Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Shen Yu wasted no time indulging her adjustment. His large, calloused hand wrapped firmly into the thick tresses of Yilan’s dark hair, anchoring her head with an iron grip.

With a dark chuckle vibrating in his chest, he began to pump his massive, fluid-smeared rod deep into her mouth in a heavy, unrelenting rhythm.

Gag. Shluck. Shluck.

He fucked her mouth ruthlessly, pulling back to the very edge of her lips before plunging entirely to the hilt, driving the swollen head of his shaft straight down into the deep, tight recesses of her throat.

Yilan took the punishing intrusion without a single hint of hesitation. Completely surrendered to his absolute dominance, she suppressed her natural gag reflex as best as she could, her throat muscles stretching and clamping around his thick veins. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She kept her hands locked tightly on his muscular thighs, tilting her head back to let him do absolutely whatever he wanted with her body.

Lixue watched from the side, her breathing ragged and heavy as she witnessed her proud mother being degraded and used so shamelessly as a common throat-sleeve. The sight sent a sharp, electric spike of heat straight back down to her own throbbing core.

Tears of intense, melting pleasure leaked from the corners of Yilan’s hazy eyes, trailing down her flushed cheeks, yet her gaze never left his. Her expression remained entirely filled with an unholy, absolute devotion.

Squelch. Shluck. Plitch.

Shen Yu accelerated his pace, his thrusts turning into a brutal, high-frequency sprint that forced deep, muffled whimpers to echo through Yilan’s nose. The sheer velocity of his movements paired with her deep, submissive compliance pushed his potent essence straight over the edge.

With a low, gravelly grunt, he delivered one final, deepest plunge, burying himself to the very root of her throat.

A massive, thick torrent of hot, creamy seed erupted violently down her throat.

Yilan’s throat swallowed automatically, her internal muscles pulsing frantically around his shaft as she eagerly drank down every drop of her master’s refined vitality, completely marked by his climax.

But as the echoes of their shared breathing filled the dim chamber, Shen Yu simply offered a dark, sinful smirk.

True to his word, he pulled his dripping weapon from her mouth with a heavy, wet pop, and immediately turned his predatory gaze back onto both of his trembling wives.

The night was still young. Without giving either woman a single moment to recover, Shen Yu pinned them together once more against the tangled, milk-stained silks. For the rest of the dark hours, the chamber was filled with the continuous, unyielding sounds of clashing flesh, desperate cries, and wet, heavy slaps.

He kept fucking both of them all night long, alternating between their weeping entrances and leaving both mother and daughter thoroughly broken, conquered, and overflowing with his seed until the first light of dawn finally broke through the windows.

The first golden rays of the morning sun filtered softly through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a warm, amber glow across the vast chamber.

The sharp, overwhelming musk of the night still hung thick in the air, a testament to the hours of unbridled, primal passion that had transpired upon the massive mahogany bed.

Looking at the beautiful, ruined scene directly beside him, a dark, deeply satisfied smile tugged at Shen Yu’s lips.

Laying in a tangled heap of ruined, milk-stained silk sheets were his two beautiful wives. Both Yilan and Lixue were fast asleep, completely drained and deeply unconscious from the relentless, all-night taming.

Their bare bodies were still heavily glistening under the morning light, coated in a dried, sticky mixture of their maternal milk, their blended juices, and the thick, pearlescent streaks of his own divine seed that had overflowed from their cores.

As Shen Yu shifted his weight, his eyes locked onto the visible aftermath of his rough handling. Dark crimson handprints and purplish bruising marks painted the pale, soft flesh of Lixue’s rounded ass and Yilan’s mature hips. Looking at how thoroughly broken and marked they were, a wave of possessive pride swelled within his chest.

Every bruise was a beautiful, chaotic reminder of how shamelessly they had cast aside their familial titles, begging him to destroy their pussies and claim them as sisters bound solely to his pleasure.

His gaze then drifted toward the back of Lixue’s neck. She lay curled on her side, her head tilted forward to completely expose the delicate skin right below her hairline. There, glowing with a faint, residual crimson light, was a freshly sealed primal mark.

It was a mark of absolute, eternal belonging. Lixue had desperately begged for it during the height of their passion, eager to be bound to him just as her mother was.

Though this brand on the back of her neck was smaller and more delicate than the massive, intricate seal etched directly between Yilan’s heavy breasts, it pulsed with the exact same terrifying ancient abilities.

It linked her directly to him, ensuring her absolute obedience and granting her the ability to sense his general location.

Gently running a large, calloused thumb over the pulsing brand on Lixue’s neck, Shen Yu watched her body subconsciously shudder in her sleep, her inner walls instinctively tightening around the thick remnants of his seed still pooling deep inside her.

He smirked darkly, looking over at Yilan’s equally marked and thoroughly claimed frame resting right beside them. The absolute dominion he held over both mother and daughter was undeniable, written clearly into their stained skin and glowing souls.

Deciding to indulge in a final bit of possessive comfort, Shen Yu settled his towering frame squarely between his two sleeping wives.

He pulled their soft, voluptuous bodies tightly against his sides, taking both of them directly into his large arms. His heavy hands slid down naturally, gripping their rounded, bruised asses with a firm, unyielding hold as he pulled them closer.

Then he effortlessly shifted Lixue’s pliant, exhausted body, lifting her slightly until her soft chest was resting directly against his rock-hard torso.

Aligning his thick, semi-erect shaft against her slick, stretched opening, he buckled his hips forward, smoothly sliding back deep inside her tight depths with a soft, wet shluck.

Lixue let out a low, muffled moan of unconscious bliss, her body relaxing completely over his chest as her pussy molded around his intrusion.

Holding them both tightly in his possessive embrace, Shen Yu closed his golden eyes and drifted back to sleep, completely anchored inside his first wife.