut in a desperate, burning spasm of envy and lust.

"But..." Shen Yu continued, his tone softening into a dangerous, seductive purr, "I am not an unmerciful husband. I can at least give you some relief like this."

Before she could even process his words, his grip on her hair tightened, and he effortlessly hoisted her voluptuous frame up from the carpet, pulling her directly onto his lap. Meng Yan let out a gasping cry as she was settled across his thighs.

With a swift, aggressive motion of his large hands, he shoved her heavy silk robes completely aside, tearing open the fabric to expose her flushing skin and the completely soaked silk of her undergarments.

He didn’t give her a second to breathe. Shen Yu leaned forward and captured her swollen lips in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue instantly invading her mouth.

Simultaneously, his hand slid down the curve of her hip, his long fingers ruthlessly bypassing the damp silk of her panties to find her burning, over-sensitized pussy. He plunged two long fingers straight into her soaking wet depth without a single trace of hesitation.

"Mmph—!"

Meng Yan’s muffled scream was entirely swallowed by his mouth. Her body went completely rigid on his lap, her hands clawing desperately at his broad shoulders as his fingers began to pump inside her with a fierce, unrelenting rhythm.

The raw, heavy friction against her drowning g-spot combined with the commanding pressure of his mouth pushed her straight over the precipice.

Her interior walls clamped down around his invading fingers in a violent, weeping fit of ecstasy, her body trembling uncontrollably as he ruthlessly fingered her to a screaming, shattering climax right there against his chest.