The Jade Phoenix palace had stopped being a palace.
It was now a womb.
Every corridor throbbed with low, wet sounds — *schlick… schlick…* — fingers plunging, hips bucking, breaths ragged. Violet mandalas had crept in from the outer walls — thin, living veins threading through jade pillars, across marble floors, up golden ceilings — pulsing in perfect sync with the city's heartbeat. The air was humid, thick with the musk of sweat, yin, and broken purity. Every breath felt like swallowing lust.
Shen Yuan walked the central corridor.
No guards remained standing.
They knelt in broken rows — armor half-unbuckled, cocks straining against metal plates with visible *throb-throb* pulses. Female captains had torn open breastplates with frantic *rip-rip-rip* sounds — breasts heaving, nipples hard as jade beads, fingers buried deep between thighs with rhythmic *schlick-schlick-schlick*. Their moans rose in broken little *nngh… ahh…* yelps every time a fresh wave of heat rolled through.
Concubines lined the walls — robes pooled at ankles, knees spread wide, hips bucking with desperate *pap-pap-pap* against palms. Breasts swayed. Nipples glistened. Slick dripped onto marble — *plip… plip… plip* — forming small puddles that reflected violet light. Some cried out in high, needy *ahhn-ahhn-ahhn* bursts when fingers hit the right spot.
Maids crawled on hands and knees — silk skirts hiked, asses raised, fingers plunging with wet *glorp-glorp* sounds. Their moans were softer, more submissive — *Master… please… Master…*
The sound filled the corridor like a living thing.
Wet flesh on flesh. *Slap-slap-slap*.
Choked whimpers. *Gluck… gluck…*
Drool hitting marble. *Plip… plip…*
Tears mixing with slick. *Drip… drip…*
Shen Yuan didn't look left or right.
He didn't need to.
He could feel them all — every womb tightening, every cock throbbing, every mind bending toward him like iron to a magnet.
At the end of the corridor rose the throne room doors — massive gold and jade, carved with phoenixes that now seemed to writhe in silent ecstasy. They opened without command — *groooan* — heavy wood scraping stone like a long, relieved sigh.
Inside: the grand throne hall.
A sea of kneeling bodies.
Hundreds — concubines, maids, court ladies, princesses, guards — robes torn or discarded, bodies glistening with sweat and yin. Breasts heaved. Nipples stood hard. Thighs trembled. Fingers plunged — *schlick-schlick-schlick*. Moans rose in waves — *ahhh… Master… Master…* — overlapping, desperate, obscene.
At the center, on the raised throne platform, sat the emperor.
Middle-aged. Regal. Once proud.
Now he slumped forward — hands gripping armrests, knuckles white, cock visibly throbbing through silk robes. His face was scarlet. His breathing came in short, ragged *hah-hah-hah* bursts. A dark wet spot had bloomed at the front of his robes — *plip… plip…* — precum dripping onto the jade steps.
Kneeling at his feet: his youngest daughter.
Princess Phoenix Mei.
Sixteen years old in mortal terms, Foundation Establishment Layer 6.
Body like fresh snow — pale skin, full breasts straining against half-torn silk, hips wide, thighs trembling. Long black hair spilled across marble like ink. Eyes once bright with royal arrogance now glassy, pupils blown wide. Between her legs, slickness glistened on stone — *drip… drip… drip* — a small puddle reflecting violet light.
She looked up at Shen Yuan.
Lips parted.
A soft, broken *ahhn…* escaped — barely audible over the hall's moaning tide.
Shen Yuan stopped three steps away.
The emperor tried to speak.
"Y-You… dare defile—"
Shen Yuan flicked a finger.
The emperor's qi collapsed — *whump*.
His voice died in his throat.
He slumped forward, cock throbbing visibly, a low *nngh* escaping his throat as the wet spot grew larger — *plip… plip…*
Shen Yuan ignored him.
He looked at the princess.
"You broke your seclusion for this."
She nodded — small, frantic, tears already running down cheeks.
"I… I felt you… coming…"
Her voice cracked — high, needy.
Shen Yuan crouched.
Took her chin — thumb brushing lower lip.
"You've been touching yourself since the heat wave hit."
She nodded again — faster.
"Every hour… every minute… I couldn't stop… *nngh*…"
Her hips bucked involuntarily — a soft *slap* as thighs hit marble.
The concubines moaned in chorus — *ahhh… ahhh… Master…*
Shen Yuan released her chin.
Stood.
Looked at the hall.
At the kneeling hundreds.
At the emperor, now trembling on the throne, cock throbbing, face scarlet.
Then he spoke — voice carrying through the palace like thunder wrapped in velvet.
"Jade Phoenix Dynasty."
Silence — except for the wet *schlick-schlick* from every corner.
"I claim you."
No one argued.
No one could.
He turned back to the princess.
Grabbed her wrists.
Pulled her to her feet.
Then pushed her to her knees.
She opened her mouth before he even asked — tongue out, eyes glassy.
He entered her — slow, deliberate.
Her throat bulged obscenely — *glurk*.
Her eyes rolled back.
A choked *mmph* escaped around him.
He fucked her face slowly — letting every wet *gluck-gluck-gluck* echo through the throne room.
Tears streamed down cheeks.
Drool ran in thick ropes down chin.
When he pulled out, she gasped — strings of saliva connecting them.
He flipped her around.
Bent her over the throne steps.
Her ass lifted instinctively — thighs trembling.
He entered her from behind — one long, smooth thrust.
She screamed — high, broken, needy.
Her belly bulged immediately — clear outline of his cock pressing against skin.
*Slap-slap-slap* — flesh on flesh.
Her nails scraped marble with frantic *skrrrtch* sounds.
She pushed back — desperate.
Harder.
Faster.
The emperor watched — face scarlet, cock throbbing, low *nngh* escaping throat.
The concubines moaned in chorus — *ahhh… Master…*
When Shen Yuan came — flooding her womb until her belly swelled like she was already months along — she convulsed.
The tattoo burned into her skin with a soft *hiss*:
**Shen Yuan's Cumdump #148 – Womb Property**
She collapsed forward — smiling, drooling, broken.
Shen Yuan looked at the emperor.
The emperor stared at his daughter — belly round, tattoo glowing, moaning Shen Yuan's name in broken little *ah… ah… ah…* sounds.
Shen Yuan spoke softly.
"You may watch."
He turned.
Stepped deeper into the palace.
The doors closed behind him with a low *thud*.
The palace had fallen.
The continent was only beginning to burn.