Deep within the subterranean levels of his sprawling, fortified mansion in Crimson Zenith City, a hidden chamber hummed with the quiet, concentrated thrum of advanced spirit formations. The walls were lined with intricate, glowing jade arrays, casting a pale, ethereal light across the polished stone floor. In the center of the room rested a massive, monolithic crystalline console, designed and forged entirely by Zhang Tian's own peerless intellect.
This specific device was a master tracking hub. When Zhang Tian had first conceptualized and manufactured the Communication Spirit Tools, distributing them across the commerce guilds and noble houses of the Douluo Continent, he had not merely created a convenient method for long-distance conversation. He had woven a microscopic, undetectable secondary spirit formation into the very core of every single device. This hidden array acted as a continuous, silent beacon, relaying the exact geographical coordinates of the tool directly back to this central hub. Furthermore, if he so desired, he could remotely activate the auditory receivers and the tiny, crystalline optical sensors embedded in the casing, allowing him to listen to private conversations and view the surroundings of the user.
Zhang Tian stood before the console, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he analyzed the myriad of glowing dots projected onto the holographic map of the world.
A highly intriguing pattern had emerged over the last few days.
He noticed that quite a large number of Communication Spirit Tools had suddenly spread across the heavily militarized borders of the Star Luo Empire. But even more surprisingly, a concentrated, significant cluster of these tracking signals was broadcasting from an unknown, uncharted location far beyond the western coastline of the mainland, deep within the treacherous, storm-wracked expanses of the ocean.
A cold, knowing smile touched Zhang Tian's lips. He understood the geographical implications instantly. Those isolated oceanic coordinates could only belong to one specific, legendary location: Sea God Island.
He leaned forward, resting his hands on the cool jade surface of the console. He had deliberately withheld the distribution of this newest, voice-transmitting generation of Communication Spirit Tools from the Star Luo Empire's markets. Therefore, the individuals currently residing on Sea God Island could not have possibly acquired these devices through simple, legitimate commerce.
'Someone from the island must have sneaked across the borders and ruthlessly looted the merchant caravans operating within the southern territories of the Heaven Dou Empire,' Zhang Tian deduced, his brilliant mind effortlessly piecing together the logistical reality. 'Given the sheer speed and stealth required to bypass my border patrols and return across the ocean so quickly, it was likely the work of a Super Douluo. Tang Xiao or Tang Hao.'
Well, Zhang Tian genuinely did not care much about how they had acquired his technology. The loss of a few crates of merchandise was entirely insignificant compared to the monumental, overwhelming tactical advantage they had just blindly handed to him. He was actually quite happy that they had stolen the devices and distributed them among their elite ranks.
After all, this brazen theft helped him monitor these highly dangerous individuals with effortless ease, without ever letting them discover they were being watched. The people of this world, steeped in ancient martial traditions and straightforward spirit abilities, possessed no inherent concept of mass surveillance through technological devices. They did not understand the underlying, complex mechanics of Spirit Tools well enough to even begin to suspect how the intricate formations worked, let alone realize that the smooth surface of their communication slabs housed a silent, watchful eye.
Deciding to indulge his curiosity, Zhang Tian tapped a specific sequence of runes on the console, funneling his spirit power into the master array. He activated the remote viewing function, sneaking a peek at all of them at once through the tiny cameras embedded on each of the stolen Communication Spirit Tools.
The large holographic map fractured into dozens of smaller, distinct viewing windows, displaying live, silent feeds from across the world.
He systematically cataloged who possessed which Spirit Tool. He watched the stern, scarred face of Tang Xiao as he navigated a stone corridor. He saw the brooding, intense gaze of Tang Hao polishing his massive hammer. He observed Tang San sitting in quiet meditation, his purple eyes occasionally opening to stare out at the crashing waves of the island. He noted the presence of Dai Mubai, Dai Weisi, and even the legendary Limit Douluo, Tang Chen, holding the devices.
Zhang Tian mentally marked the specific spiritual frequencies of the tools held by Tang San, Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, Tang Chen, Dai Mubai, and Dai Weisi. He secured their visual and audio feeds within a priority tracking sub-routine. It would be incredibly entertaining to suddenly project his voice through their devices someday in the future, right in the middle of a desperate battlefield, and vividly, explicitly tell them exactly how much he was thoroughly enjoying the voluptuous bodies of the women they loved, revered, and sought to protect, tailoring his taunts based on the specific relationship that woman had with them.
But his gaze did not linger on the men for long. He shifted his focus, taking careful note of the devices that were currently held by the beautiful, highly influential women connected to his enemies.
One screen displayed a stunning, breathtaking woman seated within the opulent, gilded halls of the Star Luo Imperial Palace. It was the voluptuous, sexy Empress Zhu Leihua. She was the older sister of Zhu Wanyue, and the regal aunt to both Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing. The visual feed captured her mature, incredibly curvaceous figure, wrapped in tight, elegant silk that highlighted her massive breasts and wide hips. She possessed the same undeniable, feline allure that ran so strongly in the Zhu family bloodline.
Zhang Tian's icy blue eyes darkened with a predatory, wicked hunger. He planned to tell his dear lovers—Zhu Wanyue, Zhu Zhuyun, and Zhu Zhuqing—about this specific surveillance feed later. He would tell them in his bedchamber that he fully intended to conquer that beautiful Empress, dragging her down from her high throne to add her to his collection of slutty whores as well.
She truly was quite a voluptuous beauty, just like them, and the thought of breaking the final beauty of the Zhu Family filled him with a dark, corrupt thrill.
He moved his gaze to the next feed, observing the elegant, sophisticated, and flawlessly beautiful Tang Yuehua as she sat within her refined Moon Pavilion, her silver dress highlighting her pristine grace.
On another screen, he saw the beautiful and powerful Bo Saixi, the High Priestess of Sea God Island, her ocean-blue hair cascading around her majestic, mature figure as she stared out at the sea.
He admired just these three beauties for a few moments longer. Well, among the vast collection of women in the world, he had just failed to capture Tang Chen's lover Bo Saixi, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's younger sister Tang Yuehua, and Dai Mubai and Dai Weisi's mother, Zhu Leihua. They remained free, for now. But their days of unbothered peace were numbered.
Zhang Tian severed the visual feeds, the holographic screens dissolving into a fine, green mist that faded into the stone floor. He was not in any mood to think more about this distant surveillance right now.
His sharp, highly attuned spiritual senses had just detected a profound, familiar fluctuation of dark, chaotic energy originating from near the area of the grand building that exclusively belonged to Bibi Dong and Hu Liena.
The Supreme Pontiff had returned.
Zhang Tian turned away from the console and exited the underground laboratory. He intended to go meet with his dear lover Bibi Dong immediately. He had a pressing, highly theoretical matter he wanted to converse with the Rakshasa Goddess about. He needed to utilize the dark deity's vast, ancient knowledge of soul manipulation and binding curses regarding his ambitious, world-altering plan of creating deep, metaphysical contracts between Spirit Beasts and human Spirit Masters. He wanted to forge a system that would help the Spirit Beasts share their power with Spirit Masters and vice versa, allowing each of them to symbiotically assist with each other's evolutionary growth, completely bypassing the need for bloody slaughter.
But before he visited the Supreme Pontiff, he needed to return to his own private quarters.
Zhang Tian walked through the sprawling, opulent corridors of his mansion, his boots silent against the thick, plush carpets. He pushed open the heavy double doors of his master chamber, stepping into a room that was still heavily saturated with the sweet, intoxicating scent of sweat, arousal, and profound sexual exertion.
The massive, circular bed was a chaotic tangle of dark crimson silk sheets. Lying completely naked amidst the ruined bedding were two of his most cherished, deeply devoted beauties.
They had been fucked relentlessly for the entire night, completely surrendering their bodies to his boundless, terrifying stamina. He had enjoyed their flawless forms very thoroughly, pushing them to the very brink of sensory overload.
On the left side of the mattress lay his dear Ning Rongrong. She was curled onto her side, breathing in a soft, steady, and incredibly deep rhythm. Her delicate, pale skin was flushed a vibrant pink, and her slender, youthful curves were completely relaxed. Ning Rongrong had valiantly endured seven grueling, intense rounds of sex in her pussy last night. During those intense sessions, she had made him climax deep inside her womb quite a few times, while she herself had climaxed even more times, her body shuddering and weeping under his relentless pace until she finally, entirely exhausted, fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.
On the right side of the bed, sprawled elegantly on her back, was his dear Zhu Zhuqing. The lethal, incredibly voluptuous feline beauty was the one who had truly, thoroughly satiated his raging lust. She possessed an incredible physical constitution, and she had utilized her voluptuous body, her massive, heavy breasts, her incredibly tight pussy, and her skilled mouth to serve him without restraint.
While Ning Rongrong slept, Zhu Zhuqing had endured more than many dozens and more rounds with him.
The two of them had climaxed quite a lot of times to satiate their mutual, burning lust, leaving her curvy thighs, her breasts, and even corners of her mouth glistening with dried sweat and the copious amounts of his spilled seed.
Zhang Tian smiled, a look of deep, genuine affection softening his sharp features as he looked down at their tired, beautiful bodies. He raised his hands, tapping into the boundless, restorative power of his Life Spirit Core.
A warm, highly concentrated wave of pure Life Spirit Energy radiated from his palms, washing over the two sleeping women. The emerald light bathed their naked forms, instantly soothing their deeply sore muscles, mending any micro-tears in their delicate flesh, and rapidly replenishing their entirely depleted physical vitality.
Zhu Zhuqing's dark feline eyes fluttered open as the healing energy surged through her meridians. She stretched her long legs, feeling the pleasant, lingering ache in her core vanish under his touch. Beside her, Ning Rongrong stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she sat up, the silk sheets falling away to expose her perfect, perky breasts.
"Rongrong, Zhuqing, wake up," Zhang Tian said gently, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "Go and wash up in the bathing chamber. I must take my leave for the morning."
"Are you leaving so soon, Hubby?" Ning Rongrong asked, her voice laced with a sweet, lingering sleepiness as she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his waist.
"I am," Zhang Tian smiled, running a hand through her messy cyan hair. "I will go and meet with the Supreme Pontiff. I need to have an important, highly strategic conversation with her regarding the future of our empire's laws."
Ning Rongrong, entirely innocent and completely unaware of the deep, scandalous, and highly explicit sexual relationship her husband shared with the supreme leader of the Spirit Hall, simply nodded her head in understanding. She viewed the Supreme Pontiff as a terrifying, untouchable political ally, an elder whom her husband consulted for grand continental strategies.
"Do not work too hard, Hubby," Ning Rongrong told him sweetly, slipping out of bed and heading toward the lavish, marble-lined bathing chamber to clean the sticky remnants of their night away.
Zhu Zhuqing, however, knew the entire, filthy truth. She sat up, her massive breasts swaying heavily. She shot Zhang Tian a deeply knowing, incredibly sly, and sultry smile. She knew exactly what 'important conversations' with the Supreme Pontiff usually entailed when he had that specific, predatory gleam in his icy blue eyes.
"Give the Supreme Pontiff my deepest regards," Zhu Zhuqing purred softly, her tone laced with dark amusement, before turning to follow Ning Rongrong into the bath.
Zhang Tian chuckled, a low sound of pure satisfaction, before turning and leaving the master chamber. He traversed the sprawling, sunlit courtyards of the mansion, the crisp, freezing air of the Frostfall Province invigorating his senses, until he reached the isolated, heavily warded building dedicated entirely to Bibi Dong and her disciple.
Meanwhile, deep within the highest, most secure chamber of that very building, a dark, swirling vortex of necrotic, purple-green energy rapidly collapsed inward, sealing the rift in space.
Bibi Dong stepped out, officially emerging from her grueling, agonizing stint within the Rakshasa Secret Realm. The Supreme Pontiff looked slightly pale, the sheer, profound mental toll of communicating with the dark deity and absorbing the raw, unfiltered malice of the realm leaving her spirit temporarily strained.
Standing dutifully near the doorway of the opulent receiving room was her beloved disciple, Hu Liena.
"Teacher, you have returned," Hu Liena greeted respectfully, hurrying forward to offer her support.
"I have, Na'er," Bibi Dong replied, taking a slow, measured breath to settle her turbulent meridians. The dark, chaotic energy of the Rakshasa God slowly receded beneath her flawless, regal exterior. "Has the mansion remained secure during my seclusion?"
Hu Liena's golden eyes flickered slightly. "Everything is perfectly stable, Teacher. However... Lord Zhang Tian came seeking you out a few days ago, right after he returned to the mansion from his extended trip to the Heaven Dou City. He was inquiring about your schedule and seemed eager to speak with you."
Bibi Dong paused. The heavy, dark fatigue of the Rakshasa Goddess's training vanished in an instant, entirely washed away by a sudden, intense surge of profound excitement and deep, liquid heat pooling low in her stomach.
Her lover had returned. And he had come looking for her immediately.
Bibi Dong smiled, a genuinely soft, highly affectionate expression breaking through her usual, terrifyingly stoic facade.
She was incredibly surprised to know her lover had returned so swiftly from conquering an empire, and knowing that her dear lover Zhang Tian wanted to meet her since the last few days ago since he returned, she was wildly excited. She had waited for him, her mind immediately leaping to the most primal conclusion. She thought it must be because he must be terribly, overwhelmingly missing her body.
And well, she genuinely, deeply liked that thought. She hungered to be conquered by him, to surrender her terrifying worldly authority to his dominant touch.
"He is back," Bibi Dong murmured to herself, her pink eyes sparkling with a dark, deeply seductive anticipation. She turned to her disciple. "Na'er, draw a hot bath for me immediately. And fetch my ceremonial garments from the reinforced trunk."
Hu Liena blinked in surprise. "The ceremonial garments, Teacher? But you are not at Spirit Hall or receiving some important guest today."
"Just do as I instruct, Na'er," Bibi Dong ordered, her tone brooking no argument, though a faint flush crept up her elegant neck.
An hour later, Bibi Dong stood before a massive, full-length crystal mirror. She had meticulously dressed herself in a highly specialized, incredibly elaborate gown. It was the true, authentic, and breathtakingly noble dress of the Supreme Pontiff.
It was a magnificent, sweeping creation of heavy, pristine white silk, heavily embroidered with intricate patterns of pure gold thread that caught the light with every subtle movement. The gown featured a high, stiff collar that projected supreme, unyielding authority, and a structured, plunging neckline that showcased a flawless, mesmerizing view of her deep cleavage and the heavy, plush upper swells of her massive breasts.
She wore the heavy, jeweled crown of the Spirit Hall upon her head, the precious gems resting perfectly against her soft, lilac hair. In her right hand, she gripped the towering, ornate golden scepter, the ultimate, undeniable symbol of her continental power.
She knew exactly why she had chosen this specific, cumbersome, and incredibly noble Supreme Pontiff dress. She knew intimately that Zhang Tian possessed a deeply wicked, dominant streak. He absolutely loved the psychological thrill of conquering her while she was acting as a proud, untouchable Supreme Pontiff, forcing her to break character and submit to his overwhelming lust.
She sat down gracefully upon a high-backed, velvet-lined chair that resembled a throne in the center of her spacious chamber. She crossed her long, elegant legs, the slit in her heavy gown falling open to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, porcelain thigh, and waited patiently for him to arrive.
It did not take long.
Zhang Tian entered the building, his heavy footsteps echoing in the quiet, marble-lined corridor. Hu Liena met him near the entrance of the grand hall, bowing deeply.
"Lord Marquis," Hu Liena greeted softly. "My Teacher has emerged from her training. She is currently waiting for you in her inner chamber."
Zhang Tian stopped, a slow, highly predatory smirk spreading across his handsome face. If Bibi Dong had emerged and was actively waiting for him in her private chambers rather than a formal study, he understood perfectly that she perhaps thought he had come solely to fuck her.
Well, he had originally come to discuss complex, overarching theories regarding Spirit Beast contracts with a dark deity. But seeing the opportunity presented before him, he certainly didn't mind this little misunderstanding in the slightest. The theoretical discussion could absolutely wait. He wouldn't mind violently, passionately fucking his beautiful, powerful Supreme Pontiff first.
He pushed open the heavy, ornate oak doors of the inner chamber.
The moment he stepped over the threshold, his icy blue eyes locked onto the stunning, majestic vision sitting upon the velvet chair. Bibi Dong looked like a descending goddess. The heavy white silk, the gleaming gold, the jeweled crown, and the towering scepter—it all projected an aura of unapproachable, terrifying majesty.
He instantly became incredibly horny at the very thought of being able to press this noble, haughty Supreme Pontiff under him, stripping away her dignity piece by piece until she was nothing but a quivering mess.
Zhang Tian closed the heavy doors behind him, sliding the iron lock into place with a definitive, echoing clack.
"You requested an audience, Marquis?" Bibi Dong asked, her voice carrying the flawless, cold, and melodic cadence of the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall. She lifted her chin, her pink eyes staring down at him with feigned, haughty indifference, playing her role to absolute perfection.
Zhang Tian chuckled a dark, low sound that vibrated across the quiet room. He didn't bow. He didn't even lower his head. He began to slowly, deliberately walk toward her throne, his boots silent against the thick carpet.
"I was told the Supreme Pontiff had emerged from her meditations," Zhang Tian replied, his voice a smooth, dangerous purr, deciding to play along with her elaborate act. "I came to deliver a report. But it seems you are dressed for a much more... rigorous physical interrogation."
"You dare speak to me with such insolence?" Bibi Dong challenged, tightening her grip on her golden scepter, her knuckles turning white. "I am the ruler of the continent. I command the reverence of millions. So you should think before speaking to me in such a deplorable manner."
Zhang Tian reached her chair. He stood towering over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the light from the glowing spirit-lamps. He reached down with his right hand and wrapped his long, strong fingers directly around the golden shaft of her scepter, right above her own grip.
"You command nothing in this room, Supreme Pontiff," Zhang Tian whispered, his tone shifting from casual mockery to pure, tyrannical dominance.
With a sudden, effortless jerk, he violently ripped the heavy golden scepter entirely out of her grasp. He tossed the priceless, sacred artifact carelessly over his shoulder. It clattered loudly against the stone floor, rolling away into the shadows.
Before Bibi Dong could even register the loss of her weapon or utter a word of protest, Zhang Tian grabbed the intricate, heavily embroidered collar of her pristine white silk gown with both hands. He didn't bother searching for delicate laces, hidden zippers, or golden clasps.
With a brutal, savage pull, he violently tore the front of the majestic dress open.
RIIIIP!
The sharp, loud sound of tearing silk and popping gold threads echoed fiercely in the chamber. He tore the heavy fabric straight down her torso, violently parting the gown all the way to her navel.
Bibi Dong gasped loudly, her pink eyes widening in genuine, thrilled shock as the cool air hit her bare skin.
He didn't strip her completely naked. He deliberately left the heavy, jeweled crown resting perfectly upon her head, and the torn remnants of the majestic white and gold sleeves clinging to her slender arms. But her entire chest was laid bare to his hungry gaze. Her massive, incredibly heavy, milky-white breasts spilled out of the ruined, jagged edges of the fabric, bouncing heavily with her rapid, startled breaths. Her dark pink, highly sensitive nipples instantly pebbled, standing at strict attention under his dark stare.
"Look at you," Zhang Tian growled, dropping to his knees on the plush carpet between her spread, silk-draped thighs. He reached out, his large hands aggressively grabbing both of her massive, bare breasts. He squeezed the soft, overflowing flesh punishingly hard, his thumbs ruthlessly pinching her stiff peaks. "Dressed like a holy sovereign, but underneath this silk, you are nothing but a desperate, leaking whore begging for my cock."
"Ah! Husband... mmmph!" Bibi Dong cried out softly, her flawless, haughty facade instantly shattering into a million pieces. The sudden, intense pain mixed with the blinding pleasure of his rough, unyielding touch sent a massive jolt of liquid heat straight to her core.
Zhang Tian didn't waste another second on dialogue. He shoved his hands under the heavy, voluminous skirts of her ruined gown, bypassing the layers of silk completely. He grabbed her thick, soft thighs and hoisted her hips forward, pulling her to the very edge of the velvet chair. He unbuckled his dark trousers with frantic, desperate speed, freeing his massive, thick, and intimidatingly hard dick.
He aligned the blunt, weeping tip with her soaking wet, light pink pussy. The slick, clear fluids of her intense arousal were already dripping heavily down her inner thighs. He drove his hips forward with a devastating, unrelenting plunge, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal motion.
SQUELCH!
"AHHHHHHH! YES!" Bibi Dong screamed, her head throwing back, the heavy jeweled crown tilting precariously as her spine arched into a rigid bow.
Her incredibly tight, scalding hot internal walls clamped down furiously around his thick shaft, gripping him with a desperate, terrifying strength. The visual contrast was breathtakingly erotic. She sat upon her velvet chair, wearing the torn remnants of the highest holy authority in the world, while her face twisted into an expression of pure, unadulterated, slutty ecstasy as she took his massive cock deep into her womb.
Zhang Tian immediately established a ruthless, animalistic rhythm. He pulled almost completely out before slamming his pelvis forward with bone-rattling force.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The incredibly loud, sharp sounds of his hips repeatedly colliding with her plush, curvaceous buttocks echoed like thunder in the large chamber. With every brutal forward thrust, he leaned up, his mouth latching aggressively onto her massive right breast. He sucked the stiff, dark pink nipple deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue wildly around the sensitive bud while his teeth gently, playfully bit down on the surrounding soft flesh, leaving dark, reddish-purple bruises blooming across her pristine skin.
"Does the Supreme Pontiff enjoy this?" Zhang Tian taunted her, his voice muffled against her heavy breast. He used his dirty dialogue specifically to completely degrade her noble persona. "Does the untouchable ruler of the continent like getting her tight pussy destroyed on her bed?"
"Yes! Yes! I love it!" Bibi Dong babbled, entirely losing her mind, her hands flying up to tangle desperately in his dark red hair. "I'm not the Supreme Pontiff! I'm just your Dong'er! I'm your slutty lover! Fuck me harder, Husband! Break me!"
Her inner walls spasmed violently. She climaxed for the first time merely fifteen minutes into the session, her pussy milking his shaft with a frantic, desperate strength, flooding his cock with her slick, honeyed juices.
But Zhang Tian was only just getting started. He pushed right through her violent orgasm, pounding her sensitive, trembling flesh relentlessly, forcing her to ride the agonizing, overwhelming wave of pleasure.
He spent the entire afternoon fucking her relentlessly on the velvet chair, thoroughly exploring the depths of her pussy while continuing to ruthlessly knead, bite, and suck her massive, exposed breasts. He completely ignored the existence of the Rakshasa Goddess hiding within her spiritual sea; his brilliant mind and physical senses were focused purely, exclusively on the act of violently, passionately degrading his noble Bibi Dong.
As the sun began to set, casting long, fiery shadows across the chamber, Zhang Tian changed the venue.
He pulled out of her dripping wet entrance with a loud, wet POP, earning a desperate, high-pitched whine from the Supreme Pontiff. He grabbed her by the hips, effortlessly lifting her entirely off the chair. He carried her across the room, her bare legs wrapped securely around his waist, the heavy, torn skirts of her gown trailing on the carpet.
He threw her face-down onto her massive, expansive mahogany writing desk, sweeping a pile of highly classified Spirit Hall intelligence reports and sacred edicts onto the floor with a careless wave of his arm to make room for her body.
"Assume the position, Supreme Pontiff," Zhang Tian ordered coldly.
Bibi Dong eagerly scrambled forward, the torn white gown riding up to expose her curvy, bouncy backside. She planted her hands flat against the polished wood, sticking her plush, heavy buttocks high into the air, presenting her ruined, dripping pussy directly to him. The jeweled crown still rested stubbornly atop her head, a stark, humiliating contrast to her incredibly submissive, begging posture.
Zhang Tian stepped up behind her, gripping her wide hips firmly, and plunged back into her depths with a running thrust.
SQUELCH! SMACK!
"AHHHH! GODS!" Bibi Dong wailed, her chest pressing flat against the cold wood of the desk, her massive breasts squished uncomfortably, yet delightfully, beneath her own weight.
He fucked her doggy-style for the entire evening, his stamina remaining terrifyingly, impossibly robust thanks to the continuous rejuvenation of his Life Spirit Core. He pounded her with long, grueling, incredibly deep strokes. He reached her deepest, most sensitive spots with every single thrust, striking her cervix repeatedly and making her experience such immense, mind-shattering ecstatic pleasure that she could barely form coherent words.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her sweaty back. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, aggressively biting her pale skin, leaving a trail of dark, painful hickeys all the way down to her collarbone.
"Ahhh! Mark your property, Husband! Show everyone who owns the Pontiff!" Bibi Dong sobbed, tears of pure pleasure streaming down her flushed face as she entirely abandoned any shred of dignity.
Every time he felt his own release approaching, he didn't pull out. He gripped her hips with bruising force, driving his cock as deep into her womb as physically possible, and unloaded a massive, scalding creampie directly against her cervix. He filled her incredibly tight pussy to the very brim, the sheer volume forcing the thick white seed to immediately begin leaking out, running down her pale thighs and pooling messily onto the polished mahogany desk.
By the time night truly fell, plunging the chamber into darkness save for the faint, flickering glow of the spirit-lamps, Bibi Dong was a completely, utterly broken mess. From the untouchable, noble Supreme Pontiff, she had become exactly what she truly was beneath the silk: the desperate, slutty lover who belonged entirely to him.
The majestic white and gold gown was nothing more than shredded, cum-stained rags clinging to her waist and arms. The heavy crown had finally slipped from her head during a particularly violent climax, tumbling onto the floor with a dull thud.
But Zhang Tian showed no signs of stopping, nor did he display a single ounce of mercy.
He dragged her exhausted, trembling body from the desk and threw her onto the center of her massive, plush bed. He flipped her onto her back and mounted her, pinning her thick thighs wide open with his elbows.
He began to fuck her even more thoroughly in the missionary position, entirely abandoning any pretense of pacing. He drove his massive dick into her cum-filled, light pink pussy with a rapid, devastating, jackhammer rhythm. He stared directly into her glazed, pink eyes, ensuring she saw the monster who had completely conquered her soul.
"Look at me, Dong'er," Zhang Tian growled, his hands sliding underneath her to grab her curvy, jiggly buttocks, lifting her hips to improve his angle of penetration. "Tell me whose whore you are."
"Yours! I am yours, Husband! Only yours!" Bibi Dong screamed, her entire body shuddering violently as she rode out another massive, shattering climax, her nails digging deep into his broad shoulders.
The two of them climaxed many, many times as the dark hours ticked by. The chamber echoed endlessly with the wet, slapping sounds of their union, the loud, sharp smacks of his spanks, and the continuous, uninhibited symphony of her desperate moans until the dawn finally broke.
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