"Hnnghhh...♡"
Madam Zhu gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as Tianmo's lips suddenly grazed the sensitive curve of her waist. It wasn't a kiss of affection; it was the press of a brand, searing her skin with a cold heat that made her spine arch instinctively.
His mouth traveled slowly, tracing the line of her hip, his breath hot against the feverish flesh of her buttocks.
He was in no rush. He was savoring the built-up, dragging out the moment until the silence in the room was louder than her heartbeat.
Then, his hand moved.
Without warning, his fingers dug into the soft, ample flesh of her inner thigh. He didn't just grab; he pinched, twisting the skin with a precise cruelty.
"Nnnghhh!♡"
A guttural moan tore from Madam Zhu's lips, her body jerking like a marionette whose strings had been snapped. The pain was sharp, a needlepoint of agony that bloomed into a throbbing ache, but it was laced with a dark, electric pleasure that short-circuited her senses.
"So responsive..." Tianmo muttered, his voice vibrating against her skin. "This flesh... it is soft, indeed. Soft like the mud of a lotus pond, waiting to be trampled by the lotus."
He released her thigh, only to deliver a sharp, stinging slap to her other cheek.
Smack!
"KYAAAAH!♡"
Madam Zhu's massive breasts jiggled violently with the impact, the heavy globes swaying like pendulums of flesh. The sound echoed in the room, a lewd applause that seemed to mock her dignity.
"Silence," Tianmo commanded, though his tone was devoid of anger. It was a simple statement of fact. "A furnace does not scream when the fire is lit. It glows..."
He leaned down, his face hovering inches from her ear. His lips found the sensitive column of her neck, pressing against the frantic pulse that beat beneath her skin.
"Your heart races, Mother. It beats a rhythm of fear... and greed..."
He opened his mouth, his teeth grazing the tender skin however he didn't bite immediately instead he let the threat hang in the air, his breath hot and damp against her neck. Then, he sank his teeth in.
"AAAAHHH!♡"
Madam Zhu screamed, her body arching off the bed. The bite was hard, possessive, marking her as property. He didn't break the skin, but he left a deep, purple imprint, a brand of ownership that would last for days.
"Shhh..."
Tianmo brought his hand up to her face, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. She was panting, her mouth open, gasping for air like a fish on land.
"You talk too much," he said calmly. "A mouth should be used for worship, not for bargaining."
He pushed two fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.
"Guhhh...♡"
Madam Zhu's eyes widened. The intrusion was sudden, dominating. His fingers were thick, long, tasting faintly of her own arousal and the metallic tang of spiritual energy. He didn't just rest them there; he explored, sliding them deeper, reaching toward the back of her throat.
"Gaaa... Uggg... Hmmmph...♡"
She gagged, her throat convulsing around his fingers, her body trying to reject the foreign object. But Tianmo didn't pull back. He pressed deeper, hooking his fingers behind her teeth, forcing her jaw open wider.
"Look at you," he whispered, watching her face contort with the effort to accommodate him. "Drooling like a starving dog. Is this the dignity of the Second Madame? Where is the greed now? Where is the ambition?"
He curled his fingers, scraping them against the roof of her mouth, stimulating the sensitive glands there. Saliva pooled, overflowing her lips and dripping down her chin in thick, viscous strings.
"Slurp... Gugh...♡"
Madam Zhu's eyes rolled back. The humiliation was absolute. She was trapped, pinned by his hand, her mouth used as a plaything. Yet, as her body trembled, she felt a heat spreading through her lower belly, a fire that burned hotter with every gag.
She was being used. She was being owned. And it felt... right. No doubt.
Tianmo withdrew his fingers, a thick bridge of spit connecting them to her lips before snapping. He wiped the saliva on her cheek, marking her face with her own fluids.
"Beautiful," he said, his voice devoid of irony. "Now, let us see if the rest of you is as accommodating."
His hand moved down, sliding over the sweaty curve of her back, tracing the ridge of her spine until it reached the cleft of her buttocks. The flesh there was still red and hot from the spanking, radiating a heat that warmed his palm.
He kneaded the cheeks, his fingers sinking deep into the soft tissue, molding them like dough. He pulled them apart, exposing the tight, forbidden vision of her anus. It clenched instinctively, winking at him in fear.
"Hnn...♡" Madam Zhu whimpered, burying her face in the sheets. She knew what was coming. She had dreamed of it, fantasized about it, but the reality was terrifying.
Tianmo brought his thumb to his mouth, wetting it with his own saliva. Then, he pressed it against the tight ring of muscle.
"Relax," he commanded. "Or I will tear you."
Madam Zhu tried to obey. She took a deep breath, forcing her muscles to unclench, to surrender to the inevitable. She pushed her hips back slightly, an invitation, a plea.
Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed his thumb inside.
"Uuuughhh...♡"
The moan was low, drawn out, vibrating in her chest. The sensation was alien—a fullness that burned, a stretch that seemed to reach all the way to her stomach. Her anus was a tight, unyielding ring, fighting the intrusion, but his will was stronger than her flesh.
He pushed deeper, burying his thumb to the knuckle. He twisted it, rotating the finger, stretching the walls, preparing the vessel.
"So tight," Tianmo observed, his voice calm. "Like the seal of an ancient jar. It has never been opened, has it? Your husband... he feared this place. He feared the dark."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "But I do not fear the dark. I embrace it... Do you want me to use both of your holes?!"
Madam Zhu's body trembled violently, a shiver that ran from the crown of her head down to the tips of her toes. The sensation of his thumb inside her rear passage was invasive, a burning stretch that made her feel obscenely vulnerable, yet the dark promise in his words sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
"Y-Yes...♡" she stammered, her voice a breathless, broken whisper. She turned her head, her cheek pressing against the damp sheets, her eyes swimming in a haze of tears and lust. "Use them... Use both of them...♡"
She wiggled her hips, an involuntary, slutty motion that ground his thumb deeper into her ass. "My husband... he never touched me there... He said it was dirty... He said it was not for a wife...♡"
She let out a wet, choked sob, a sound that was half-mockery, half-plea. "But you... You are not afraid of the dirt, are you, Son? You are the Dragon... Dragons dwell in the mud and the mire to rise above it...♡"
She pushed back harder, her anal walls clamping down around his thumb, trying to milk the digit as if it were his cock. "Ruin this forbidden place... Make it yours... Make it so that when I sit, I feel you... When I walk, I feel you...♡"
"Oh..." He grabbed his cock and aimed it towards her pussy, the head of his member pressing against the entrance, hot and demanding.
"Hnnnghhh...♡"
Madam Zhu gasped, the sound a mix of relief and fear. He was finally going to enter her. He was finally going to fill the aching void that had haunted her. Yet, the sheer size of him was terrifying.
She reached back, her fingers trembling as she spread her pussy lips wide, exposing the wet, quivering entrance to his gaze. "Son... Nnn... Fuck this bitch, fuck your father's concubine... I'm just a hole for your pleasure...♡"
She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide and shimmering with a desperate hunger. "Make me forget that I am your mother... Make me forget that I am a Madame... Make me your whore... Your toy... Your furnace...♡"
She pushed back, impaling herself on the head of his cock, letting out a high-pitched, broken whimper as the stretch burned through her. "Fuuuuck...♡ So big... So big inside...♡ it feels bigger than beforeeeee.. Hnnnnn..."
Tianmo's hands clamped down on her hips, his fingers plunged into the soft, bruised flesh as he pulled her back. He didn't thrust right away, but he held her there, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust to the intrusion.
"Guuuhhh...♡"
Madam Zhu's legs trembled violently, threatening to give out. Her pussy was stretched to its limit, the walls struggling to accommodate the monstrous girth of his cock. She could feel every vein, every pulse, a drumbeat of power that echoed in her womb.
"Son... It feels bigger than before... Did you grow?♡"
Tianmo remained silent. He released her hip with one hand, bringing it up to the back of her head. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it back sharply, forcing her to arch her spine, to present her throat to him like a sacrifice.
With his other hand, he reached around, his fingers finding the swollen, sensitive bud of her clit. He pressed down, circling it with a slow, torturous rhythm.
"Uuuugggghhh...♡"
Madam Zhu's body jerked like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The pleasure was overwhelming, a shock of ecstasy that short-circuited her brain. She forgot about her plans, her greed, her schemes. In that moment, she was nothing but a vessel, a conduit for his pleasure.
"You... you are going to make me cum again...♡" she gasped, her voice breaking on a sob. "But I want to wait... I want to cum on your cock...♡"
Tianmo didn't respond. He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back further, exposing the vulnerable column of her neck. He leaned down, his lips pressing against the frantic pulse that fluttered beneath her skin.
He bit down.
"AAAAHHHH!♡"
The scream was raw, torn from her throat like a string pulled from a rotten cloth. The pain was sharp, a lightning bolt of agony that shot through her neck and settled in her core. He didn't break the skin, but he left a deep bruise.
He began to move, pulling his hips back slowly, dragging his cock against her inner walls with a torturous friction. Then, he slammed back in.
Squelch!
"Hnnnnngggggg!♡"
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was obscene, a wet, heavy impact that echoed in the room. Madam Zhu's breasts swayed violently with the force of the thrust, the massive globes slapping against each other like fleshy pillows.
Squelch! Squelch!
He set a rhythm, not the frantic, desperate pace he had used on Biyue, but a slow, deliberate, punishing pace. Each thrust was deep, aimed, driving into her with the precision of a spear.
"Haah... Haah...♡ So deep...♡"
Madam Zhu gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her eyes rolling back with each impact. She felt him in her stomach, a burning pressure that threatened to split her open.
The pain from the spanking, the biting, the stretching, it was all morphing into a singular, overwhelming sensation of pleasure. Her body was no longer hers; it was his plaything, his furnace, his tool.
"Harder...♡" she begged, her voice a broken, breathless whine. "Harder, Son... Make me forget... Make me forget everything...♡"
Tianmo obliged. He tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back further, forcing her to arch her spine until she was bent like a bow. He increased his pace, the slow, deep thrusts becoming faster, more violent.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of flesh hitting flesh was deafening, a lewd, wet applause that filled the room. Each slap made her vagina clench tighter.
"Haah... Haah...♡"
Her gasps were rhythmic, punctuating each thrust, her voice a broken, animalistic grunt.
"Look at you," Tianmo growled, his voice vibrating against her back. "The Second Madame of the Wang Family, being used like a common whore. If your husband could see you now... moaning like a bitch in heat, begging for your son's cock... would he even recognize you?"
The words were poison, dripping with malice, but they acted like an aphrodisiac on Madam Zhu's shattered psyche.
"He... He wouldn't recognize me...♡" she cried out, her voice cracking with pain and pleasure. "He would see a stranger... He would see a woman drenched in lust... He would see a Slut♡"
She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with a desperate hunger, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. "Yes...♡ Yes, this is what I am... I am a hole for your pleasure... I am a furnace for your fire... I am your whore... Your mother... Your toy...♡"
"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, ahh."
Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as Tianmo changed the angle of his thrusts, driving deeper, hitting a spot inside her that made her vision explode into a kaleidoscope of colors. Her body felt light, ascending towards heaven.
"Haah... Haah...♡ Right there... Right there...♡"
She was babbling now, her mind fragmenting under the assault of pleasure. "I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum on your cock...♡ Please... Let me cum... Let me cum, Son...♡"
Tianmo didn't answer. He released her hair, his hand moving to her throat, gripping it firmly, not squeezing, but controlling. He pressed down, using his grip to pull her back against him with each thrust.
"Guhhh...♡"
Madam Zhu's vision went white. The air was cut off, her lungs burning, but the lack of oxygen seemed to heighten the sensation, turning every thrust into a supernova of pleasure.
She was close. She could feel it building, a pressure in her lower abdomen, a coil tightening, ready to snap.
"Tianmo...♡ Son...♡ I'm cumming... I'm cumming...♡"
Her body seized up, her inner walls convulsing around his cock in a rhythmic, milking spasm. Her vision went dark, then exploded into a burst of golden light.
"AAAANGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!♡"
Her scream was hoarse, raw, echoing in the room like the cry of a dying animal. Her body shook violently, her legs giving out, but Tianmo didn't stop. He held her up by her throat, continuing to piston into her limp, trembling form with pure testosterone horsepower.
The orgasm ripped through her, a tidal wave of pleasure that left her mind blank, her soul floating in a sea of ecstasy. She felt his cock swell inside her, the vein along the underside throbbing violently, signaling his own impending release.
"Yes...♡ Yes, Son...♡"
She managed to gasp through the aftershocks, her voice a broken, desperate plea. "Cum inside your mother... Breed me... Fill me with your seed...♡"
She clenched her walls, trying to milk him, to draw out his essence. "Make me carry a child... Breed this slut... Breed your father's concubine...♡"
Her words were the final key.
With a low, guttural growl that sounded more like a beast than a man, Tianmo slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Hot, thick ropes of essence erupted from him, coating the inside of her womb. The sensation was overwhelming—a torrent of liquid fire that flooded her senses, triggering a chain reaction in her own body.
"GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!♡"
Madam Zhu's eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The Yang energy mixed with her Yin, creating a volatile explosion of pleasure and pain. It felt like her soul was being branded, her very DNA being rewritten by the sheer potency of his seed.
Her Dantian, the energy center of her cultivation, absorbed the energy greedily. The Earth-grade Serpent Twin Spirit Root within her flared to life, the Yin and Poison affinity resonating with the Dragon bloodline in his essence. It was a perfect, chaotic harmony.
She didn't just cum; she ascended. To infinity and beyond.
Her body convulsed, her pussy rippling and milking him, refusing to let a single drop escape. She became a black hole of lust, a singularity of desire that consumed everything he gave her.
"Ahhh...♡ Haaaa...♡"
Madam Zhu collapsed forward, her face burying into the mattress, her massive breasts squishing against the sheets. She was unconscious before she even hit the pillow, her mind overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the energy transfer.
Tianmo exhaled slowly, the green light in his eyes dimming slightly as he withdrew his cock. A flood of white fluid followed, pouring out of her like a broken dam, mixing with the sweat and juices that coated her thighs.
He looked at the two women lying on his bed—Biyue, the ambitious wife who sought power, and Madam Zhu, the greedy concubine who sought control. Both had been reduced to quivering messes.
"Haaa... Haa... So warm, your cum is so thick..." Madam Zhu murmured, her voice a slurred, dreamy whisper. She was half-conscious, her mind adrift in a sea of endorphins, but her body was still acutely aware of the sensation of being filled to the brim.
She reached back with a trembling hand, her fingers sliding through the sticky mess between her thighs. She scooped up a glob of the white essence, bringing it to her face. Her eyes, glazed and unfocused, stared at the thick fluid with a reverence usually reserved for holy artifacts.
"So much...♡" she giggled, a low, wet sound. "My husband... he shoots dust... dry, useless dust... But you... You shoot the essence of life...♡"
She rubbed the cum into her skin, smearing it across her cheeks and lips like a perverse facial mask. "It's tingling... My spirit roots... they are singing...♡"
She wasn't wrong. The Earth-grade Serpent Twin Spirit Root within her was undergoing a violent metamorphosis. The Yin affinity was drinking in the Yang energy, while the Poison attribute was refining it, breaking down the impurities and converting them into pure, corrosive power.
Tianmo watched her with cold detachment. She was degrading herself, wallowing in the filth of their coupling, yet there was a strange, twisted logic to her madness. She was absorbing every drop, refusing to let any of the precious energy go to waste.
"Son... Take my anal virginity...♡"
Madam Zhu's voice was a slurred, breathless whisper, cutting through the heavy silence of the room. She was still face down on the bed.
She reached back, her hand trembling as she pulled her bruised buttocks apart, exposing the tight, winking star of her anus. It was red and swollen from the earlier stretching, glistening with a mixture of sweat and the fluids that had run down from her pussy.
"You... You filled the front... But the back... The back is still empty...♡" she whimpered, a fresh wave of tears leaking from her eyes.