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Tianmo's gaze remained fixed on the trembling Zhu before him, his expression as cold and unyielding. He did not move to comfort her nor did he offer a hand to help her rise. He merely watched with a unnoticeable perverted glint.
"You think," he began, his voice low and smooth, like silk sliding over a blade, "that a little water show is enough to earn you the right to be touched by me? How utterly foolish..."
Madam Zhu flinched, her body twitching on the cold stone floor. The aftershocks of her orgasm were still rippling through her, but his words cut through the haze of pleasure like a bucket of ice water. She looked up, her eyes wide and watery, confusion warring with the desperate need in her heart.
"I... I..." she stammered, her voice hoarse and broken. "I thought... if I showed you my sincerity..."
"Sincerity?" Tianmo chuckled, a dark, humorless sound that echoed in the vast chamber for two seconds.
"You are a slut, Madam Zhu. A slut who spreads her legs for power. Do not mistake your biological need for survival as sincerity. You are merely a vessel, and currently, you are an empty one..."
He stood up slowly, the movement fluid and predatory. The black robes fell around him, concealing the monstrous pillar of flesh that had just moments ago been buried in her throat.
"Turn around," he commanded. "Get on all fours. Like the bitch you are."
Madam Zhu's breath got stuck in her throat. The command was degrading, stripping her dignity. Yet, she was no longer Madam Zhu, the high-ranking concubine; she was a creature of lust, a hole waiting to be filled.
She obeyed.
She turned, her hands and knees pressing against the cold stone, her ass high in the air. The position left her completely exposed, her swollen, dripping pussy on display like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. She felt the cool air of the hall kiss her heated flesh, making her shiver uncontrollably.
"Good," Tianmo said, his voice devoid of warmth. "Now, stay still."
He raised his hand, and with a thought, a long, black whip materialized from the void. It was not made of leather; it was crafted from the tendons of a Void Shadow Serpent, a material that existed on the boundary between the material and the spiritual. It hummed with a low, menacing energy, the surface writhing with shadowy runes that seemed to drink the light.
"This is the Shadow Serpent Whip," Tianmo said, his voice calm, as if he were introducing a friend. "It does not merely strike the flesh; it strikes the soul. Every lash will send a shockwave of spiritual energy directly into your meridians. It will hurt. It will burn. And it will make you wish you were dead... Let me awaken the real you, let me arouse the deepest part of your heart..."
He cracked the whip in the air, the sound sharp and explosive, like a thunderclap in a small room.
CRACK!
Madam Zhu jumped, her entire body trembling violently. The sound alone was enough to make her heart hammer against her ribs. She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers digging into the stone, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Please... Young Master... be gentle...♡" she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.
"Gentle?" Tianmo's lips curled into a cruel smile. "The path of cultivation is not gentle. The heavens do not rain gentle kisses upon those who seek immortality; they strike with lightning and thunder. If you wish to rise above your station, you must learn to endure pain. You must learn that pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin."
He raised the whip high.
"Count them. If you lose count, we start over."
He didn't wait for her to nod. He didn't wait for her to prepare. He simply brought his arm down, the whip singing through the air with a deadly whistle.
SNAP!
The black tendon lashed across her buttocks, the impact sounding like a gunshot. The shadowy runes flared, and the energy discharged into her flesh.
"GYAAAAAAHHH!♡♡♡"
Madam Zhu screamed, her back arching violently, her eyes bulging. It wasn't just a physical sting; it was an electric shock that seared her nerves, a spiritual branding iron that marked her soul. The pain was blinding, overwhelming, a white-hot fire that consumed her entire being, making her pussy more wet, the nectar dripping continuously.
Beneath the agony, something else bloomed. The perverted, submissive, and most importantly the enjoyment of pain—True masochist.
The Yin poison in her womb reacted to the violent intrusion of raw energy. It thrashed, it boiled, and then... it dissolved.
The pain was the catalyst and the whip was the key. The shadowy energy of the whip, imbued with Tianmo's terrifying aura, was the purest energy she had ever encountered.
"One," she gasped, her voice a broken sob, tears streaming down her face. "One...♡"
"Good," Tianmo said, his voice indifferent. "Two."
SNAP!
The second lash landed diagonally across the first, creating a searing 'X' on her pale butt. The force of the blow drove her forward, her breasts scraping against the rough stone floor, her nipples hardening into painful points.
"ANNNNGGG!♡"
" Hnnghhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Her scream was raw, primal, tearing at her throat. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically, spraying a small amount of fluid onto the floor. The line between agony and ecstasy had been obliterated. The pain was so intense it looped back into pleasure, a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to shatter her mind.
"Two...♡ Haaaah... Haaah... T-Two...♡"
She was drooling, her eyes rolling back, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She looked like a broken doll, a ruined mess of flesh and fluids, yet she held the position, her ass raised high, presenting herself for the next strike.
"Three."
SNAP!
The whip coiled around her thigh like a living snake, biting deep into the soft flesh. The shadowy runes pulsed, sending a jolt of energy directly into her dantian.
"UUUUUU!♡ Mmmnnn...♡"
Madam Zhu's vision went white. She couldn't think, couldn't speak. She could only feel. The Yin was screaming as it was purged to peak, her body rewriting itself to accommodate the new, violent energy flooding her system. Her pussy was a waterfall, her juices mixing with the sweat dripping from her skin.
"Three...♡ Aaaah, ahhhh, ahhhh, nnnnnn..."
Tianmo watched her, his eyes glowing with a faint red light. He saw the poison leaving her body, evaporating like mist under the scorching sun. He saw her spirit roots trembling, stabilizing under the assault. He was not merely torturing her; he was refining her. He was hammering a piece of raw iron into a blade, using pain as the hammer and his will as the anvil.
"Four."
SNAP!
The whip struck her lower back, just above the swell of her buttocks. The impact was harder this time, the sound echoing like a cannon blast in the enclosed space.
"GYAAAAHHH!♡♡♡"
Madam Zhu's body went rigid, her muscles locking up as the shockwave tore through her. Her fingers clawed at the stone, leaving deep scratches in the obsidian. She felt her mind fracturing, the barrier between her consciousness and the void crumbling under the relentless assault.
"Four...♡ Haaah...♡"
Her voice was barely a whisper, her throat raw from screaming. She was drowning in sensation, her body a vessel of pure, unadulterated feeling. The pain was no longer separate from her; it was her. It was the only thing that existed in the universe.
"Five."
SNAP!
This lash caught the back of her thighs, the tip of the whip curling around to bite into the tender flesh of her inner leg, dangerously close to her dripping cunt.
"ANNNNGGG!♡ UUUUU!♡"
Madam Zhu's eyes rolled back completely, her tongue lolling out, saliva dripping juts like her nectar as she slumped forward, her chest heaving against the cold floor. She was broken, utterly and completely. Yet, the fire in her womb burned brighter than ever, consuming the last of the Yin poison and replacing it with a desperate, aching need.
"Five...♡"
She gasped, her body twitching uncontrollably. The pain was a living thing inside her, a beast that gnawed at her bones and drank her marrow. But with every lash, she felt lighter, as if the heavy chains of her mortality were being shattered one by one.
Tianmo lowered the whip, the shadowy runes fading as it dissipated into the air. He looked at the woman writhing on the floor, her body covered in angry red welts that glowed with a faint, spiritual luminescence. She was a mess of sweat, tears, and fluids, a ruined masterpiece of debauchery. Truly a slut.
He stepped forward, his foot landing next to her head. He didn't offer a hand; he simply looked down, his gaze cold and commanding.
"Turn over," he ordered. "Present yourself."
Madam Zhu didn't hesitate. Despite the agony radiating from her back and thighs, she forced her trembling limbs to move. She rolled onto her back, the movement sending fresh waves of pain through her battered body, but she welcomed it. She welcomed the proof that she was still alive, that she was being reshaped by his hand.
She spread her legs wide, her knees bent, displaying the glistening, swollen folds of her womanhood to his hungry gaze. The lotus was no longer merely blooming; it was weeping, the petals open and quivering, the entrance pulsing rhythmically as if alive and breathing.
"Please..." she whimpered, her voice a broken, breathless plea. "Fill me...♡ Break me... Use this lotus..."
Tianmo looked down at her, his expression unreadable.
He knelt between her spread legs, the heat radiating from his body scorching her cold skin. He reached out, his hand gripping her ankle, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He pulled her toward him, dragging her body across the rough stone until her hips were aligned with his.
The massive, pillar-like cock that had previously terrified her now stood erect, throbbing with a life of its own. It was a rod of divine punishment that pledged to ruin her pussy.
"Do you think you are ready?" he asked, his voice rumbling, that vibrated through her chest.
"Y-Yes, Young Master!" Madam Zhu cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily. "This concubine is ready! Please... put it in!♡"
Tianmo didn't warn her with another words or prepare her further with gentle touches, she was already ready. He aligned the angry bulging head with her fluttering entrance and thrust forward with the force of a collapsing star.
SQUELCH!
The sound was wet and loud, a lewd symphony of fluids being displaced. Her body offered resistance for a fraction of a second, the tight muscles clamping down in a desperate attempt to stop the intrusion, but they were powerless against his strength.
"GYAAAAAAAAHHH!♡♡♡"
Madam Zhu threw her head back, a silent scream tearing from her throat as she was split open. The sheer size of him was beyond anything she had ever experienced. He stretched her to her absolute limit, the thick head bulldozing through her tight walls, hitting her cervix with a blunt, bruising force.
"Too... big! Ahhh, ahhh, haah... It's... It's tearing me apart!"
Tianmo ignored her cries. He gripped her hips, his fingers bruising her skin, and began to move. He pulled out until only the tip remained inside, then slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the hall, a rhythmic percussion of domination. His hips moved like a piston, driving into her with a speed and ferocity that blurred the line between pleasure and torture.
"Uuuu!♡ Hnnghhh!♡ Aaaaah!♡"
"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh!"
Madam Zhu's body jerked with every thrust, her breasts bouncing wildly, her head lolling from side to side. She was no longer a person; she was a vessel, a sheath for his sword. A cave where his dragon shall slumber.
The pain from the whipping mixed with the sensation of being stretched and filled, creating a kaleidoscope of sensation that overwhelmed her mind.
The Yin poison was gone, incinerated by the violent infusion of Yang energy, but the void remained. And now, the void was being filled.
"Look at you," Tianmo grunted, his voice strained with exertion, his eyes burning with golden fire. "A slutty lotus, drowning in its own nectar. You wanted this. You begged for this."
"YES!♡ YES!♡ I BEGGED FOR IT!♡" Madam Zhu screamed, her voice cracking.
"I'M A SLUT!♡ I'M YOUR SLUT!♡ FILL ME!♡ BREED ME!♡"
She was lost in the throes of a climax that seemed to last for an eternity. Her inner walls clamped down around him, rippling and massaging his shaft in a desperate attempt to milk him dry. She believed bearing him a child would bring them closer.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Her fluids sprayed everywhere, coating his abdomen and thighs, creating a lewd, slick friction that only served to increase the ferocity of his thrusts.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The scent of sex and musk was overpowering, a thick fog that clung to the skin and seeped into the pores.
Tianmo's breathing remained steady, the complete opposite of the woman beneath him who was gasping for air like a drowning fish.
"Haah, haaah, haaah... Haaaa... Haah."
He watched her face contort in ecstasy, her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out, drool pooling at the corners of her mouth. She was broken, shattered into a million pieces of pleasure and pain, and he was the hammer that had done the shattering. He felt satisfied... It was a masterpiece, a true art that even a certain artist could nein create.
"Is this the extent of your endurance?" he mocked, his voice low and vibrating against her chest. He slowed his pace, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in with a deliberate, grinding motion that made her entire body jerk.
"You wish to be a vessel for power, yet you cannot even handle a single rod?"
"N-No...♡ I can... I can take it!♡" Madam Zhu gasped, her voice barely a whisper. She clawed at his back, her nails leaving red trails on his skin, trying to anchor herself against the storm of sensation. "More... give me more!♡"
Tianmo's eyes narrowed. He grabbed her legs, pushing them back until her knees were pressed against her shoulders, folding her in half. The position left her completely vulnerable, her pussy spread wide, taking him deeper than ever before.
"Then take it all," he commanded.
He began to move again, this time with a ruthless efficiency. He didn't just thrust; he grinded, his hips rotating in a circular motion that scraped against every sensitive inch of her inner walls. He was hitting spots she didn't know existed, places that made her see stars and scream his name.
"GYAAAAHHH!♡♡♡"
Madam Zhu's vision went white. She felt like she was being split in two, like a red-hot poker was being driven into her very soul. The pleasure was so intense it was agonizing, a tightrope walk between sanity and madness.
"Ahhhh! Ahhh!♡ Anngggggh! Ahhh!♡ Aaaaah!♡"
She could feel him swelling inside her, the massive head of his cock punching against her cervix with every thrust, demanding entry into the deepest sanctum of her womb. The barrier held for a moment, resisting the intrusion, but Tianmo was not a man who accepted denial.
With a low growl, he gripped her hips with bruising force and thrust forward, putting the full weight of his body behind the movement.
Creak.
The sound was barely audible over their ragged breathing and the wet slap of flesh, but to Madam Zhu, it sounded like a thunderclap. Her cervix, the gatekeeper of her womb, surrendered. The thick head of his cock breached the barrier, sliding into the untouched chamber of her uterus.
"ANNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!♡"
Madam Zhu's eyes bulged, her mouth opening in a silent scream. It was a sensation of being invaded, of being occupied by a foreign entity that was too large, too powerful, and too demanding. She felt him fill her completely, stretching her womb to its limit, reshaping her insides to fit his shape.
"I am... I am in your womb," Tianmo stated, his voice calm, as if remarking on the weather. "This is where the Yin poison hid. This is where I shall plant the cure."
He didn't move for a moment, letting her adjust to the invasion, letting her feel the throbbing heat of him buried deep inside her. Then, he began to move again, short, sharp jabs that ground against the sensitive walls of her uterus.
"Uuuu...♡ So... deep...♡ It's in my stomach...♡" Madam Zhu whimpered, her hands resting on her lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock moving beneath her skin. "You're... you're ruining me...♡"
"I am refining you," Tianmo corrected. He reached down, his hand finding her clit, which was swollen and throbbing, peeking out from its hood like a ripe berry. He pinched it hard, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers.
"AHHHHHHHHH!♡"
"Hnnghhh!♡" mmmm.... Ahhhh, ahhh"
Madam Zhu's back arched off the floor, her body convulsing as a fresh wave of electricity shot through her. The combination of the deep penetration and the brutal stimulation of her clit was too much. Her mind shattered, her consciousness fracturing into a billion shards of light.
"Cum for me," he commanded. "Squeeze the poison out with your lust."
"AAAAHHH!♡♡♡ I'M CUMMING!♡ I'M CUMMING!♡"
"CUMMMMMMINNNGGGGGGGGG—"
Madam Zhu's body went rigid, her muscles locking up as the most intense orgasm of her life tore through her. Her inner walls clamped down like a vice, rippling and massaging his shaft, trying to milk him dry.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Her fluids erupted again, spraying against his chest, mixing with the sweat and the scent of their union. It was a flood, a release of all the tension, the fear, and the poison that had plagued her for so long.
Tianmo felt the tremors of her orgasm around his cock, the tight, wet heat gripping him like a velvet glove. He didn't stop. He continued to thrust, riding out her climax, drawing it out until she was a sobbing, writhing mess beneath him.
He could feel his own release approaching, a tide rising in his loins, demanding to be unleashed.
The Yang energy in his body was surging, responding to the Yin environment of her womb, creating a feedback loop of power and pleasure.
"Do you want it?" he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Do you want my essence?"
"YES!♡ YES!♡ GIVE IT TO ME!♡" Madam Zhu screamed, her eyes rolling back. "FILL ME!♡ BREED ME!♡ CLAIM ME!♡"
With a final, guttural roar, Tianmo slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock throbbed violently, the head expanding as he released his load.
"Then take it!"
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Thick ropes of hot, potent semen erupted from him, painting the inside of her womb white. It was not just fluid; it was concentrated Yang essence, a spiritual elixir that burned with the heat of a sun. A dragon roar that can even shake the Heavens and shatter the Earth.
"AYAAAAHHH!♡♡♡"
Madam Zhu screamed as she felt the heat flood her insides. It was like molten gold being poured into her veins. The essence surged through her meridians, chasing down the last remnants of the Yin poison, incinerating them instantly. Her Dantian, which had been stagnant and weak, drank in the energy like a desert rain.
Her belly distended slightly, bloating from the sheer volume of the essence he had poured into her. It was a visible sign of his conquest, a temporary mark of ownership that made her look pregnant with his power.
Madam Zhu lay limp, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Her body twitched involuntarily, the aftershocks of the climax still rippling through her nerves.
She was ruined, utterly and completely, it's not even questionable.
The woman who had walked into this hall an hour ago was gone; in her place was a broken vessel, reforged in the fires of pain and pleasure.
Tianmo pulled out, his massive cock sliding out of her with a wet, lewd pop. A flood of white, mixed with her own clear fluids, gushed out of her gaping entrance, pooling on the obsidian floor beneath her. The scent of musk and sex was overpowering, hanging in the air.
"Ahhhhh..." Between her legs, the "lotus" was ruined. The delicate pink petals were swollen a dark, angry red, gaping open like a cave that had just weathered a storm.
She was broken, yet her eyes, when they fluttered open, held a glazed, worshipful light. She had been broken and reforged, reshaped into a vessel worthy of holding the power of the heavens. A true slut.
"Thank you, Young Master..." she murmured, her voice barely audible, slurred with exhaustion and satiation. "This concubine... this concubine shall server young master, whenever he wishes... Ahhhh...♡"
He raised a hand, and a jade bottle appeared in his palm. He tossed it to her, the motion casual, almost dismissive.
Madam Zhu's trembling hand moved with desperate haste, her fingers fumbling as she uncorked the jade bottle. She didn't ask what it was; in her current state, she would have drunk poison if he had offered it. She tilted her head back and downed the contents in one gulp.
A warm energy spread through Madam Zhu's chest, chasing away the bone-deep exhaustion that had threatened to drag her into unconsciousness. The pill dissolved instantly, rushing through her meridians to repair the bruised flesh and soothe the battered walls of her womb. The pain faded, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache between her legs.
She sat up slowly, her movements stiff. The white essence mixed with her own fluids continued to leak from her, staining the obsidian floor beneath her. She made no move to clean it; instead, she knelt, pressing her forehead to the cold stone, her posture one of absolute submission.
"This concubine thanks Young Master for the grace of the medicine," she whispered, her voice hoarse but steady. "And for the lesson."
Tianmo stood over her.
"Do not mistake this for affection... I simply amn't done with you yet."
He reached out, his hand gripping her hair, and pulled her up. She didn't resist; she was like a puppet in his hands, her body pliant and willing. He turned her around, forcing her to bend over the obsidian altar again, her ass high in the air, her ruined, gaping pussy on display.
"Round 2," he stated, his voice devoid of mercy.
Madam Zhu's eyes widened. The fear was there, yes, but it was drowned out by a dark, masochistic anticipation. Her body, still humming with the energy of the Yang essence, craved the violence. She wanted to be used, to be broken, to be filled until she couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't be anything but a hole for his pleasure.
"Please...♡" she whimpered, her voice trembling. "Use this concubine...♡"
Tianmo didn't wait. He aligned his still-hard cock with her fluttering entrance and thrust forward.
SQUELCH!
"Nnnghhhh!♡"
The scream was torn from her throat as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The wet, lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, a rhythmic percussion of domination. He didn't give her time to adjust; he set a punishing pace, his hips moving like a piston, with one hundred horsepower.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Madam Zhu's vision blurred, her body jerking with every thrust. She was no longer a person; she was a fleshlight, a warm, wet hole designed solely for his pleasure. claiming her, reshaping her insides to fit his monstrous girth.
"Uuuu...♡ Hnnghhh!♡ Aaaaah!♡"
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!"
Her moans were raw, primal sounds that echoed in the vast chamber, mixing with the wet slap of flesh and the heavy thud of her breasts against the cold stone.
Tianmo's hands roamed her body, exploring the curves and contours of the woman he was claiming. He reached around, grabbing her heavy, hanging breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft, abundant flesh. They were like overripe big melons, heavy and hot to the touch, the nipples hard and throbbing against his palms.
"Haah...♡"
He squeezed, hard, digging his nails into the sensitive skin.
"GYAAAAHHH!♡"
Madam Zhu screamed, her back arching violently. The pain was sharp, electric, shooting straight to her throbbing clit. It wasn't just pain; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that seared her soul.
"Your tits... they are too big for your frame," Tianmo grunted, his voice strained with exertion, his eyes glowing with a faint red light. "They are heavy... useless bags of meat... perfect for abuse."
He began to knead them roughly, mauling the soft flesh like dough. He pulled and twisted her nipples, stretching them until they were long and red, listening to her whimpers of pain-mixed pleasure.
"Hnnn... Mmmm...♡ Hnnghhh!♡"
Every twist, every pinch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, amplifying the sensation of the massive rod splitting her open. She was drowning in sensation, her mind fracturing under the relentless assault.
Tianmo leaned forward, his chest pressing against her sweat-slicked back. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal mixed with the coppery tang of fear. He didn't kiss her lips—that was too intimate, too equal plus she few times ago sucked his cock.
Instead, he pressed his open mouth against the sensitive skin of her neck, just below her ear.
He bit down.
"ANNNNGGG!♡"
Madam Zhu's body went rigid, her inner walls clamping down around him like a vice. The bite was hard, possessive, drawing a bead of blood that welled up like a dark ruby. He lapped at the wound, his tongue rough and hot, sending shivers down her spine.
He didn't stop there. His lips traced a wet, searing path along the curve of her jaw, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. He found the sensitive lobe of her ear and took it between his teeth, biting down gently before sucking it hard into his mouth.
"Hnnn...♡ Ah... Ahhh...♡"
Madam Zhu shivered violently, the sensation shooting straight to her core. Her hands clawed at the obsidian altar, her nails scraping uselessly against the unyielding stone. The combination of the brutal thrusts, the rough mauling of her breasts, and the wet, sucking heat of his mouth on her ear was driving her insane.
"Your heart is racing," Tianmo whispered, his voice low and vibrating against her ear drum. "Are you afraid? Or are you excited?"
"Both...♡ Both!♡" Madam Zhu sobbed, her voice breaking. "I am afraid... but I love it...♡ I love how you use me...♡"
Tianmo released her ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. He moved lower, his lips pressing against the frantic pulse point in her neck. He could feel the blood rushing beneath her skin, the life force hammering away in a rhythm that matched his own thrusts.
He kissed her neck—not a gentle peck, but a hard, possessive press of his lips that bruised the skin instantly. He sucked hard, pulling the blood to the surface, marking her as his territory.
"Hnnghhh!♡"
Madam Zhu's head fell back, resting on his shoulder, exposing more of her neck to him. She was completely surrendered, a puppet dangling from his strings. The pain in her breasts was a dull ache that throbbed in time with the pounding in her pussy, creating a symphony of sensation that overwhelmed her senses.
Tianmo's hands abandoned her breasts, sliding down her sweat-slicked torso to grip her hips again. He pulled her back onto him, meeting his thrusts with a force that made her ass ripple like waves in a storm.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was deafening in the quiet hall, a lewd percussion that echoed off the walls.
"Look at you," Tianmo grunted, his voice strained with exertion. "Taking a cock that belongs to your husband's son. You really are a slutty lotus, aren't you?"
"YES!♡ YES!♡ I AM A SLUT!♡ I AM YOUR SLUT!♡" Madam Zhu screamed, her voice raw. "I am nothing but a hole for Young Master!♡ Use me!♡ Break me!♡"
Her words were like fuel to the fire. Tianmo's eyes burned with golden light, the dragon blood in his veins surging. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a tide of Yang essence that demanded release.
He reached around, his fingers finding her swollen, throbbing clit. He didn't rub it; he slapped it.
Smack!
"ANNNGHHHHHH!!!!!"
Madam Zhu's entire body convulsed, her back arching into a painful bow. The sharp sting on her most sensitive spot sent a shockwave of pleasure-pain crashing through her system.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ahhhh!♡ Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!♡"
He slapped her clit repeatedly, the wet sound mixing with the slap of his hips against her ass. Each impact sent a jolt of electricity through her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Cum," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Cum for me again. Squeeze my cock."
"AAAAHHH!♡♡♡ I'M CUMMING!♡ I'M CUMMING!♡"
With a final, ear-piercing scream, Madam Zhu's body went rigid. Her inner walls clamped down around him like a vice, rippling and massaging his shaft in a desperate attempt to milk him dry.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Her fluids erupted again, spraying against the altar and his thighs, creating a cultural slick mess. The sight of her breaking so completely, of her body betraying her so utterly, was the final straw.
With a guttural roar, Tianmo slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock throbbed violently, the head expanding as he released his load for the second time.
"Take it all!"
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Another flood of hot, potent essence erupted from him, filling her womb to the bursting point. The energy was denser this time, more concentrated, a spiritual tsunami that crashed against the shores of her sanity.
"AYAAAAHHH!♡♡♡"
Madam Zhu's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out as she felt the heat flood her insides. It was too much; her body couldn't handle it. Her vision went white, and darkness claimed her.
She slumped forward, unconscious, her body still twitching in the aftershocks of the climax.
Tianmo held her there for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the last remnants of his release. He could feel her walls fluttering weakly around him, trying to milk him even in unconsciousness. It was a testament to her body's new training, a reflex born of the brutal conditioning he had just subjected her to.
Taming successful.
He pulled out slowly, the wet, lewd sound echoing in the silent hall. A thick river of white essence followed, gushing out of her gaping, ruined entrance and pooling on the floor beneath her.