His hand moved to her breast again, this time with deliberate intention. Sam's fingers traced the delicate curve beneath, feeling the weight of her flesh before circling upward toward the peaked nipple. Youzhen's breath caught as his thumb brushed across the sensitive bud, her body responding despite her mind's uncertainty.
"So responsive," he murmured, watching goosebumps rise across her pale skin.
Unlike the practiced courtesans who had warmed his bed for years, Youzhen's reactions were genuine—unfiltered by experience or performance. Her sharp intake of breath when he pinched her nipple, the way her back arched slightly when his palm cupped her fully—all revealed a canvas of untouched sensitivity.
Sam felt a curious stirring of interest beyond the physical. This girl—this fragment of his own genetic heritage—responded to his touch with an authenticity he'd forgotten existed. His enhanced perception caught every microexpression crossing her features: apprehension battling curiosity, determination wrestling with natural modesty.
He leaned down, replacing his fingers with his mouth. His tongue circled her nipple before drawing it between his lips, sucking firmly enough to make her gasp. The sound—half-surprise, half-pleasure—echoed in the chamber as her hands instinctively rose to his shoulders, neither pushing away nor pulling closer.
"Oh!" The exclamation escaped her lips as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak.
His free hand moved to her other breast, kneading the soft flesh while his mouth continued its assault on the first. Youzhen's breathing quickened, her inexperienced body overwhelmed by dual sensations. When he bit down slightly harder, her nails dug into his shoulders through the thin silk of his robe.
Sam switched his attention to her neglected breast, his mouth closing around the stiffened nipple while his fingers continued teasing the first, now wet from his tongue. The princess squirmed beneath him, her composure cracking further as unfamiliar pleasure coursed through her body.
His hand traced downward, following the gentle curve of her ribs to the slight dip of her waist, then over the subtle flare of her hip. Her skin was impossibly soft, unmarked by any imperfection—the result of a lifetime sheltered from sun and physical labor. His fingers trailed across her lower abdomen, feeling the muscles tense beneath his touch.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice low but firm.
Hesitation flickered across her face, but duty—or curiosity—prevailed. Slowly, she parted her thighs, exposing herself fully to his gaze. The dark triangle of hair between her legs was neat and trimmed—the work of palace attendants who maintained imperial bodies according to ancient standards of beauty.
Sam's hand moved between her thighs, fingers trailing along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before reaching her core. She was already wet—her body responding to his manipulations despite any mental reservations. His middle finger slid through her folds, gathering moisture before circling the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex.
"Ah!" Youzhen's hips jerked at the contact, unprepared for the intensity.
"So sensitive," Sam observed, continuing the circular motion with practiced precision. "Your body knows what it wants even if you don't."
He increased the pressure slightly, watching her reactions with keen interest. Her head tilted back, exposing the elegant line of her throat as her breathing grew more erratic. When his finger dipped lower, teasing her entrance without penetrating, her hips lifted instinctively toward the contact.
"Please," she whispered, the word escaping before she could contain it.
"Please what?" Sam asked, continuing his teasing exploration. "You'll have to be specific, princess."
Youzhen bit her lip, imperial dignity warring with physical need. "I don't... I don't know what..."
Instead of answering, Sam slowly pushed a single finger inside her, feeling the tight resistance of untouched flesh. Her inner walls clenched around the intrusion, virgin muscles simultaneously resisting and welcoming. He watched her face carefully as he began moving his finger in and out, establishing a gentle rhythm while his thumb continued circling her clit.
"Oh heavens," she gasped, her formal speech patterns disintegrating as pleasure built within her.
Sam added a second finger, stretching her carefully as he maintained the dual stimulation. Youzhen's composure fractured further, small moans escaping with each breath as her hips began moving in counterpoint to his hand. Her eyes had fallen closed, dark lashes fanning against flushed cheeks as she surrendered to sensation.
With calculated precision, Sam activated his passive psionic abilities, creating a subtle energy field that heightened nerve responses. The effect was immediate—Youzhen's eyes flew open, a shocked cry tearing from her throat as intensified pleasure surged through her body.
"What... what are you..." she gasped, unable to complete the thought as enhanced sensation overwhelmed her.
Sam increased his pace, fingers thrusting more firmly while his thumb pressed harder against her clit. The combination of physical stimulation and psionic enhancement drove her rapidly toward climax, her body tensing as pressure built at her core.
"Let go," he instructed, feeling her tightening around his fingers. "Don't fight it."
The orgasm hit her with devastating force. Youzhen cried out, her back arching sharply as waves of pleasure crashed through her virgin body. Her inner walls pulsed around his fingers, gripping tightly as her hips bucked against his hand. Sam maintained steady pressure, prolonging the sensation until she collapsed back against the silk bedding, trembling and disoriented.
Before she could recover, he shifted his position, spreading her thighs wider as he settled between them. His robe had fallen open, revealing his fully erect cock—the silvery lines marking his enhanced physiology pulsing subtly along its considerable length. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head parting her folds as he pressed forward slightly.
For a moment, time seemed suspended as Sam looked down at the princess spread beneath him. Genetic memory flashed through his perfect recall: this girl would eventually become the matriarch of a bloodline leading directly to his own birth. This virgin princess, trembling on the cusp of womanhood, carried the DNA that would—through centuries of chance and circumstance—create Zhu Lihua, his mother.
He was about to claim his own maternal ancestor.
The thought should have given him pause—most humans would recoil at such a transgression of natural order. But Sam had long ago transcended conventional morality. The same being who had been prepared to dismember her father had no qualms about this particular taboo. If anything, the forbidden nature of the act heightened his arousal, his cock twitching against her wet entrance.
"This will hurt," he stated simply, hands gripping her hips firmly.
Youzhen nodded, her eyes wide but determined. "I understand."
With one powerful thrust, Sam breached her maidenhead, pushing halfway into her tight channel. The princess cried out sharply, pain momentarily overwhelming the pleasure his psionic enhancement provided. Sam held still, allowing her body to adjust while savoring the exquisite tightness gripping his cock.
Blood and virgin wetness mingled around his shaft, marking the claiming of royal flesh that had been protected and preserved for political alliance. Instead, it was being taken by a being outside of time itself—a cosmic irony that amused some detached part of Sam's consciousness.
"Breathe," he instructed as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. "The pain will pass."
Slowly, her breathing steadied, the initial shock of penetration fading as her body accommodated his invasion. When her expression shifted from pain to wary acceptance, Sam pushed forward, seating himself fully within her. The sensation was extraordinary—her virgin channel stretched tight around every inch of his enhanced cock, her internal heat enveloping him completely.
"Fuck," he muttered, the rare profanity escaping as pleasure surged through his own nervous system.
For all his experience, for all the expert courtesans who had served his appetites, nothing compared to this moment. Something about claiming this particular woman—this specific genetic link in his own creation—triggered responses beyond simple physical pleasure. It was as if some primordial part of him recognized the significance of this union, however twisted its nature.
Gradually, he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before pushing back in with measured control. Youzhen whimpered, her body still adjusting to his considerable size, but his psionic enhancement ensured that pleasure quickly overtook discomfort. With each thrust, her resistance lessened, her channel softening to accommodate his invasion.
"Tight," Sam growled, feeling her inner walls gripping his shaft with each withdrawal. "Like you were made for my cock."
The irony of his statement—that he was in fact made from her genetic lineage—added a perverse thrill to his words. Youzhen couldn't possibly understand the multilayered significance of their coupling, but Sam's perfect recall encompassed all of it: past, present, and the twisted loops of causality that had brought them to this moment.
As his pace increased, Youzhen's discomfort transformed fully into pleasure. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as she instinctively sought anchor against the overwhelming sensations. Small gasps escaped her lips with each thrust, her body learning to move with his rhythm rather than resist it.
"Yes," she breathed, the simple affirmation revealing her surrender to physical pleasure. "Oh... heavens..."
Sam shifted his angle, driving deeper with each stroke to strike the most sensitive spots within her channel. The change drew a sharp cry from Youzhen as intense pleasure radiated through her core. Her legs wrapped around his waist unconsciously, pulling him deeper as her body sought maximum contact.
"That's it," he encouraged, feeling her response intensify. "Take all of me."
His hands moved to grip her thighs, pushing them wider to allow even deeper penetration. The position exposed her completely, allowing him to watch his cock disappearing into her with each powerful thrust. The visual stimulation—his enhanced shaft stretching her pink flesh, blood and arousal coating his length—added to his building pleasure.
Youzhen's second climax approached rapidly, her inexperienced body unable to withstand the combination of physical stimulation and psionic enhancement. Her inner walls began to flutter around him, preliminary contractions signaling impending release.
"I feel... something's happening," she gasped, eyes wide with confusion and anticipation.
"You're going to come again," Sam informed her, maintaining his steady rhythm. "Don't fight it."
The orgasm crashed through her with even greater force than the first, her body convulsing beneath him as pleasure overwhelmed her nervous system. Her inner walls clamped around his cock in rhythmic pulses, her back arching sharply as she cried out. Sam continued thrusting through her climax, extending the sensation beyond natural parameters through his psionic manipulation.
Only when she collapsed back, completely overwhelmed, did he slow his pace momentarily. Looking down at her flushed face, eyes glazed with pleasure, hair spread wildly across the silk bedding, Sam felt an unfamiliar surge of satisfaction beyond mere physical release.
"We're just getting started," he informed her, pulling out completely. "Turn over."
Youzhen blinked up at him in confusion, her mind still clouded by orgasmic afterglow. "What?"
"On your hands and knees," he clarified, gesturing impatiently. "Now."
With shaky movements, she complied, rolling onto her stomach before pushing herself up on trembling limbs. The position displayed her from a new angle—the elegant curve of her spine leading to the perfect roundness of her buttocks, still bearing faint red marks from his gripping fingers.
Sam positioned himself behind her, hands appreciatively caressing the smooth globes of her ass before spreading them slightly. From this angle, he could see both her entrances—the pink pucker of her ass and the swollen, well-used opening of her cunt, still leaking virgin blood mixed with her arousal.
"Just so you know," he said conversationally as he aligned his cock with her entrance, "I've been saving the best for last."
"The... best?" Youzhen managed, looking back over her shoulder with uncertainty.
"The imperial princesses," Sam clarified, pushing forward slowly to reclaim her tight channel. "I've had countless women in this palace—concubines, servants, even noble ladies visiting court. But never a princess of the royal blood like you have observed."
He seated himself fully with one powerful thrust, drawing a sharp cry from Youzhen as he filled her completely from this new angle. The position allowed even deeper penetration, his cock pressing against new spots inside her that triggered fresh waves of pleasure.
"I think I will have all of you," he continued, establishing a harder rhythm than before. "Every Zhu princess will spread her legs for me before I'm done."
His hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back to meet each forward thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the chamber as he took her with increasing force, abandoning the earlier care he'd shown with her virgin body.
"But you'll always be my favorite," he added, one hand snaking forward to find her clit as he maintained his powerful thrusts. "The first princess to take my cock. The one who offered herself willingly."
Youzhen moaned helplessly, her arms trembling with the effort of supporting herself against his forceful penetration. Each thrust drove her forward, only to be pulled back firmly by his grip on her hip. The dual stimulation of his cock filling her completely while his fingers circled her sensitive bud quickly rebuilt the pressure of approaching climax.
"Every one of your imperial sisters will moan like wanton sluts under my touch," Sam continued, his words punctuated by particularly deep thrusts. "Just like you're doing now. Royal blood means nothing when you're being fucked properly."
His crude language—so at odds with the refined atmosphere of the imperial palace—somehow heightened Youzhen's arousal. No man had ever spoken to her this way, treating her as flesh rather than icon. The degradation should have horrified her imperial sensibilities, yet instead it freed some primitive part of her that responded to his dominance.
"Yes," she gasped, shocking herself with her response. "Please..."
Sam smiled darkly, recognizing her surrender. His fingers increased their pressure on her clit as his thrusts grew even more powerful. "Beg for it, princess. Beg for my cock."
"Please," she repeated, dignity forgotten as pleasure built within her. "Please don't stop."
"Better," he acknowledged, rewarding her with a particularly deep thrust that made her cry out. "But not quite what I asked for."
Youzhen hesitated only briefly before desire overcame pride. "Please... fuck me harder. I need your cock."
The words—so forbidden, so contrary to her entire upbringing—broke the final barrier of her resistance. As if saying them aloud granted permission to her body, her third orgasm built rapidly, even more powerful than those before.
"Good girl," Sam approved, increasing his pace to match her need. "Now come for me again."
His psionic enhancement surged, amplifying her sensations beyond normal parameters. Youzhen screamed as pleasure exploded through her nervous system, her inner walls convulsing around his driving cock. Her arms gave out, upper body collapsing onto the silk bedding while her hips remained elevated in his grip.
Sam continued fucking her through the climax, his own release building but still under precise control. He watched her writhing beneath him, face pressed against the silken sheets, moans muffled against expensive fabric as her body surrendered completely to his mastery.
Only when her contractions began to subside did he withdraw, flipping her onto her back again with casual strength. Her face was flushed, eyes unfocused, lips parted as she gasped for breath. He positioned himself between her splayed thighs once more, reentering her with a single smooth thrust that made her whimper with oversensitivity.
"Look at me," he commanded, one hand gripping her chin to force her gaze to his. "I want you to see who's fucking you when I fill you with my seed."
Youzhen's eyes locked with his—dark imperial eyes meeting his inhuman silver gaze. Something passed between them in that moment—a recognition beyond words, beyond the physical joining of their bodies. Sam felt it like a current of electricity, a connection that transcended the twisted paradox of their genetic relationship.
His rhythm increased, control finally slipping as his own pleasure built toward crescendo. Each thrust drove deeper than the last, his considerable length burying completely within her willing body. Youzhen's legs wrapped around his waist again, her heels pressing against his lower back as if urging him deeper still.
"Take it," he growled, feeling his release approaching. "Take every drop."
With a final powerful thrust, Sam buried himself to the hilt inside her as his climax erupted. Hot pulses of his seed flooded her virgin womb, each spurt accompanied by involuntary jerks of his hips that drove him even deeper. The sensation triggered Youzhen's fourth orgasm, her oversensitized body responding to the heat filling her core.
They remained joined for long moments, both breathing heavily as the intensity of their shared release gradually subsided. Sam's seed leaked from where they remained connected, staining the imperial silks with the evidence of their forbidden coupling.
Finally, he withdrew, his still-hard cock glistening with the combined evidence of their pleasure. Youzhen lay sprawled beneath him, her thighs splayed open, his seed leaking from her well-used opening. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, her formal composure completely shattered by multiple orgasms.
"Clean me," Sam commanded, moving to sit at the edge of the bed.
Youzhen stared at him in confusion, her mind still clouded by intense pleasure. "What?"
"My cock," he clarified, gesturing to his still-erect shaft. "Clean it with your mouth."
Her eyes widened at the crude request, imperial dignity reasserting itself momentarily. "I... that's not..."
"Power takes what it wants," Sam reminded her, his voice hardening. "And right now, I want the future Empress of China on her knees, sucking my cock."
The blunt statement hung in the air between them, highlighting the absurdity of their situation—a royal princess of the Ming Dynasty, potentially the next ruler of the world's most sophisticated civilization, being ordered to perform an act most associated with common prostitutes.
For a moment, Youzhen's expression suggested she might refuse. Then, with remarkable grace despite her physical exhaustion, she rose to her knees and positioned herself between his spread legs. Her movements were tentative but determined as she leaned forward, one hand grasping his shaft to steady it.
"I don't know how..." she admitted, staring at his cock with obvious uncertainty.
"Use your tongue first," Sam instructed, his hand moving to cup the back of her head. "Taste yourself on me."
Hesitantly, Youzhen extended her tongue, licking experimentally along his length. The combined flavors of her virgin blood, her arousal, and his seed created a complex taste that made her brow furrow slightly. Yet she continued, cleaning his shaft with increasingly confident strokes of her tongue.
"Now take it in your mouth," Sam directed, his fingers tangling in her disheveled hair. "As much as you can manage."
Youzhen opened her lips, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. The sensation drew a low groan from Sam—the tight heat of her inexperienced mouth creating a different but equally pleasurable sensation compared to her cunt. He allowed her to set her own pace initially, watching as she gradually took more of his length, adjusting to the unfamiliar intrusion.
"Use your hand on what doesn't fit," he suggested, guiding her fingers to wrap around the base of his shaft.
She followed his instruction, establishing a rhythm between her mouth and hand that quickly rebuilt his arousal. For all her inexperience, she was a quick learner, responding to his subtle cues and adjusting her technique accordingly.
"Look at me," Sam commanded.
Youzhen raised her eyes to meet his gaze, her lips stretched around his cock, her expression a mixture of determination and submission. The image was powerfully erotic—a royal princess on her knees, servicing him with the same mouth that would soon issue imperial edicts.
"This is what real power looks like," Sam told her, his hand tightening in her hair. "Not thrones, not titles. This—a princess of the Ming Dynasty sucking cock because I demanded it."
He began guiding her movements more forcefully, setting a pace that had her struggling to accommodate him. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as his cock pushed deeper, testing the limits of her inexperienced mouth. Yet she didn't resist, allowing him to use her as he wished.
"That's it," he encouraged, feeling his second climax approaching. "Take it deeper."
Youzhen tried to comply, relaxing her throat as best she could while he pushed further. When he felt himself touch the back of her throat, her instinctive gag reflex triggered. Sam pulled back slightly, allowing her to recover before pressing forward again.
"I'm going to come in your mouth," he informed her, his rhythm increasing. "And you're going to swallow every drop."
Her eyes widened at this announcement, but she had no opportunity to object. With a low groan, Sam reached his second climax, his seed pulsing into her mouth in hot spurts. Youzhen's eyes watered as she struggled to swallow the unfamiliar substance, some escaping to trickle down her chin despite her efforts.
When the last pulse subsided, Sam released his grip on her hair, allowing her to pull back. She gasped for breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in an unconsciously vulgar gesture that seemed shockingly out of place on an imperial princess.
"Not bad for your first time," Sam assessed, his cock finally beginning to soften. "You'll improve with practice."
Youzhen stared up at him, her imperial composure utterly shattered. With her hair wild around her shoulders, her lips swollen from his use, and his seed staining her chin, she bore little resemblance to the dignified princess who had entered his chambers hours earlier.
"Is it... are we finished?" she asked, her voice hoarse from her recent activities.
Sam laughed, the sound genuinely amused. "Not even close, princess. The night is still young, and I have so much more to teach you."
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "But you've already... twice..."
"My stamina is not bound by human limitations," Sam informed her, his cock already beginning to harden again before her astonished eyes. "We've barely scratched the surface of what I intend to do with you."
Understanding dawned in her expression—a mixture of apprehension and reluctant anticipation. Whatever bargain she had thought she was making when she offered herself had clearly exceeded her expectations.
"Come here," Sam commanded, pulling her up from her knees to straddle his lap. His semi-hard cock pressed against her still-sensitive core, drawing a small gasp from her exhausted body. "Your political education is just beginning."
He claimed her lips in a demanding kiss, tasting the lingering evidence of his seed in her mouth. His hands gripped her hips, positioning her above his rapidly hardening shaft.
"Remember," he murmured against her lips as he guided her down onto his cock once more. "Power takes what it wants."
Youzhen moaned as he filled her again, her oversensitized body somehow responding despite her exhaustion. As she began moving atop him, guided by his strong hands, she understood that whatever the political outcome of their arrangement, she had entered territory from which there was no return.
For hours, Sam claimed every inch of her body, teaching her pleasures and positions she had never imagined existed. He took her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her with supernatural strength. He bent her over his writing desk, royal documents scattering as he pounded into her from behind. He arranged her on all fours again, this time using his fingers to prepare her other entrance before claiming that forbidden territory as well.
Through it all, Youzhen's resistance crumbled completely. What had begun as political calculation transformed into something neither had anticipated—a surrender so complete that it transcended the physical act itself. By the time pale dawn light filtered through paper windows, the princess who had entered his chambers as a virgin had been thoroughly and irrevocably claimed.
They lay tangled in silk sheets stained with the evidence of their marathon coupling—her virgin blood, his seed, their combined sweat and other fluids marking the imperial bedding like a carnal battlefield map. Youzhen's body bore similar marks—light bruises on her hips and thighs, reddened flesh where his mouth had sucked too hard, subtle abrasions where stubble had scraped delicate skin.
"Do we have an agreement?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sam traced idle patterns across her bare shoulder, considering her question with uncharacteristic thoughtfulness. The night had altered something between them—a shift he hadn't anticipated when she first proposed their bargain.
"Yes," he finally answered. "I'll support your claim to the throne."
Youzhen's eyes closed briefly in relief, though her expression suggested she understood the full weight of what she had committed to. "Thank you."
Sam's fingers tightened slightly on her shoulder, drawing her attention back to his silver eyes. "But understand this clearly: I don't support you because of what happened between us tonight. I support you because you've demonstrated something far more valuable than sexual submission."
"What?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her exhausted features.
"The capacity to sacrifice personal dignity for greater purpose," Sam replied, his expression unreadable. "You came here prepared to trade your body for power, believing the exchange ended with physical submission. But true power demands more—the willingness to do whatever is necessary, regardless of personal cost."
Youzhen nodded slowly, understanding dawning in her eyes. "The empire must come first."
"Precisely," Sam agreed. "Your brother would sacrifice the empire for personal pleasure. You're willing to sacrifice yourself for the empire's survival. That makes you the better ruler—not your body, not your cleverness, not even your education."
He rose from the bed, his naked form silhouetted against the early morning light streaming through the windows. Unlike Youzhen, whose body showed evidence of their night together, Sam's enhanced physiology had already eliminated any marks or signs of exertion.
"The court will assemble in three days to discuss succession," he informed her, reaching for his discarded robe. "I suggest you return to your chambers and prepare accordingly."
Youzhen sat up slowly, wincing slightly as her well-used body protested the movement. "And you will speak for me?"
"I'll do more than speak," Sam promised, his silver eyes reflecting the dawn light with otherworldly intensity.