His fingers—two of them, thick and unyielding—drove deeper into my cunt with a wet, forceful shlkk that made my body arch against my will.
I gasped sharply, the sound tearing from my throat like a betrayal, as a fresh gush of slick arousal leaked out around his hand, dripping down my thighs in hot, uncontrollable rivulets.
My pussy clenched desperately, walls fluttering around the intrusion, heat blooming from my core like a wildfire I couldn't extinguish.
What was this?
My skin burned, flushed from neck to toes, every nerve alight with a feverish itch that demanded more, even as my mind recoiled in disgust.
Lust was chaos, a filthy tangle of leaking fluids and shameful cries—yet here I was, my virgin hole leaking like a broken dam, soaking his fingers as they pumped in and out with crude insistence.
The confusion gnawed at me; I was Elder Feng Lianhua, above such mortal frailties, yet my body betrayed me, heating unbearably, pussy throbbing with each thrust.
Schlk-schlk-schlk—
the obscene rhythm filled my ears, my arousal coating him in glistening shame.
"Now it's champagne time," he said suddenly, his voice a low, mocking rumble, eyes gleaming with dark amusement as his fingers curled harder inside me, pressing against that sensitive inner wall.
Champagne?
"What?" I managed to gasp, my voice fracturing, confusion swirling thicker than the haze in my mind.
But before I could demand clarity—
Wwoaaahhhh!
A violent shudder ripped through me, my pussy clenching wildly around his fingers as a stream of clear fluid shot out like a geyser, arcing through the air and splattering against the far chamber wall with a wet smack.
It was as if decades of pent-up barriers—my iron control, my cultivated purity—had shattered in an instant, releasing a flood that soaked the stone and left me trembling.
My eyes widened in horror, trembling as I stared at the glistening trail, my body convulsing with aftershocks.
"What... what is this? Why does my body feel so hot? Th-this is... ecstasy? How?!"
The words tumbled out in a breathless rush, my voice laced with panic and bewilderment.
Ecstasy? This chaotic rush, this leaking mess—it couldn't be.
Lust was tainted nonsense, yet the heat pulsed through me like molten qi, my pussy still leaking in shameful spurts, clit throbbing as if begging for more.
How could something so vulgar feel like this—like lightning in my veins, breaking me open?
He didn't answer.
Instead, his mouth descended on my breasts, capturing both nipples at once in a hot, wet suction that made me cry out.
"Ahhhh—!"
His teeth grazed them mercilessly, biting down with sharp pressure that sent jolts of pain-laced pleasure shooting straight to my core.
I leaned back against the sheets, tears streaming down my cheeks—hot, unbidden, mixing with the sweat on my flushed skin—as he pulled his mouth away with a lewd pop.
Both my tits jiggled from the release, heavy and swollen, nipples red and erect, marked by his teeth like brands of ownership.
The sensation lingered, a throbbing ache that only fueled the heat in my pussy, more arousal leaking out in confusion.
Why? Why did this feel... good?
I was leaning there, tears blurring my vision, body a betrayer as his fingers—still buried deep—resumed their pounding.
Schlk-schlk-schlk!
Each thrust curled harder, merciless, stretching my walls and making fresh leaks gush forth, my clit pulsing under his thumb's relentless flicks.
He started to stand from me then, his body rising like a shadow over mine, fingers finally withdrawing with a slick pop that left me gasping at the emptiness.
I rose on my elbows, elbows digging into the sheets, looking up at him with narrowed eyes, my chest heaving, tits still jiggling faintly from the motion.
The sheet was within reach—I snatched it quickly, pulling it over my body to cover my shame, though it did little to hide the wet spot between my legs or the way my nipples tented the fabric.
"Are you about to remove your clothes and enter my pussy with that... flesh of yours?" I demanded, voice sharp despite the tremor, glaring at his still-clothed form.
Why hadn't he stripped? Was this some further humiliation, leaving me exposed while he remained armored in fabric?
But he just smiled, that infuriating, knowing curve of his lips, shaking his head.
"Of course not. That's exclusive to my wives."
He pointed toward a door within the chamber, one I hadn't noticed before, half-hidden by swirling shadows.
It creaked open at his gesture, and there they were—two women, the ones I'd glimpsed earlier in the chaos, their faces flushed with a post-coital glow that made me narrow my eyes further.
One was the maidenly type, head bowed, cheeks crimson as she fidgeted; the other, fiery and warrior-like, averted her eyes with arms folded tightly across her chest, as if holding back a storm.
They stepped in, and he called them closer with a casual wave, hugging their waists possessively—one arm around the blushing maiden, the other around the defiant warrior.
Their bodies pressed against him, compliant yet charged with unspoken heat.
I clutched the sheet tighter, confusion and anger boiling up as I sat straighter, my pussy still leaking faintly beneath the fabric, a humiliating reminder of his "demonstration."
"What do you mean? And why haven't you removed your clothes yet? Is this some game to you?"
He looked at me then, still hugging his wives, their waists firm under his grip, and his voice was calm, almost amused.
"You wanted to feel how it is done, Elder. I showed you—but ravaging you... that's something else entirely."
The words ignited my fury, my pale eyes flashing like winter storms as I rose to my knees on the bed, sheet clutched like a shield.
"Showed me? You dare deny me now, after... after reducing me to this leaking mess? After making my body betray me with your filthy tricks? I am Elder Feng Lianhua—I could end you with a thought! If you think you can toy with me and walk away—"
He held up a hand, cutting me off, his smile deepening into something dangerously sincere.
"Deny? No. If you want it—if you want me to fuck you, to show you how it truly feels to be ravaged, body and soul—then I will. But for that, you'll need to marry me."
His wives shifted beside him, the maiden flushing deeper with her head bowed, the warrior averting her eyes further, arms still folded like she was bracing for impact.
He pulled them closer, hugging their waists tighter, emphasizing his point.
"In exchange, I'll ravage you daily—more than any of my wives, deeper, harder, until your icy walls shatter every night. You'll beg for it, crave it, and I'll give you power beyond your sect's dreams through our bond. But it's your choice, Elder. Marry me... or walk away with just a taste."
My breath caught, anger clashing with the lingering heat in my core, my pussy leaking anew at the vulgar promise.
Marry him? Submit to this... this upstart with his harem of flushed women?
Yet the ecstasy still echoed in my body, the squirting release a memory that made my thighs clench.
I narrowed my eyes, torn between disdain and an unwelcome curiosity.
"You presume much, mortal. But... explain this 'bond.' And know that if I choose yes, it will be on my terms—not as some conquered prize."
He chuckled, releasing his wives gently, their faces still flushed—one bowing her head further like a demure maiden, the other folding her arms tighter like a restrained warrior—as he stepped closer, eyes locked on mine.
"Then let's talk terms, wife-to-be."