He looked down at her, at the beautiful Empress who had just offered him her eternal devotion. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face. The night, he knew, was far from over. Her word, "Always," echoed in the room, a sweet promise that ignited a new fire within him. His body was still humming with the aftershocks of their last release, but his cock, incredibly, was already stirring, hardening again.
He leaned down, his eyes locking onto hers, a dark, possessive fire burning in their depths. Her crimson eyes, still wide and slightly dazed from her powerful climax, reflected his intense gaze. He captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss, a kiss that tasted of their mingled sweat, of her unique musk, and the sweet, raw flavor of their passion. Her mouth was soft, yielding, and open to him.
She responded with equal fervor, her arms, still weak but determined, wrapped around his neck. She pulled him closer, her fingers digging gently into the strong muscles of his shoulders. Her hips instinctively shifted, pressing her slick, still-tender pussy against his hard, throbbing erection. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, untamed desire.
He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough for their breaths to mingle, his blue eyes still burning with that dark, possessive fire. He ran his thumb across her swollen bottom lip, feeling its softness.
"Then let's begin round four," he growled, his voice a low, husky rumble that vibrated deep in her chest. The words were a command, a promise, and a question, all at once.
Ah Yin's eyelids fluttered, a shiver running through her magnificent body. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice a breathless confession, her entire being ready to receive him again. She arched her neck slightly, offering her throat, a gesture of profound submission that thrilled him.
He shifted his body then, moving to sit on the very edge of the massive, blood-red silk bed. The soft fabric yielded beneath his weight. His gaze never left hers, communicating his intent without a single word. He watched her every subtle reaction.
With an effortless display of his immense strength, he reached down. His strong hands slid under her, one beneath her magnificent, plump ass, the other behind her back. He pulled her into his lap, carefully positioning her to face him. Her body was light in his arms, pliant and eager.
Her long, beautiful legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her smooth inner thighs pressing against his hips. Her arms, still tingling from their previous exertions, locked around his neck, pulling him even closer until her magnificent, naked body was flush against his. The sensation of her soft skin, still damp with their shared passion, against his own bare chest was exhilarating. He felt the warmth of her belly against his lower abdomen, her thighs tightening around his waist.
This was a new, incredibly intimate position, a kind of Emperor's Throne, where she sat directly upon him, her body completely open and vulnerable to his. The angle was different, more embracing, more consuming. Her gaze met his, a flicker of anticipation, mixed with a hint of delicious nervousness, dancing in her crimson eyes. She swallowed, her throat bobbing, a small, unconscious movement that he found incredibly erotic.
He took his still-hard cock in his hand, guiding its swollen, purple head to her slick, waiting entrance. His fingers brushed against her wet folds, sending a fresh wave of desire through her. He felt the soft, plush lips of her pussy part for him, already slick and ready. He paused for a moment, letting the tip of his erection tease her, letting the anticipation build between them to an almost unbearable peak.
Ah Yin gasped, her breath catching in her throat. She felt the thick, hot head of him press against her, stretching her. Her internal muscles clenched in an eager, almost painful welcome. Her hips lifted slightly, a silent, desperate plea, offering herself more completely to him.
With a single, deep, powerful thrust, he was inside her again.
"Ahh!" she cried out, her head snapping back, her eyes squeezing shut in a moment of pure, intense sensation. The sound was a mix of surprise, pain, and overwhelming pleasure. He filled her completely, the angle even deeper, more profound than before. She felt the length of him slide all the way in, her pussy stretching to accommodate his impressive size, the familiar fullness returning with a fresh, shocking intensity.
Her inner walls clamped down around him, a tight, wet grip that sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through his own body. He let out a low, satisfied groan, burying his face in the soft skin of her neck, inhaling her unique scent. He could feel her heart hammering against his chest, mirroring his own rapid beat.
He began to move, a slow, deep, and incredibly sensual rhythm. His hips rocked, pushing into her, then pulling back, each movement deliberate, unhurried. He wanted to savor this. The friction was exquisite, a hot, slick glide that sent tremors through both of them. He could feel every inch of her, every ripple of her muscles as she clenched around him.
His hands, now free, began to explore her magnificent body with a lover's reverence. He cupped her magnificent, heavy breasts, feeling their weight, their softness, their perfect roundness filling his palms. His thumbs found her hard, erect nipples, already peaking and sensitive from their earlier play, and began to stroke them with a gentle, circular motion.
Ah Yin whimpered, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Mmmph… Zhang Tian… my tits…" she moaned, her voice a ragged, breathless sound, a plea and a demand. Her body was already a quivering, whimpering mess in his arms, reacting instantly to his touch. The sensation of his thumbs on her nipples sent electric jolts straight to her core, making her pussy clench tightly around his cock.
'Gods, he knows exactly what to do,' she thought, her mind a dizzying haze. 'Every touch, every kiss… it's like he was made to please me.'
"I feel so good… please… don't stop…" she begged, her head lolling back against his shoulder, her crimson hair a beautiful cascade against his skin. She arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands, silently urging him to be rougher.
"Never," he growled against her lips, his own mouth finding hers in another deep, passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, a sensual dance that mimicked their lower bodies. He tasted her sweet essence, the deep desire mingling with her fading exhaustion. He fucked her like that, slowly, deeply, his hands a constant, wonderful torment on her magnificent boobs.
He squeezed them, kneaded them, his fingers circling and pulling at her nipples. He watched her face as he did so, seeing the pure, unadulterated pleasure contort her features. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted in a constant stream of gasps and moans. His thumbs and forefingers rolled her nipples, tugging them gently, until she was screaming his name, her body a taut bow of sensation.
"You are so beautiful, Ah Yin," he murmured against her skin, his lips brushing her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Your body… it's a masterpiece. So soft, so full. I love the weight of your breasts in my hands. The way your hips flare out… they are perfect for a man to hold onto."
His words were a potent aphrodisiac, fanning the flames of her desire even higher.
Ah Yin's heart swelled with a mixture of love, pride, and overwhelming lust. She craved his dominance, his praise. "Then fuck me like your Empress," she begged, her voice a high, keening sound of pure bliss, her hips bucking against his, trying to meet his every thrust, to demand more. "Claim your throne. Show me I belong to you." Her fingers dug into his neck, pulling his head closer, as if to absorb his very essence.
He obeyed. Her desperate plea, her complete surrender, ignited a new ferocity within him. His rhythm quickened, his hips beginning to pump harder, faster. His thrusts became deeper, more powerful, a relentless, punishing pace that pushed her to the very edge of her sanity. Each plunge felt like it hit a new, exquisitely sensitive spot deep inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. The bed began to creak softly under their combined movements.
Their bodies slapped together, a slick, rhythmic sound that filled the opulent room. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, more primal. Her head was thrown back, crimson hair splayed across his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He gripped her ass tightly, lifting her slightly, then bringing her down hard on his cock, driving deep.
"I'm close! Oh, my, I'm going to cum!" she screamed, her body beginning to tremble violently, every muscle contracting. The heat inside her intensified, burning brighter and hotter with each thrust. Her pussy tightened around him, milking him, driving him to the edge.
"Cum for me, my love!" he roared back, his own release building to an unbearable peak, his voice raw with his own escalating desire. He thrust into her with a final series of powerful, piston-like movements, pushing her over the brink.
Their climax was a beautiful, shattering explosion, a simultaneous, shared release that left them both gasping for air. Her body convulsed around his, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rippling through her. He felt her inner muscles clench, milking every drop of his essence. His own release was a hot, thick torrent, flooding deep inside her, a feeling of absolute, blissful completion.
They clung to each other, bodies slick with sweat, hearts hammering against their ribs, the only sounds in the room their ragged breaths and the diminishing echoes of her cries. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, the musky fragrance of passion and satisfaction.
He slowly, reluctantly, pulled his slick cock out of her. The soft, wet sound made her let out a soft, disappointed whimper, a small cry of protest at the sudden emptiness. Her legs, still wrapped around his waist, tightened for a moment, trying to hold him in. But he had another conquest in mind.
He immediately lifted her from the bed, his strength seemingly boundless, despite their prolonged exertions. He held her easily in his arms, her body warm and pliant against his. He carried her to the center of the room, his eyes scanning the opulent furnishings, already planning their next position.
"The night is still young," he said, a wicked, predatory grin on his face, his voice a low, husky promise. He shifted her weight slightly, and then, with a gentleness that was at odds with the raw, primal lust in his eyes, he set her on her hands and knees on the plush, soft rug. The thick, luxurious fibers pressed into her palms and knees.
She looked up at him from her kneeling position, her crimson eyes wide with curiosity and a thrilling submission. Her breasts swayed gently, still heavy and sensitive from his touch. Her magnificent ass, round and firm, was presented to him, a perfect, inviting target.
"Now," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble, the words rolling over her, a prelude to the coming pleasure. "A new position. One I think you will find… very humbling. It is called the Wheelbarrow."
He moved behind her, his gaze raking over her magnificent form, the curves of her back, the inviting expanse of her rear. He took her slender ankles in his strong hands, feeling the delicate bones beneath his fingers. With a gentle pull, he lifted her legs into the air, holding them firmly.
She gasped, her body instinctively adjusting. She was now supporting her entire upper body with her hands on the floor, her arms trembling slightly from the effort, but also from the exhilarating vulnerability of the position. Her magnificent, curvaceous ass was presented to him at the perfect height, arching invitingly, a beautiful, stark target. The feeling of being so exposed, so completely at his mercy, sent a thrill of forbidden excitement through her.
"Oh, my…" she gasped, her face flushing a deep, beautiful crimson. The position was incredibly vulnerable, incredibly… humiliating. The blood rushed to her cheeks, heating her skin. She could feel her pussy, already throbbing, twitching in anticipation. And she loved every second of it. This raw, unapologetic exposure was exactly what she craved from him.
He entered her from behind with a single, deep, powerful thrust that made her cry out. Her body jerked, her hands gripping the rug, her back arching even further. He filled her completely, the depth and angle of his penetration shockingly intense. She felt her inner walls stretch and grip him, a profound, visceral connection that consumed her senses. The sheer power of his entry took her breath away.
He began to fuck her in this new, raw, and incredibly primal position, his hips a relentless piston of pure, unadulterated lust. Each thrust was deep, powerful, driving her body forward, then pulling back, creating an intense, rhythmic pounding that left her breathless. The sound of their bodies meeting, slick and wet, filled the air.
His hands were free, and he used them to punish her. He lifted one hand and, with a sharp, stinging smack, he struck her magnificent, curvaceous ass. The sound cracked in the quiet, opulent room, a sharp punctuation to their passionate rhythm. Brilliant red handprints immediately bloomed on her pale, perfect skin, a beautiful, stark contrast that drove him wild, a vivid mark of his claim.
"Does that feel good, my Empress?" he growled, his voice a low, dirty whisper against her ear, laced with a dangerous edge of dominance. "To be fucked like this? Like a common slut, presenting her ass for her master?" His words, meant to humiliate, instead stoked the flames of her own dark desire, making her crave more.
"Yes! Yes, it feels so good!" she screamed, her voice a raw, high-pitched sound of pure, ecstatic pleasure, a confession of her deepest, most hidden desires. "Punish me! Humiliate me! Make me yours!" Her hips instinctively bucked back against his, meeting his every thrust, begging for the impact, for the pain and pleasure intertwined. The sting on her ass was a delicious counterpoint to the deep, invading pleasure inside her.
He continued to smack her, the rhythmic impacts a steady beat to their frantic dance. He watched the red marks bloom, fading slightly, then reappearing with each strike. He felt her internal walls clench and release around him, responding to every thrust, every touch. He could feel her quivering beneath him, completely lost to sensation.
The climax was building rapidly. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, his face flushed. Her screams were no longer just pleasure, but desperation, her body trembling violently. He gripped her hips, lifted her, and drove into her with one final, deep, powerful thrust.
He came on her back, his hot, thick seed a beautiful, messy painting against the canvas of her flawless skin. It streamed down her, hot and sticky, a visceral reminder of his dominance and their shared, unbridled passion. She felt the warmth spread, coating her, and a shiver ran through her, a mixture of shame and intense satisfaction.
He pulled out of her slowly, letting her legs gently fall back to the rug. Her body sagged, exhausted but deeply sated. He moved to the large, ornate chair in the room, the very one they had tied him to just hours before. The irony was not lost on him, and a smirk played on his lips. He sat down, leaning back into the plush cushions.
He then pulled her into his lap again, this time with her facing him, their legs intertwining in an intimate, meditative position. The Lotus. It was a stark, beautiful contrast to the raw, primal energy of the previous position, a return to closeness, to a deeper, more emotional connection after the brutal, exhilarating dominance. She settled against him, her body molding perfectly to his, her head resting on his shoulder.
The fucking was slow now, deep and sensual. He guided her hips with his hands, setting a deliberate, almost languid rhythm. Each thrust was a deep, unhurried plunge, allowing them to truly feel each other, to savor the profound intimacy of their union. He could feel her core tighten around him, responding to his every movement.
He gazed into her eyes, seeing not just lust, but a deep, abiding love and devotion. "You are magnificent, Ah Yin," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate sound as he kissed her deeply, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes. "Your passion, your beauty, your strength… you are everything I could want in a woman." He traced the line of her jaw with his thumb, then ran his fingers through her crimson hair, feeling its silkiness.
"And you," she replied, her own voice a soft, breathless whisper, filled with a deep, unwavering love, "are my Emperor. My life. My everything. I belong to you, Zhang Tian. Body and soul." Her words were a solemn vow, a complete surrender that resonated deep within his own heart. She pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, her hands resting gently on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
He came inside her again, his body arching, his seed a warm, thick flood deep within her. Their climax was a quiet, profound, and deeply emotional release, a soft sigh of completion rather than an explosion. It was a sealing of their bond, a moment of perfect harmony and deep connection. They held each other close, their bodies intertwined, their breaths evening out, content in the aftermath.
The rest of the night was a beautiful, chaotic series of sensations, a faster-paced montage of different positions and acts that showcased his seemingly boundless stamina and her enthusiastic, joyous surrender. The boundaries between them, already blurred, melted away completely. They were two bodies, one entwined in a dance of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He pinned her against the wall again, this time from the front, lifting her legs in a Standing Hammer position. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her back pressed against the cool plaster. He drove into her hard and fast, the impact of their bodies against the wall a rhythmic thud. Her moans of pleasure were muffled against his shoulder, her fingers gripping his back as he lifted her higher, deeper into his thrusts. The raw, direct impact of his body against hers, standing, pressed against the unforgiving wall, was intensely exciting for both of them.
He laid her back on the bed, his movements quick and purposeful. He used his mouth and hands to bring her to a series of screaming, leg-trembling orgasms. He descended between her legs, his tongue a relentless, wicked instrument of pleasure on her sensitive clit. His fingers teased her folds, explored her wetness, bringing her to the brink, then pulling her back, before driving her over again and again. She cried out his name, her body arching and convulsing, her legs trembling violently as wave after wave of exquisite sensation washed over her.
She, in turn, took his hard dick in her mouth again, her skill now more practiced, more confident, her head bobbing in a rhythm that drove him to the brink of madness. Her lips, soft and wet, enveloped him, her tongue swirled around his head, licking, teasing, suckling. She looked up at him, her crimson eyes gleaming with playful defiance and deep affection, taking him deeper, faster, until his body tensed and groaned in a pleasure so intense it was almost pain. He felt himself building, the pressure mounting, his entire being focused on her mouth.
She then used her magnificent, heavy tits to bring him to another powerful, messy climax. She positioned herself above him, her full, soft breasts a perfect, pillowy sheath for his cock. She lowered herself slowly, engulfing him in the warm, soft embrace of her cleavage, her nipples brushing against his shaft. She began to ride him, her breasts cushioning him, the friction immense and deliciously soft. He groaned, burying his face in her chest, feeling the softness, the warmth, the exquisite pressure.
Their inhibitions, which had been low to begin with, had now completely melted away. The dirty talk became more intense, more explicit, a raw, beautiful language of their shared desire, no longer whispered, but declared. They egged each other on, each word, each suggestion, fueling the fire between them.
"Please, my love," she begged, her voice a hoarse, desperate sound as he was fucking her tits, her hips grinding against his, her head thrown back in abandon. "Cum on me. I want to feel you. All of you." She wanted to be coated in him, to wear his essence like a brand, a mark of his absolute claim.
He happily obliged, his body tensing, his hips thrusting one last, powerful time into the soft valley of her breasts. His release was a hot, thick torrent that coated her magnificent boobs, her beautiful face, her crimson hair. It was messy, sticky, and utterly magnificent, a physical manifestation of his overwhelming desire and his complete possession of her. She revelled in it, tasting him on her lips, feeling his warmth on her skin, her eyes shining with pure, unadulterated happiness.
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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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