Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

The amber sunlight had bled into a bruised purple twilight, casting long, predatory shadows over the ironwood desk where the Assistant of Clan Leader of the city’s greatest hall had fully transitioned into her Lord’s most dedicated vessel.

Gack. Glugh.

She hit the "wall" of her throat, her eyes widening as her body’s natural reflexes fought the intrusion. She gagged on purpose, her throat muscles clamping down on him in a series of tight, wet spasms.

Shlick, shlick, shlick.

That sent a jolt of electric pleasure through Shen Yu’s frame. She held it there, letting him feel the frantic, rhythmic pulsing of her internal muscles as she struggled to breathe through her nose, her brown eyes watering and fixed on his face in a look of absolute, terrifying submission.

Shen Yu’s breathing turned into a wrecked, guttural growl. "Grrr... You... you’re doing this on purpose," he choked out, his fingers knotting into her dark hair with a bruising intensity. "You’re a wicked, brilliant woman."

Hearing his praise through the haze of her own physical strain, Xu Yi felt a surge of ecstatic joy. She began to move again, her throat wide and relaxed now, taking him deeper and deeper with a rhythmic, frantic pace. She was exploring every corner, every vein, tasting the salt and the divine, metallic tang of his primordial bloodline.

The tension in the room reached a breaking point. Shen Yu’s hips began to buck, his movements no longer testing but demanding. He grabbed her head with both of his hands, his knuckles white as he forced her deeper, his cock plunging into her throat with a finality that made her vision swim.

Xu Yi didn’t revolt. She didn’t pull back for a fraction of a second. She widened her throat, offering up the very center of her being to his command. She knew, in this moment of total surrender, that she had been designed for this. From the moment he had first looked at her with those golden eyes, she was meant to be his, not just as an assistant, but as a part of his very soul, in this life and every one that followed.

"Xu Yi... take it all!" Shen Yu roared, his body going rigid as the dam finally broke.

A torrent of his heavenly essence erupted into her mouth, hot, thick, and pressurized. It was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, a flavor of pure, unadulterated power that seemed to vibrate through her very bones. It was a substance she felt she could sacrifice her life for, a divine nectar that marked her as his forever. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

She swallowed greedily, her throat working in a desperate, rhythmic effort to catch every drop.

Gulp, slurp, gulp.

As if she were a starving traveler finally reaching a sacred spring. Tears welled in her eyes, a messy cocktail of a body’s natural reflex to the deep, bruising plunge in her throat and the overwhelming, soul-shattering joy flooding her heart. She felt a connection that transcended the physical; she was being filled by her master, and in that filling, every part of her soul was made whole.

Shen Yu kept her pressed there, his fingers still knotted in her hair, until the very last of his release had been given. His breathing was ragged, a low, guttural vibration that echoed in the quiet office. When he finally loosened his grip, Xu Yi didn’t pull away. She remained on her knees, her face flushed and tear-streaked, her hazel eyes glowing with a newfound, terrifyingly beautiful light as she looked up at her Lord.

She gazed at the monstrous length before her, the same one she had just taken to the hilt. Even now, her mind struggled to comprehend how she had contained it, and that realization sparked a fierce, silent pride in her chest.

Seeing it still pulsing, still defiant in the air, a primal hunger clawed at her. She wanted to surge forward, to take that delicious weight back into her mouth and chase that heavenly taste once more. Yet, she remained frozen, waiting for the command that would authorize her desire.

But the magnetic pull of his presence was too much to ignore. Unable to help herself, she leaned forward, letting the heavy, hot length rest against her face. It spanned from her chin to her forehead and above, a brand of ownership across her skin. She closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath, the scent of musk and ancient power nearly breaking her resolve, but she held herself still, simply breathing him in.

Shen Yu looked down at her, the sight stirring a memory from his first life, a flickered thought of how, on earth, a photo of this dominating scene would be a trophy beyond price. The sight of the assistant, usually so poised and clinical, reduced to nuzzling his cock like a devotee at an altar, energized him.

"Xu Yi," he murmured, his voice a dark, amused rumble. "What exactly are you doing?"

"My Lord..." she whispered against his skin, her voice muffled and shy. "I thought... perhaps you were tired, since you were still so... upright. I decided to let you rest on my face."

Shen Yu chuckled, the sound rich and wolfish. "Rest? Is that the lie you’re going with?" He grabbed a handful of her dark brown hair and gently tilted her head back, though he kept his cock resting firmly against her cheek. "You just want it back in your throat, don’t you?"

"I—I... no, My Lord. I only wished to be of service," she stammered, though her eyes betrayed her.

"Listen to me, my dear assistant," Shen Yu said, his golden eyes burning with a sudden, intense heat. "When you are with me, you are to express your desires freely. To hide what you crave is to insult the one you serve. I have no use for a doll; I like it when my women have the courage to take what they want."

The weight of his words, the sheer, dominating "coolness" of his gaze, sent a shockwave through Xu Yi’s system. She felt a sudden, hot flood between her thighs, her body reaching a peak simply from the intensity of his command.

’My Lord is... incredible’, she thought, her mind spinning.

"Do you understand?" he asked, his voice dropping to a demanding whisper.

Xu Yi didn’t answer with words. She snapped from her daze, took one last deep breath of his scent, and showed him exactly what she understood. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to hungrily lap at the crown, claiming him once more with a desperate, wet fervor.

"Good girl," Shen Yu purred, his hand coming down to pat her head with a patronizing, possessive affection.