The dark, heavily draped guest chamber of the Zhu Family manor was illuminated only by a faint, silver sliver of moonlight bleeding through the curtains. The air was incredibly thick, heavy with the sweet, intoxicating scent of premium spirit-wine and the raw, undeniable heat of unchecked arousal.
Zhang Tian rolled over on the massive, silk-sheeted bed, his large, muscular frame hovering directly over the panting, flushed form of Duchess Zhu Wanyue.
Her peach-like, devastatingly sexy body was a true masterpiece of mature womanhood. Even in the dim lighting, Zhang Tian's icy blue eyes, currently burning with the unholy, raging fire of the thirty-thousand-year-old Whale Glue, eagerly drank in the sight of her. She lay on her back, her incredibly voluptuous milf body shifting restlessly against the mattress. The expensive, crimson silk dress she wore was already in total disarray, but Zhang Tian intended to remove the barrier entirely.
With a low, predatory growl, Zhang Tian's powerful hands grabbed the delicate neckline of the crimson gown.
RIIIP!
The expensive fabric tore violently down the middle, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet room. Duchess Zhu Wanyue let out a startled, breathless gasp as the cool air hit her bare, overheated skin.
Zhang Tian completely parted the ruined fabric, tossing it aside to reveal the absolute, breathtaking bounty beneath. Duchess Zhu Wanyue was entirely naked now, and the sight was truly too enticing, too perfectly ripe for any mortal man to ignore. Her massive, incredibly heavy breasts spilled outward, their sheer volume and soft, plush weight rising and falling rapidly with her panicked, intoxicated breaths. The large, dark pink areolas were crowned with stiff, incredibly erect nipples that practically begged for attention. Below her heavy chest, her torso dipped into a remarkably slender, toned waist, before flaring out spectacularly into incredibly wide, curvy, and plush hips. Her legs were long, smooth, and possessed the sexy, thick thighs of a high-level agility-type Spirit Master.
"Oh... Hubby," Duchess Zhu Wanyue whimpered, her voice a sultry, slurred whisper.
In her heavily intoxicated state, her logical mind was completely submerged in a fog of wine and decades of unfulfilled, frustratingly suppressed sexual desires. She truly, blindly believed the massive, heavily muscled silhouette looming over her in the dark was her husband, Duke Zhu Zhenhong, finally showing her the aggressive, dominant passion she had craved for years.
"You are so beautiful tonight, Wanyue," Zhang Tian replied, deliberately dropping his voice an octave to a husky, unrecognizable rumble, perfectly playing the role she had assigned him. "So incredibly ripe."
He didn't delay any further. Zhang Tian lowered his head, his mouth capturing her lush, parted lips in a deeply passionate, bruising kiss. He forced his tongue past her teeth, tasting the sweet spirit-wine on her breath. As he kissed her, his large, calloused hands immediately went to work on her greatest assets. He aggressively grabbed both of her massive breasts, squeezing the incredibly soft, heavy flesh with a firm, kneading rhythm.
"Mmmph! Ahhh..." Duchess Zhu Wanyue moaned loudly into his mouth, her arms wrapping tightly around his broad neck, her fingers tangling in his dark red hair. She arched her spine, desperately pushing her heavy breasts deeper into his rough hands, entirely lost in the sudden, explosive wave of intense pleasure.
Breaking the kiss, Zhang Tian trailed his mouth down her jawline, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her slender neck before finally capturing one of her stiff, erect nipples between his lips. He sucked hard, swirling his tongue over the sensitive peak while his other hand continued to ruthlessly massage her opposite breast.
"Ah! Oh heavens... yes... please," the Duchess cried out, her head throwing back against the silk pillows, her dark hair splaying out like a halo.
Her curvy, plush hips instinctively began to grind upward, her soft, wet entrance rubbing desperately against his rock-hard, massive erection pressing against her thigh. The Whale Glue had made him impossibly thick and hard, a weapon of absolute pleasure.
Sensing her desperate readiness, Zhang Tian shifted his weight. He moved his hands down to her sexy, thick thighs, pushing them wide open. He positioned himself perfectly at her wet, slick entrance.
"Take it all, my dear," Zhang Tian whispered, his hands gripping her curvy hips like a vice.
With a single, powerful, and relentless thrust, Zhang Tian drove his massive dick deep into her tight, incredibly responsive pussy.
SQUELCH!
"AHHHHH!" Duchess Zhu Wanyue let out a loud, incredibly high-pitched, and pleasurable moan that bordered on a scream, her entire voluptuous body bowing off the mattress.
The sheer, overwhelming sensation of being stretched and filled so completely sent a massive, paralyzing shockwave of electricity straight to her brain. As Zhang Tian buried himself to the hilt, the Duchess could not feel anything else in the entire world but the intense, blinding pleasure radiating from her core.
However, amidst the haze of intoxication and ecstasy, a tiny, deeply confused thought flickered within the Duchess's mind.
'Heavens... he is so... so massive!' Duchess Zhu Wanyue thought, her fingernails digging violently into the silk sheets. 'He has never, ever been this large! And…so…hot…!'
She knew her husband's body intimately. Duke Zhu Zhenhong possessed a regrettably average, relatively small endowment, and due to his old injuries, he had never, ever been able to fill her so perfectly or show off this kind of terrifying, absolute vigor.
But the intense, mind-melting pleasure completely overrode her fleeting suspicions. The sheer joy of finally being fucked so thoroughly, so perfectly, made her eagerly dismiss the impossibility. She simply assumed it was a miracle, or perhaps a secret, potent medicinal pill her husband had secretly acquired to finally satiate her.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Zhang Tian began to thrust into her with a steady, punishing, and incredibly deep rhythm. He fucked her tight pussy with relentless power, his hips slamming heavily against her soft, plush thighs.
"Oh! Oh! Hubby... yes! Ahhh! You feel so incredible!" Duchess Zhu Wanyue moaned continuously, her head tossing from side to side. She wrapped her long, sexy legs tightly around his waist, locking her ankles together to pull him even deeper with every thrust.
Zhang Tian was in absolute heaven. He greatly, greedily enjoyed her mature milf body. The sensation of her incredibly tight, hot, and pulsating inner walls gripping his massive dick was an intoxicating thrill. Every time he slammed into her, her massive, heavy breasts bounced wildly, jiggling with such a sexy, mesmerizing momentum that he couldn't resist reaching out to grab them again, squeezing them hard enough to leave faint, red finger marks on her pale skin.
"You are so tight, Wanyue. So incredibly wet," Zhang Tian praised her, his voice a dark purr as he increased his pace.
"Ah! I missed this... I missed you doing this to me!" the Duchess wept tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure, completely oblivious to his true identity, fully giving herself over to the man she thought was her husband.
For the first few hours of the night, the dark guest chamber echoed constantly with the wet, heavy sounds of their passionate union and her loud, breathless screams. Zhang Tian was a machine of endless stamina, fueled by the thirty-thousand-year-old Whale Glue and his own miraculous Life Spirit Core.
He didn't just stay in the traditional missionary position. He was a master of his craft, intending to explore every single inch of her ripe, voluptuous figure.
After making her climax violently for the fifth time while pinned on her back, Zhang Tian pulled out with a slick popping sound. Before Duchess Zhu Wanyue could even catch her breath or process the lingering waves of orgasmic bliss, Zhang Tian grabbed her slender waist and forcefully, effortlessly flipped her over onto her stomach.
"Ah! What are you..." Duchess Zhu Wanyue gasped, her face pressing into the pillows.
Zhang Tian grabbed her curvy, plush hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees into a primal doggy-style position. Her incredibly wide, jiggly buttocks were elevated, presenting her dripping, swollen entrance perfectly in the dim light. The sight of her submissive, alluring posture drove his lust even higher.
SMACK!
Zhang Tian raised his large hand and delivered a hard, stinging spank directly to her left cheek.
"AH!" Duchess Zhu Wanyue shrieked, her body jolting forward from the impact. A bright, glowing red handprint immediately bloomed on her pale, soft skin.
"Spread your legs wider, Wanyue," Zhang Tian commanded overbearingly, slapping her right cheek for good measure.
SMACK!
Despite the sharp sting, the Duchess felt an incredibly shameful, pooling heat between her thighs. She had never been treated so roughly, so dominantly before. It was very subtle, slightly evil, yet incredibly convincing to the Duchess, who had always inherently possessed a somewhat submissive, pliable personality underneath her noble exterior.
She obediently, breathlessly spread her knees wider on the mattress, offering herself up entirely. "Yes... yes, please..."
Zhang Tian gripped her hips tightly, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh, and drove himself deep inside her from behind in one brutal, uninterrupted motion.
SQUELCH!
"OH GODS! AHHH!" she screamed, her arms trembling as she struggled to hold her upper body up.
In this position, Zhang Tian thrust into her with a wild, animalistic ferocity. He slammed his pelvis against her curvy buttocks repeatedly, the heavy clapping sounds filling the room. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, and reached around to brutally grab her massive breasts, pulling them upward and squeezing the nipples as he fucked her.
As the hours passed by, transitioning from late evening into the deep, quiet hours of the night, Zhang Tian continued to fuck her in different, highly demanding positions absolutely without stopping for a single moment.
He pulled her to the edge of the high mattress, letting her legs dangle over the side while he stood between them, folding her in half and pounding her in a deep, agonizingly pleasurable prone-bone position. He sat back against the headboard and pulled her on top of him, forcing her to ride his massive dick in a cowgirl position, his hands firmly guiding her curvy hips up and down while he watched her massive breasts bounce heavily right in front of his face.
Naturally, as the relentless, marathon sex continued for hours, the incredibly potent effects of the spirit-wine in her system began to slowly burn off, metabolized by her Spirit Douluo physiology. Duchess Zhu Wanyue soon started to slowly recover from her deeply intoxicated state.
Her vision, previously swimming with wine and lust, began to sharpen slightly.
'Heavens... what time is it?' Duchess Zhu Wanyue thought, her inner mind reeling in absolute, breathless shock as she bounced up and down on his lap. 'He has been going for hours! How is this even possible?'
She was profoundly surprised in her mind. '... Zhenhong... he could never, ever go on for so long tonight. He would usually be done in mere minutes after just one single, disappointing round, and he would be utterly unable to satiate me at all. But tonight... he is a beast! He seems completely different, as though he is filled with boundless, endless vigor!'
She couldn't believe it. 'He has already made me climax dozens of times in these past few hours! My body is trembling, my mind is melting... and he has even climaxed deep inside of me three times already, filling me with so much cum, yet he remains completely, unyieldingly hard! He is fucking me in so many different, unique, yet incredibly enjoyable positions that I never even knew existed!'
"Ahhh! Oh, Hubby, you are so deep! I'm going to cum again! I'm cumming! AHHH!" Duchess Zhu Wanyue shrieked, her inner walls spasming violently around his thick shaft as she rode him, experiencing her fifteenth shattering climax of the night.
Zhang Tian growled, feeling the intense, milking pressure of her orgasm. He thrust his hips upward forcefully, meeting her descent. "Take my seed, Wanyue!"
He let out a deep, rumbling groan as he climaxed for the fourth time, shooting a massive, hot load of his seed deep into her trembling womb.
The Duchess collapsed forward, her sweaty, flushed face burying into the crook of his neck, panting heavily as her body twitched with aftershocks. She was entirely oblivious to his true identity, simply reveling in the absolute, mind-breaking ecstasy she was receiving.
Zhang Tian was happily fucking the Duchess, greatly enjoying her exquisite milf body. He really, truly loved her body. Her tight, incredibly responsive pussy gripped him perfectly. Her massive breasts bounced so sexily with every movement, filling his hands to overflowing. Her curvaceous, jiggly buttocks were a delight to spank and grab. Her slender waist, her incredibly soft belly, her slender legs, and her sexy, thick thighs—she was a perfect, ripe fruit that he intended to devour completely.
It was currently midnight right now. The past several hours of intense, non-stop sex had continued on, and the heavy, dark clouds outside finally parted, allowing a bright, clear beam of silver moonlight to filter through the gap in the curtains.
Zhang Tian had just flipped her onto her back again, pulling her legs up to rest on his broad shoulders as he prepared to dive back into her wet entrance.
As he leaned forward, the beam of moonlight fell directly across Zhang Tian's face.
Duchess Zhu Wanyue, lying on her back and panting for air, fluttered her dark, feline eyes open, finally looking up at the man who had been bringing her to the brink of insanity all night.
She expected to see the greying hair and the familiar, scowling face of Duke Zhu Zhenhong.
Instead, the moonlight illuminated a shock of vibrant, dark red hair streaked with blue. It illuminated a handsome, aristocratic, and incredibly youthful face. And most terrifyingly, it illuminated a pair of glowing, icy blue eyes that were currently staring down at her with absolute, dark, and highly perverted amusement.
The Duchess froze. Her breath hitched in her throat, catching like a jagged stone. The lingering fog of intoxication evaporated in a single, paralyzing microsecond of absolute terror.
A look of horrifying, soul-crushing realization came on her beautiful face.
'No... no, it cannot be!' her mind screamed, her pink lips parting in sheer horror. 'This is... this is...'
"Z-Z-Zhang Tian?!" Duchess Zhu Wanyue shrieked, her voice cracking in pure, unadulterated panic as she stared up at the monster who had conquered her daughter, currently poised between her own spread thighs.
When Zhang Tian saw that specific, delicious look of absolute horror and dawning realization on her face, he didn't pull away. He didn't apologize or try to hide. Instead, he seemed to be quite a bit violently excited by it.
"You finally opened your beautiful eyes," Zhang Tian smirked wickedly, his icy blue eyes flashing with a predatory, sadistic gleam. "I was beginning to wonder when you would notice, mother-in-law."
"Ah! No! Get off me! You—AHHH!"
Before she could even begin to scramble backward or push him away, Zhang Tian grabbed her hips in a crushing, unbreakable grip and slammed his massive dick back into her tight pussy, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, overbearing thrust.
SQUELCH!
The sheer, overwhelming physical pleasure violently clashed with her intense mental horror, creating a catastrophic short-circuit in her nervous system. She arched her back, a loud, uncontrollable, and highly pleasurable moan ripping from her throat despite her desperate desire to scream in outrage.
"You belong to me now, mother-in-law," Zhang Tian declared overbearingly, his pace instantly doubling in ferocity. He fucked her even more aggressively than before, treating her body like his absolute property.
"Stop! Please, ahhh! This is wrong! You are... oh gods, you are my son-in-law! AHHHH!" the Duchess wept, hot tears of shame streaming down her cheeks, even as her hips instinctively, treacherously rose to meet his devastating thrusts.
"Wrong? But your body feels so incredibly right, mother-in-law," Zhang Tian taunted her smoothly between heavy thrusts. He leaned down, his mouth clamping aggressively over her massive right breast, sucking the nipple hard while his hand violently kneaded the left one, leaving red, stinging marks all over her pale, soft skin.
"Mmmph! Ahhh! Ahhh!" she sobbed, completely unable to stop the loud, pleasurable moans from escaping her lips.
He didn't just confine her to the bed. Zhang Tian was filled with an endless, terrifying vigor, and he wanted to completely break her aristocratic dignity, to mark her in every corner of the room.
He pulled out, ignoring her desperate, confused whine at the loss of friction. He grabbed her by her slender waist, effortlessly picking her incredibly curvaceous body completely off the mattress. He carried her across the room, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep from falling.
He pressed her back against the cold, hard wall near the doorway, lifting her up and slamming back into her dripping entrance.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Ah! The wall... it's cold! Ahhh! Zhang Tian, please stop!" the Duchess pleaded, her hands pushing weakly against his broad, muscular chest, though her grip lacked any real spirit power or intent to harm him.
"Stop? When you are clenching around my cock so tightly?" Zhang Tian laughed darkly, fucking her relentlessly against the wall, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing loudly. He brought her to a violent, screaming climax against the plaster, her body trembling uncontrollably as she squirted heavily down his thighs.
He didn't give her a moment to rest. He carried her over to the massive, full-length dressing mirror standing in the corner of the room. He turned her around, pressing her large, heavy breasts and her flushed face flat against the cold glass, while he stood behind her.
He entered her from behind in a standing doggy-style position, looking directly at her tear-stained, incredibly aroused reflection in the mirror.
"Look at yourself, Wanyue," Zhang Tian commanded, his voice a dark, hypnotic whisper in her ear as he pounded her from behind.
SMACK!
SMACK!
"Look at the Duchess of the Zhu Family. Look at how much of a dirty, desperate slut you truly are. Look at how much you love taking your son-in-law's massive cock."
The Duchess was forced to open her eyes and look at the mirror. She saw her own flushed, sweaty face, completely twisted in absolute ecstasy. She saw her massive breasts squished against the glass, jiggling violently with every heavy thrust Zhang Tian delivered to her curvy buttocks. The visual confirmation of her own extreme depravity and absolute submission was a psychological sledgehammer.
"No... I am not... ahhh! Oh heavens, yes! Right there! AHHHH!" she sobbed at her own reflection, her mind fracturing as she climaxed for the twentieth time, her legs giving out so that Zhang Tian had to hold her up entirely by her hips.
He carried her limp, shivering body over to the large, open window that overlooked the sprawling, moonlit gardens of the Zhu Family estate. He bent her forward over the low windowsill, the cool night breeze washing over her sweaty, naked back.
He stood behind her, gripping her wide, plush hips, and began to fuck her deeply right in front of the open window.
"Anyone could look up and see you right now, mother-in-law," Zhang Tian teased her, his thrusts slow, deep, and agonizingly pleasurable. "They could see the Duchess getting pounded like a common whore by the man who stole her daughters."
"Don't... ahh... please, someone will see! Mmmph! Ahhh!" she whined, trembling in sheer terror and thrilling, exhibitionist excitement.
He pulled one hand away from her hip and delivered a sharp, resounding spank to her lovely, jiggly buttocks.
SMACK!
"AHHH!" she shrieked, an involuntarily, incredibly loud, pleasurable moan ripping from her throat, echoing out into the quiet night air, even though she knew with absolute clarity that it was Zhang Tian, the enemy of her family, who was fucking her.
As he fucked her over the windowsill, Zhang Tian was currently talking, actively utilizing intense psychological tactics, entirely breaking her mental defenses as well.
"I am truly, thoroughly enjoying your gorgeous body, Wanyue," Zhang Tian told her overbearingly, his pace quickening. "You have been starved for decades. That pathetic weakling, Zhu Zhenhong, doesn't deserve a woman like you. He doesn't know how to use you. He doesn't know how to make you scream like this."
Between her heavy, breathless moans, the Duchess desperately tried to hold onto the last shreds of her morality. "This is not right! Ahhh! I am... I am your wife's mother! This is a sin! Ahhh!"
SMACK!
Zhang Tian just spanked her curvy backside even harder, leaving a deep red handprint. "You should just enjoy it, Wanyue, exactly as you were so desperately enjoying it earlier in the dark. It is far too late for regrets. And well, I am absolutely not going to stop. I am going to fuck you until the sun rises, and you are going to take every single inch of it."
He flipped her around, lifting her up to sit on the wide windowsill, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pounded into her facing the room.
"Listen to me, Wanyue," Zhang Tian commanded, his voice turning smooth, persuasive, and incredibly dangerous. He began slowly corrupting her, intent on turning her into his willing, devoted slut. "As long as you drop this pathetic, hypocritical resistance and willingly become my personal slut, I will give you so many monumental advantages that your arrogant husband cannot even begin to imagine."
The Duchess shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she rode his cock, "No... ahhh... I can't... I am a Duchess..."
"You are a Level 82 Spirit Douluo with stagnant potential," Zhang Tian stated bluntly, hitting her deepest insecurity while simultaneously hitting her deepest spot. "I am lusting after your absolute beauty, yes. But you should be immensely proud to be beautiful enough to gain my attention and my love! If you submit to me, I can help you. I have the resources, the pills, the absolute power. I will not just help you eventually become a Titled Douluo. I will enhance your foundational talent to the point that even becoming a Level 95 Super Douluo, or even a Level 99 Limit Douluo, won't be your absolute limit!"
The Duchess gasped, her eyes flying wide open in sheer, absolute shock.
As a proud Spirit Master who had cultivated for decades, she deeply, inherently desired wanting to become stronger. As for her own potential, she knew the bitter, depressing truth: becoming a Titled Douluo was utterly impossible for her, and for her, the legendary realms of Super Douluo and Limit Douluo could be considered the absolute, unreachable peak level on the continent. She would never, ever have the chance to reach such mythological heights.
But to think that Zhang Tian—the monster who possessed hundred-thousand-year rings and boundless power—was explicitly promising that he could help her reach it? It really made her heart churn with a massive, undeniable wave of slight shock, but also a deep, terrifyingly treacherous bit of hope.
But as a noble married woman, and the mother of his wives, she couldn't simply agree to him just for raw power. Her morality still screamed in protest.
Well, Zhang Tian, possessing Quasi-God mental perception, easily noticed her internal, conflicted reactions. He saw the hesitation. He knew he needed the final, absolute push to break her. He pushed for more at this critical moment, utilizing the ultimate stick to accompany his carrot.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he pounded her relentlessly.
"And consider this, my dear mother-in-law," Zhang Tian spoke to her, further convincing her with a dark, threatening whisper. "Your submission won't just be for yourself, or for your own power. It will be for your precious daughters as well."
The Duchess froze, her maternal instincts flaring amidst the haze of lust. "Zhuqing... Zhuyun?"
"Yes," Zhang Tian smiled wickedly against her skin. "If you willingly become my obedient, eager slut, I can treat your daughters even better than I do now. I will spoil them, protect them, and elevate them to the heavens alongside you. Or else..."
He deliberately slowed his thrusts, letting the implication hang heavily in the air.
"...perhaps, if I am displeased, I might just decide to bully Zhu Zhuqing or Zhu Zhuyun when we return to my territory. I might make their lives incredibly difficult, simply since their stubborn mother is being so incredibly uncooperative and ungrateful with me tonight."
Naturally, this was an absolute, complete lie. Zhang Tian loved his wives fiercely; he absolutely wouldn't ever bully or harm his dear wives like Zhu Zhuqing or Zhu Zhuyun at all. But it was a flawless, terrifying lie that the Duchess had absolutely no way of knowing if it was the truth or not right now. He was a known monster, an abductor of princesses. He was entirely capable of cruelty in her eyes.
This blatant, terrifying threat targeting her precious daughters seemed to be the ultimate, perfect reason she desperately needed. It provided her the perfect psychological excuse to completely convince herself to surrender her morals and submit herself entirely to Zhang Tian as his slut.
'I have to do this,' the Duchess wept internally, her mind completely fracturing under the combined assault of intense, mind-melting pleasure, the promise of unimaginable power, and the desperate, maternal need to protect her daughters. 'I have no choice. I am sacrificing myself for my girls... yes, that is it. I must please him. I must be his slut to keep them safe!'
"Ahhh! Oh gods, please don't hurt them!" the Duchess sobbed aloud, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, actively pulling him deeper into her body. "I will do it! I will be your slut! Just please be good to my daughters! Ahhh! Master! Fuck your slut!"
Zhang Tian smirked triumphantly. He had completely, flawlessly broken her.
"Good girl, Wanyue," Zhang Tian praised her, rewarding her submission with a massive, incredibly fast flurry of deep, punishing thrusts that drove her instantly over the edge once again.
The Duchess was completely, utterly corrupted. It was not only due to his brilliant, forceful psychological tactics of using sweetness, his grand promises, or his dark threats, but mostly due to the sheer, overwhelming, and intense physical pleasure during sex which she had never, ever experienced with her husband in her entire life.
Make her corruption and submission a gradual, incredibly entertaining process from initial shock to complete, desperate love. As the hours continued to pass by in the dark room, she stopped crying out of shame, and started crying out of pure, unadulterated need.
He moved her back to the bed, laying her on her back. He pushed her legs all the way back over her head, fucking her in a deep, agonizingly pleasurable piledriver position.
"Ahhh! Master, so deep! Yes! Oh, fuck my tight pussy, Master! Ahhh!" the Duchess screamed, her modesty completely gone, her pink eyes rolling back in her head as she climaxed for the twenty-eighth time, her body a trembling, sweating mess of pure ecstasy.
Zhang Tian roared, climaxing for the eighteenth time, filling her womb with another massive, hot load of his seed, claiming her from the inside out.
And naturally, as he fucked her senseless, he absolutely wouldn't tell her that this entire, scandalous night was actually all the brilliant, premeditated plan of her own daughters, Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, who had deliberately drugged him, gotten her drunk, and thrown her into his bed simply to get her into his bed to satiate his lust and please him. She would remain blissfully ignorant of their complicity.
For the entire night, Zhang Tian continued to fuck her in every single corner of the room, utilizing his endless stamina to show her the true meaning of pleasure.
And even the morning after the sun had finally, fully risen up, casting bright, warm light across the sweat-stained sheets and their tangled, exhausted bodies, Zhang Tian continued to fuck her.
But in the early morning light, the dynamic had completely, permanently changed. The Duchess had submitted to Zhang Tian entirely, body and soul. She was no longer a victim; she was his willing, desperate slut.
She was currently on top of him, straddling his waist in the cowgirl position. She rode his massive dick with frantic, hungry desperation, her massive, heavy breasts bouncing wildly, her dark hair a chaotic, sexy mess around her beautiful, flushed face.
"Ahhh! Yes, Master! I love your cock! Ahhh! I am your dirty slut!" Duchess Zhu Wanyue moaned loudly, her hips snapping down relentlessly against his pelvis.
He was enjoying her incredibly ripe, mature milf body greedily, his hands roaming all over her curves, and she was participating actively, eagerly, throwing away the last vestiges of the proud Duchess Zhu Wanyue to become one of the most insatiable pets in Zhang Tian's growing harem.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
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