The air in the opulent suite was thick with the aftermath of their passion. The scent of sex, a musky, sweet aroma, mingled with the faint fragrance of flowers from the grand hall. They lay tangled in the silk sheets of the massive circular bed, a beautiful, chaotic heap of naked limbs and sweat-slicked skin.
Ning Rongrong was a boneless, quivering mess. She lay sprawled on her stomach, her face buried in a plush pillow, her breathing a series of soft, ragged pants. Her entire body ached with a deep, thrumming soreness she had never known, a pain that was strangely, wonderfully, intertwined with the memory of the blissful release that had shattered her world. A blissful smile was plastered on her face, her eyes closed in a state of exhausted contentment.
Zhu Zhuqing, in stark contrast, seemed to have drawn energy from the very act that had depleted her friend. She lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, her dark hair a wild, beautiful mess around her shoulders. Her dark eyes, usually so cool and composed, were now burning with a possessive, hungry fire as she watched Zhang Tian. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her magnificent, heavy breasts, making them look like two perfect, pale melons in the soft lamplight.
Zhang Tian lay on his back between them, his own breathing deep and steady, though a fine sheen of sweat covered his chiseled torso. He felt a profound sense of satisfaction, a deep, primal contentment that went beyond mere physical release. He had claimed them. They were his.
He reached out, his hands finding their bodies in the dim light. He gently stroked Ning Rongrong's back, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine. He then moved his other hand to Zhu Zhuqing's hip, his thumb drawing lazy circles on the soft, warm skin.
Zhu Zhuqing purred, a low, contented sound deep in her throat, and pressed herself against his hand like a cat seeking affection.
Ning Rongrong just let out a soft, sleepy moan, too exhausted to even respond properly.
Zhang Tian smiled. He felt a surge of energy, his body, forged by immortal herbs and a peerless cultivation technique, already recovering from the exertion. He was far from finished.
He slowly sat up, the movement causing the two girls to stir. He leaned over Ning Rongrong, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Ready for round two, my little princess?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Or have you had enough of your husband already?"
Ning Rongrong's eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, at the raw, unsated hunger in his blue eyes, and her heart gave a nervous, excited leap. A part of her, the sore, aching part, wanted to just curl up and sleep for a week. But another part, the proud, competitive part that hated to lose, especially in front of Zhu Zhuqing, refused to back down.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, a difficult, painful effort. "Hmph," she declared, her voice a little shaky but filled with a forced bravado. "I can go all night!"
Her trembling legs, however, told a different story.
He just chuckled, a low, dark sound. "That's my girl."
He gently pushed her onto her back and moved between her legs once more. This time, he was slower, more deliberate. He took her in a slow, deep missionary position, his hands exploring her body, his thumbs stroking her breasts, his lips trailing a fiery path down her neck. He wanted to make this round about her pleasure, to ease her into this new world of sensation.
While he was focused on Ning Rongrong, a warm, soft pressure suddenly pressed against his back.
Zhu Zhuqing, who had been watching them with a hungry, impatient gaze, had moved. She crawled behind him, her movements silent and predatory. She pressed her naked, magnificent body against his back, her huge, soft tits rubbing all over his shoulders and spine, her nipples hard, erect peaks that teased his skin.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her warm breath a ghosting caress.
"Mmm… you feel so good moving inside her…" she purred, her voice a low, sultry melody that was pure, unadulterated seduction. "Does her tight little pussy feel as good as my big boobs feel on your back, my dear husband? Tell me…"
Zhang Tian groaned, a low, guttural sound torn from his throat. His rhythm faltered, his hips stilling for a moment as a fresh, violent wave of lust crashed over him. The feeling of her magnificent tits on his back, combined with the tight, wet heat of Ning Rongrong's pussy around his cock… it was a sensory overload that threatened to shatter his control.
Ning Rongrong felt the change in his thrusts, felt the sudden, new tension in his body. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder, and her eyes widened in a mixture of shock, indignation, and a strange, thrilling excitement. She saw Zhu Zhuqing, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, shamelessly rubbing her magnificent breasts all over their husband's back.
"Zhuqing… you… you shameless hussy…" Ning Rongrong panted, her face flushing a deep, beautiful crimson. But there was no real anger in her voice. Only a raw, competitive fire. She wrapped her legs tighter around Zhang Tian's waist, her own hips beginning to move in a desperate, demanding rhythm. "Ahh! Zhang Tian, faster! Don't let her distract you! I'm the one you're fucking right now!"
Her jealousy and excitement mingled, a potent aphrodisiac that made her already-wet pussy even slicker, her inner walls clenching around his dick with a new, possessive tightness.
Fueled by the shameless stimulation from behind and the desperate, competitive passion from below, Zhang Tian lost himself completely. He began to fuck Ning Rongrong with a renewed, powerful vigor, his thrusts deep and hard.
He came inside her with a roar, a powerful, deep release that sent a tidal wave of pleasure through her. She screamed his name, her own body convulsing around his, her second orgasm a beautiful, shattering explosion that left her seeing stars.
He immediately pulled his still-hard cock out of a trembling, blissed-out Ning Rongrong. He didn't even pause to catch his breath. He flipped over, pulling a very eager Zhu Zhuqing beneath him without missing a beat.
She met him with a wild, hungry passion. She wrapped her long, stocking-clad legs around his waist, her hands clawing at his back, her dark eyes burning with a possessive fire.
"Finally," she panted, her voice a low, guttural sound of pure need. "My turn to ride my darling husband. Don't hold back."
She took his still-hard cock deep inside her with a single, fluid motion, a soft, wet sound echoing in the quiet room. Her hips were already moving in a powerful, grinding rhythm, her moans loud and unrestrained. She rode him with a wild, untamed energy, her large breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust, a magnificent, hypnotic sight.
The night wore on, a blur of tangled limbs and shared, hedonistic pleasure as Zhang Tian would soon climax inside of her tight pussy and Zhuqing would climax soon after.
The middle of the night found them in their third round with Ning Rongrong. She was on her hands and knees, her perfect, heart-shaped ass presented to him as he took her from behind in a rough, primal doggy-style position.
He was deep inside her, his thrusts powerful and relentless. But her body, still so new to this, had reached its limit.
"Ahh! Zhang Tian… please…" she cried out, her voice breaking with a sob. "I can't… it hurts so much now… please be gentle…"
He immediately tried to slow down, his lust momentarily cooled by the genuine pain in her voice. But his stamina, his sheer physical power, was immense. Even his gentle thrusts were too much for her exhausted, over-sensitized body.
She climaxed one last time, a painful, shuddering release that was more agony than ecstasy, before collapsing onto the bed, her body a trembling, boneless heap as she began to sob softly.
Zhang Tian immediately pulled out of her, his own concern overriding his lingering desire. He moved to her side, gently turning her over.
"Rongrong?" he asked, his voice filled with a genuine, worried concern. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
She looked up at him, her beautiful face tear-streaked, but a weak, happy smile touched her lips. "I'm fine…" she whispered, her voice a hoarse, exhausted sound. "Just… so, so sore… and so tired… but it was wonderful…"
Her gaze shifted to Zhu Zhuqing, who was watching them from the other side of the bed, her dark eyes still burning with an unsated hunger.
A small, resigned sigh escaped Ning Rongrong's lips. "You'll… you'll have to take over for me, Zhuqing…" she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "I can't… handle him anymore…"
Zhang Tian's heart ached with a mixture of guilt and a profound, protective affection. He leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly, his lips brushing against her soft, damp skin. He gently pulled a silk blanket over her trembling body.
"Rest now, my love," he said softly. "Just watch."
Zhang Tian turned his full, undivided attention to Zhu Zhuqing.
The atmosphere in the room, which had held a lingering trace of tender firsts and playful competition, shifted in an instant. The air grew heavy, thick with a raw, untamed lust that was as palpable as the heat rising from their skin. The game was over. The hunt was on.
Zhu Zhuqing's dark eyes, which had been watching with a hungry, possessive fire, now seemed to glow in the dim light of the suite. She pushed herself up from the bed, her magnificent naked body a breathtaking silhouette against the soft lamplight. She didn't stand. She began to crawl towards him across the massive circular bed, her movements a perfect, hypnotic imitation of a panther stalking its prey.
Her magnificent, very large breasts swayed with each deliberate movement, their heavy, full globes brushing against the silk sheets. Her hips rolled in a sinuous, promising rhythm, her plump, curvaceous ass a perfect, heart-shaped target.
She stopped just before him, her hands resting on his knees. She looked up at him through her long, dark lashes, a slow, predatory smile gracing her lips.
"Finally," her voice was a low, sultry purr that vibrated deep in his chest. "It's just me and you."
She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting across his still-hard dick.
"Are you ready to really play, my dear husband?"
He didn't answer with words. He reached out, his hands grabbing her by the waist, and pulled her off the bed with a raw, guttural growl. She let out a surprised, delighted shriek as he lifted her from the mattress and slammed her back against the ornate, carved wooden wall of the suite.
The cool, polished wood was a stark contrast to the searing heat of his body pressing against hers. He hiked one of her long, slender legs up, hooking it around his waist, giving him perfect access to her wet, waiting core.
He drove his cock into her pussy with a single, deep, punishing thrust.
"Ahh!" she cried out, her head snapping back against the wall, her eyes squeezed shut as she took all of him at once.
He began to fuck her, his rhythm hard and relentless. The sound of their bodies slapping together, of her wet pussy gripping his dick, echoed in the quiet, opulent room. It was a raw, primal sound that spoke of a lust that had been held in check for far too long.
He leaned in, his teeth finding the soft, sensitive skin of her shoulder. He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but with a possessive force that made her gasp.
"Mmmph… Zhang Tian… yes…" she moaned, her fingers clawing at his broad shoulders.
His free hand moved to her magnificent ass. He smacked her plump, curvaceous buttock, the sharp, stinging sound followed by a deep, satisfying thud. A brilliant red handprint bloomed on her pale, perfect skin.
"Oh, gods!" she screamed, the pain and pleasure mingling into a single, overwhelming sensation.
He fucked her against that wall until she was a trembling, screaming mess, her legs shaking uncontrollably. He felt his own release building, a hot, tight knot low in his belly.
"Zhuqing…" he growled, his thrusts becoming deeper, more frantic.
"Yes! Fill me up! Come inside me!" she begged, her voice a ragged, desperate plea.
With a final, guttural roar, he came, his hot seed flooding her pussy, a powerful, deep release that made her own body convulse around his dick in a mind-shattering orgasm.
He didn't let her rest. He didn't even pull out.
He lifted her, her legs wrapping securely around his waist, her wet pussy still clenched tightly around his cock. She let out a surprised squeak as he began to carry her around the luxurious suite, his hips never ceasing their powerful, rhythmic thrusts.
"Zhang Tian… what are you… ahh… doing?!" she gasped, clinging to him as the world spun around her.
He fucked her as he walked. He pressed her against the heavy, velvet curtains, the soft fabric a strange contrast to the raw, primal act. He carried her past a large, gilded mirror, and for a moment, she saw their reflection. A handsome, powerful man, his body a masterpiece of corded muscle, and a beautiful, voluptuous woman, her body a sinuous canvas of pleasure and abandon, locked together in a carnal, beautiful dance.
The sight of them, of him buried so deep inside her, of the raw, possessive look on his face, sent another wave of intense, dizzying pleasure through her.
"I'm… I'm close again…" she panted, her voice cracking. "Please… I'm going to come…"
"Then come for me, Zhuqing," he growled, his own voice thick and ragged. "Scream my name."
His final thrusts were deep and powerful, and as he felt her pussy clench around his dick in another screaming climax, he came again, his release a hot, messy affair against the soft velvet of the curtains.
He carried her to the plush chaise lounge near the window and gently laid her down, her body a boneless, quivering heap of sated flesh. He spread her legs wide, and without a moment's hesitation, he was inside her again.
"Oh gods, Zhang Tian! Yes!" she screamed, her voice now hoarse. "Deeper! Don't you dare stop! Fuck me harder!"
He obeyed, his hips a relentless piston of pure, unadulterated lust. His hands moved to her magnificent, heavy breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his thumbs teasing her hard, erect nipples. He looked down at her, at her beautiful face, twisted in a mask of pure, ecstatic pleasure, at her magnificent tits, jiggling with every powerful thrust, and a deep, possessive satisfaction filled him.
He came inside her again, his third release of this relentless assault, her own screams of pleasure his reward.
From the massive bed across the room, a pair of beautiful, half-lidded eyes watched the proceedings. Ning Rongrong had been woken by their loud, unrestrained moans. She lay there, her own body still aching, and watched them.
She was not jealous. She was fascinated.
'They're like two wild spirit beasts,' she thought, a weak, amazed smile on her face. 'The way he takes her… the way she screams for him… they're perfect for each other.' A wave of profound relief washed over her. 'I'm so glad Zhuqing is here. I would have died.'
The first hints of dawn were beginning to paint the sky in shades of pale grey and pink. The long night of passion was drawing to a close, but the Emperor was not yet sated.
Zhang Tian was finally starting to feel the strain of his long, hedonistic marathon. His breathing was heavy, his athletic body was slick with sweat, but his pace was still relentless.
He pulled his slick cock out of Zhuqing's dripping pussy. She let out a soft, disappointed whimper.
He knelt before her on the chaise lounge, his eyes burning with a new, different kind of hunger.
"Your mouth, Zhuqing," he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble.
She immediately obeyed. She crawled towards him and took his entire length deep down her throat without a moment's hesitation. Her head bobbed in a practiced, skillful rhythm that drove him to the brink of madness. He tangled his hands in her long, dark hair, his hips bucking as he fucked her throat. He came with a roar, his hot, thick load flooding her mouth.
He was hard again almost instantly. He pushed her onto her back on the lounge, her head hanging off the edge. He positioned his dick between her magnificent, heavy tits and began to fuck them, his pace fast and rough.
"Ahh… your boobs… they feel so good…" he groaned. He came again, his seed splattering across her beautiful face and magnificent boobs.
He didn't stop. He pulled her from the lounge and dragged her back to the main bed, to the edge of the mattress. He pushed her onto her back, her curvaceous ass hanging just off the edge, her legs pushed back towards her chest. He entered her pussy again, his thrusts deep and powerful.
He fucked her again, and again, and again. He lost count of the times he came inside her, his seed filling her, overflowing, running down her inner thighs.
By the time the sun was fully risen, casting a warm, golden light into the beautifully chaotic and messy suite, he had climaxed more than twenty times. His seed coated their bodies, stained the silk sheets, and filled their mouths and pussies.
The room was a wreck. Pillows were strewn across the floor. The blankets were a tangled heap. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking.
Zhang Tian and Zhu Zhuqing were collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, both completely and utterly spent. Ning Rongrong, who had woken up sometime during their final marathon, was fast asleep again, a peaceful, contented smile on her face.
Zhu Zhuqing stirred, her body a canvas of glorious aches and blissful soreness. She looked at the magnificent man lying beside her, his breathing finally deep and even.
"Are you… finally… done with me?" she asked, her voice a breathless, satisfied whisper.
He opened his eyes, a faint, triumphant smile on his lips. He pulled her into his arms, her soft, naked body a perfect fit against his.
"For now," he said, his voice a low, exhausted, but happy rumble.
And then, wrapped in each other's arms, they fell into a deep, sated sleep, the first light of a new day filtering through the window, marking the end of their first, legendary night of conquest.
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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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