The grand ball slowly wound down, the last notes of the orchestra fading into a soft, contented hum that mirrored the mood of the satisfied guests. One by one, the nobles and dignitaries took their leave, offering final, fawning congratulations to their hosts. The immense hall, which had been a sea of vibrant life and political power, gradually emptied, leaving behind only the lingering scent of wine and perfume and the soft glow of a thousand spirit lamps.
Finally, only the family remained. Ning Fengzhi stood with his two sworn brothers, a look of profound, paternal pride on his handsome face as he watched the trio.
"It was a beautiful ceremony," he said, his voice warm. "Go on, you three. Enjoy your night. You have earned it."
Zhang Tian offered a respectful bow to his new father-in-law and the two powerful Douluos. He then turned to his two beautiful fiancées, a slow, promising smile spreading across his face. He took each of their hands in his, his touch sending a jolt of pure, electric anticipation through them both.
Without a word, he led them away from the grand hall, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished marble floors as they made their way back to the quiet, secluded wing that housed his private chambers.
The moment the heavy, soundproofed door to his suite clicked shut, the formal, public atmosphere of the engagement evaporated, replaced by a thick, palpable tension. The air was heavy with unspoken promises and the simmering heat of a desire that had been held in check for far too long.
The suite was a masterpiece of opulence, a vast, circular room lit by the soft, warm glow of a dozen spirit lamps. A massive, circular bed, piled high with plush silk pillows and soft, fur blankets, dominated the center of the room, an unspoken invitation.
Ning Rongrong's heart was hammering against her ribs, a frantic, happy rhythm. She looked from the bed to Zhang Tian, a brilliant, nervous blush coloring her cheeks. "So…" she began, her voice a little breathless. "What… what do we do now?"
Zhang Tian just chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate in the very air. He didn't answer with words. He slowly raised her hand to his lips and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against her knuckles. Then he did the same for Zhu Zhuqing.
He released their hands and took a step back. "Tonight," he said, his voice a low, intimate murmur, "we celebrate our new beginning." He slowly began to unfasten the intricate clasps of his own formal azure robes.
The two girls watched him, their breath catching in their throats.
"Not so fast, you," Ning Rongrong said, her initial nervousness giving way to her usual, playful boldness. She stepped forward and swatted his hands away. "That's our job."
Zhu Zhuqing moved to his other side, a silent, predatory grace in her movements. Her dark eyes were burning with a possessive fire. "That's right," she purred, her voice a low, sultry melody. "You belong to us tonight."
What followed was a slow, sensual, and deeply intimate ritual of undressing.
Zhu Zhuqing's slender, skilled fingers went to work on the buttons of his robes, her touch deliberate and teasing. With each button she undid, she would lean in, her magnificent, heavy breasts brushing against his arm, her warm breath ghosting across his skin.
Ning Rongrong, not to be outdone, moved behind him. She began to untie the silk sash at his waist, her own fingers "accidentally" tracing the hard, chiseled lines of his back and the taut curve of his ass through the fine fabric.
"Mmm… you feel so strong," she murmured, her voice a happy, appreciative sound.
Soon, his outer robes fell away, pooling at his feet. He stood before them in just his trousers and a thin, white undershirt that did little to hide the powerful, athletic physique beneath.
"Now for you two," he growled, a wicked grin on his face.
He turned first to Ning Rongrong. His hands went to the intricate, diamond-studded clasps at the back of her gown. As he worked them free, he leaned in, his lips finding the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, just below her ear.
"Ahh…" A soft, shivery gasp escaped her lips, her body trembling at his touch. "Zhang Tian… that tickles…"
The heavy, silver gown slid from her shoulders, pooling around her ankles in a shimmering heap. She stood before him in nothing but a delicate, lacy set of undergarments that barely contained her perfect, budding curves. Her body, which had been that of a slender girl just a few months ago, had blossomed. Her breasts were now perfectly sized and large, full and round, her waist was a slender, delicate curve, and her hips had a new, womanly flare.
He then turned to Zhu Zhuqing. Her crimson dress was a simpler affair, held up by a single, hidden zipper at the back. As he slid the zipper down, the silk parted, revealing the flawless, pale skin of her back. The dress fell away, and the world seemed to hold its breath.
She was a masterpiece. A vision of pure, unadulterated, voluptuous sensuality. Her breasts were magnificent, two very large, heavy melons of pale, soft flesh, crowned with hard, erect pink nipples. Her waist was impossibly slender, a perfect hourglass curve that flowed into hips and an ass that were full, round, and so perfectly curvaceous they seemed to defy the laws of nature.
Zhang Tian felt his own breath catch in his throat. His dick, already half-hard with anticipation, now strained painfully against the confines of his trousers.
He reached out and, with a single, swift motion, he stripped off his remaining clothes. He stood before them, naked and magnificent, his body a testament to his relentless training, his erection a thick, hard spear of pure, unadulterated desire.
The two girls stared, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and a delicious, thrilling fear.
"Come here," he commanded, his voice a low, husky growl.
They moved to the massive, circular bed, a tangle of naked limbs and shared, heated breaths. The foreplay was a beautiful, chaotic symphony of three bodies learning each other.
He kissed Ning Rongrong, his tongue plundering her mouth with a deep, possessive passion, while his hands roamed freely over Zhu Zhuqing's magnificent body, squeezing her plump ass, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
"Ahh… Zhang Tian…" Zhu Zhuqing moaned, her head thrown back as his fingers found her wet, waiting pussy.
He then shifted his attention, his mouth leaving Ning Rongrong's to find Zhu Zhuqing's in an equally searing kiss, while his other hand moved to explore Ning Rongrong's own body, cupping her perfect, large breasts, his thumb stroking her nipple until it was a hard, erect peak.
"Mmmph… be gentle…" Ning Rongrong whimpered, her body a live wire of new, overwhelming sensations. She was scared, but also incredibly, thrillingly excited.
Zhu Zhuqing, however, was a creature of pure, unadulterated lust. She straddled his hips, her wet pussy grinding against his stomach, her hands exploring his hard, athletic body with a desperate, hungry fervor.
"Hurry up, you two…" she panted, her voice a low, guttural sound of pure need. "Mmm… don't make me wait all night… I want you inside me, Zhang Tian… I want to feel your big cock fill me up…"
Her blatant, lustful words sent a fresh wave of heat through the other two. Ning Rongrong's fear was being consumed by a rising tide of her own desire.
Zhang Tian chuckled, a low, dark sound. He pushed Zhu Zhuqing gently to the side and turned his full, undivided attention to Ning Rongrong.
He moved over her, his body caging hers. He looked down at her, at her flushed cheeks and wide, nervous eyes.
"It's time, Rongrong," he said softly, his voice a gentle, reassuring murmur. "I'm going to be your first. Just relax for me. I'll be gentle."
She looked up at him, her heart filled with a profound, overwhelming love. She gave a small, trembling nod.
He positioned himself between her legs. He took his large, erect dick in his hand and slowly, carefully, he pushed the swollen head against her wet, virgin entrance.
She gasped as she felt the blunt pressure, her body instinctively tensing.
"Shhh… I've got you," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her deeply.
As his tongue filled her mouth, he pushed.
A sharp, searing pain shot through her. "Ahhh!" A small, pained cry was torn from her lips, muffled by his kiss. She felt a tearing sensation, the breaking of her hymen, a warm trickle of blood between her legs. He was inside her. He was so big, so thick. She felt stretched, filled to the absolute limit.
He held still, letting her body adjust to the invasion. While he waited, his hand, as promised, did not remain idle. It moved to the side, finding the magnificent, heavy breast of a very eager and impatient Zhu Zhuqing. He squeezed her boob, his thumb teasing her hard nipple.
Zhu Zhuqing let out a low, frustrated moan. "Mmmph…"
Ning Rongrong, feeling his touch on her friend, was brought back from the haze of her own pain. A strange, thrilling feeling washed over her. She looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was watching them with dark, hungry eyes, and then back at Zhang Tian.
"It's… it's okay," she whispered, her voice a little shaky. "You can… you can move now."
He began to move, slowly at first, his thrusts gentle and shallow. The initial, sharp pain began to recede, replaced by a strange, new sensation. A deep, stretching fullness that was not entirely unpleasant.
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful. The strange, new sensation began to morph, to sharpen. It was becoming… pleasure. A deep, rhythmic pleasure that started low in her belly and began to spread outwards in warm, pulsing waves.
"Ahh… Zhang Tian… that feels…" she gasped, her hands clutching his broad shoulders.
He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, his tongue and teeth a delightful torment. The combination of sensations was too much. Her mind went blank. Her body arched off the bed, a high, keening moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure escaping her lips as her first orgasm ripped through her, her tight, virgin pussy clenching around his dick in a series of exquisite spasms.
Her climax was the trigger for his own. With a low, guttural growl, he thrust deep one last time, his own release flooding her, filling her tight channel with his hot, thick seed.
He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breathing ragged. He rolled off, pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply.
"Was it okay?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur against her hair.
She could only nod, her body a boneless, quivering mess of bliss.
From the other side of the bed, a low, impatient growl was heard. "Finally. My turn."
Zhu Zhuqing was on him in an instant. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, her dark eyes burning with a possessive, hungry fire.
"Don't you dare be gentle with me, Zhang Tian," she commanded, her voice a low, husky purr. "I want all of it. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk."
She took his still-hard cock in her hand and, with a single, fluid motion, she impaled herself on him.
A sharp, tearing pain shot through her, even more intense than Ning Rongrong's. She was even tighter. But she didn't cry out. She just gasped, her eyes widening for a second, a single, silent tear of pain and pleasure tracing a path down her cheek.
And then, she began to move.
Their lovemaking was a storm. It was a raw, violent, and beautiful clash of two powerful, passionate souls. She rode him with a wild, untamed energy, her magnificent breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust, her moans loud and unrestrained.
He met her every movement with equal fervor, his hands squeezing her ass, his hips bucking up to meet hers. Ning Rongrong watched from the side, her own body still tingling from her own climax, a fascinated, blushing spectator to the raw, animalistic passion of her two lovers.
They came together, a simultaneous, explosive release, their screams of pleasure mingling in the quiet room.
He pulled out of her, and she collapsed onto his chest, a sated, purring cat.
But the night was far from over.
The first act had broken the dam, and a flood of pent-up desire was unleashed. For the rest of the night, he was a tireless, insatiable Emperor, and they were his willing, eager Empresses.
He took them both again and again, in every position they could imagine. He fucked Ning Rongrong from behind, his hands squeezing her perfect breasts as she screamed his name into the pillows. He had Zhu Zhuqing on her back, her long, stocking-clad legs wrapped around his shoulders as he pounded into her pussy with a brutal, relentless rhythm.
They explored each other, they laughed, they loved. The room was filled with the slick sound of their bodies, their unrestrained moans, and the sweet, musky scent of their passion. It was a night of firsts, a night of conquest, a night that sealed their bond not just in promise, but in the flesh. The trio had truly, finally, become one.
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A/N: Check out my other novels like "Harem Master: Seduction System" and the "Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist" and I hope you like this story and those stories as well.
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