As the decadent celebration gradually burned itself down to embers, the deep night settled over the luxurious hotel suite like a heavy velvet blanket. The chaotic energy of the victory party slowly transitioned into a sluggish, alcohol-soaked haze. Ah Yin, possessing the formidable constitution and vast spiritual sea of a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, remained the sole individual whose mind was an undisturbed lake of sobriety amidst the sea of intoxicated beauties. Her crimson blood-colored hair swayed gently behind her like a waterfall of dark rubies as she stood up from her seat, surveying the messy, sprawling arrangement of resting women.
"Come along, everyone, the hour grows late," Ah Yin murmured softly, her voice a soothing melody that cut through the lingering fog of the potent spirit wine.
She walked over to the plush chairs and gently guided the heavily blushing Qian Renxue toward the doorway. Qian Renxue was humming a happy, off-key tune, her violet eyes half-closed as she leaned her weight entirely against the crimson-haired woman.
Jin Xi stumbled slightly as she stood up from the floor. Her beautiful golden hair was a messy halo around her head, and she was rubbing her sleepy eyes with the back of her hands. Ah Yin's crimson vines manifested from the floorboards, gently wrapping around the girl's waist to nudge her forward and keep her from tipping over.
'This human alcohol is a strange poison that makes the room spin like a falling leaf in the autumn wind,' Jin Xi thought, yawning widely as she followed the gentle tug of the vines. 'But it makes my stomach feel like a warm furnace. How peculiar.'
Zhu Zhuyun lingered near the threshold of the heavy oak doors. She cast a desperate, hungry glance over her shoulder toward the massive sofa where Zhang Tian rested. Her dark eyes drank in the sight of his relaxed, dominant posture. Her inner walls throbbed with a phantom ache, and she yearned to fall to her knees right there on the carpet and beg him to ruin her again. The memories of her brutal conquering earlier that afternoon were a brand burned into her very soul. However, his silent command to keep her new status a secret kept her silent in front of the others. She bit her lower lip, forcing herself to turn away as she allowed Ah Yin to lead her out into the hallway.
"Goodnight, elder sister," Zhu Zhuqing called out lazily from the sofa, a knowing, predatory smirk playing on her lips.
Zhu Zhuyun merely nodded, her cheeks burning, before stepping out.
The heavy oak door clicked shut, the locking mechanism engaging with a solid thud. Zhang Tian was finally left alone in the expansive chamber with Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. The air was thick with the cloying scent of spilled crimson wine, roasted thunder-boar, and the undeniable, sweet musk of arousal that radiated from his two wives.
Zhang Tian sat up slightly on the plush sofa, shifting his weight. His deep blue eyes, completely clear and entirely unaffected by the massive quantities of alcohol he had consumed, locked onto Ning Rongrong. The support spirit master was currently giggling softly, her cheek resting against his broad chest as her fingers aimlessly traced the contours of his abdominal muscles.
"Rongrong," Zhang Tian spoke. His voice was no longer the casual tone of a host; it was a low rumble of impending danger, a predator eyeing its cornered prey. "Do you remember your transgression from earlier this evening?"
Ning Rongrong blinked, her cyan eyes wide and hazy as she tilted her head to look up at him. A beautiful flush of pink dusted her cheeks. "Transgression, Husband? What ever do you mean? This princess only wanted you to eat properly and act appropriately in front of our guests!" she defended herself. Her tone carried a playful haughtiness, a remnant of her pampered upbringing, but it completely failed to mask her eager anticipation. She shifted her hips against him, her pussy already weeping a slick trail of moisture into her silken undergarments.
"You interrupted my fun in front of our guests," Zhang Tian replied calmly, his hand sliding down her smooth, bare midriff to rest heavily upon her hip. His fingers dug slightly into her soft flesh. "You spoke against my actions. You tried to command your husband. Such defiance requires a proper correction."
'He just wants an excuse to be a wicked lecher,' Ning Rongrong thought, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. A thrill of liquid fire shot straight down her spine and pooled directly in her core. 'But I love it when he treats me like a disobedient girl. It makes my skin burn.'
Instead of offering any further excuses or attempting to flee from his grasp, Ning Rongrong stood up on trembling legs. The potent wine made her balance slightly precarious, but she managed to steady herself. With a bold, intoxicated smirk that completely defied her usual innocent demeanor, she reached around to her side and found the intricate clasp of her revealing silken skirt.
With a soft snick, the clasp gave way. The silken fabric pooled instantly at her ankles, exposing her creamy, plump, bubbly buttocks to the cool, conditioned air of the suite. She wore absolutely nothing underneath. She turned around slowly, actively showing off her flawless curves to him as though eagerly requesting the impending discipline. The soft, rounded mounds of her backside were a canvas waiting to be painted.
"If my dear Husband insists on punishing this princess, then I suppose I must humbly accept my fate," Ning Rongrong purred, her voice dripping with artificial submission. She leaned forward over the padded armrest of the sofa, sticking her curvy backside out provocatively, presenting herself to him like a sacrificial lamb offering its throat to the altar.
Zhang Tian did not hesitate for a fraction of a second. He raised his large hand, his icy blue eyes relishing the sight of her pale, unblemished skin illuminated by the golden spirit lamps. He brought his palm down with immense, calculated force.
SMACK!
The sound was as loud as a cracking whip, echoing sharply against the high ceiling of the suite.
"Ahhh!" Ning Rongrong shrieked, her toes curling deeply into the thick carpet. Her bubbly buttocks jiggled violently from the kinetic transfer of the strike. A perfect, bright red outline of his hand bloomed instantly upon her left cheek. The stinging sensation was sharp, but it immediately blossomed into a radiant, heavy heat that flooded her swollen pussy.
SMACK! SMACK!
He spanked her repeatedly, establishing a steady, punishing rhythm. His heavy palm rained down upon her, turning her fair skin a beautiful shade of rosy pink, and then a deeper, stinging crimson.
"Is this princess sorry for her disobedience?" Zhang Tian demanded, his voice a harsh growl of authority.
"Yes! Yes, Husband! This princess is sorry! Ah! Please, punish me more!" Ning Rongrong cried out, her hips jerking backward to meet his slaps.
While his right hand administered the discipline, his left hand reached around her slender waist. He gripped her firmly, his fingers digging into her stomach, before sliding up to fiercely knead her firm breasts. He squeezed the soft mounds of flesh through her thin top, tweaking her stiffened nipples through the fabric. The dual assault of sharp pain on her backside and greedy pleasure on her chest drew breathless, lewd moans from her throat. She was melting into a puddle of absolute obedience, her aristocratic pride utterly decimated by the heavy weight of his palm.
While Zhang Tian was thoroughly enjoying the bouncy resilience of Ning Rongrong's backside, Zhu Zhuqing sat beside them on the sofa. A dark flame of competitive desire began to burn fiercely within her feline eyes. The alcohol singing in her veins stripped away her usual quiet stoicism.
'My husband is focusing entirely on Rongrong,' Zhu Zhuqing thought, her fingernails biting lightly into her own palms. She felt a profound, wet throb between her own thighs, her inner walls clenching at the sound of flesh striking flesh. 'I must draw his eyes back to my body. I want his cock inside me just as much as she does. I do not want to be ignored.'
Deciding to escalate the situation to an entirely new level of depravity, Zhu Zhuqing reached out toward the low table resting in front of the sofa. Her slender fingers curled around the neck of a heavy crystal decanter filled with chilled, crimson ruby wine. With a seductive, languid motion that highlighted the lethal grace of her Hell Civet spirit, she unfastened the top zipper of her sleek stealth suit. She pulled the dark fabric down, letting it hang open around her waist to completely expose her massive, heaving cleavage to the open air.
"Husband," Zhu Zhuqing whispered, her voice a husky, intoxicating melody that sliced through the sound of Ning Rongrong's whimpering.
Zhang Tian paused.
Zhu Zhuqing tilted the crystal decanter. She allowed the cold, red liquid to pour directly over her bare chest.
The wine cascaded in a thick, dark waterfall over her heavy globes of flesh. It traced the deep curves of her breasts, pooling in the valley of her cleavage before spilling down her stomach, completely soaking the fabric of her rolled-down suit. The stark contrast of the dark red, almost blood-like liquid against her pale skin and her stiff, pink nipples transformed her into a living, breathing masterpiece of carnal seduction. She shivered as the chilled wine hit her heated skin, a soft gasp parting her lips.
Zhang Tian's hand halted mid-swing, hovering just an inch above Ning Rongrong's heavily reddened buttocks. His gaze snapped toward Zhu Zhuqing. His icy blue eyes darkened with an insatiable, ravenous hunger as he took in her wine-soaked form. The sight of her massive breasts glistening with the dark vintage triggered a primal instinct deep within his spiritual sea.
"You are begging to be devoured, Zhuqing," Zhang Tian growled, entirely abandoning his playful punishment of Ning Rongrong.
He lunged forward, tackling his dark-haired wife. He pushed Zhu Zhuqing down backward onto the soft cushions of the sofa, his large frame entirely blanketing hers. He did not bother with his hands. He buried his face directly into her wine-drenched cleavage.
He began to lick the sweet, strong alcohol right off her skin. His hot tongue traced frantic, desperate patterns over her heavy flesh, lapping up the crimson liquid that pooled in the deep valley between her breasts. The taste of the aged spirit wine mixed with the natural, musky sweetness of his wife's sweat was an elixir that drove him mad.
Slurp. Suck. Squelch.
The obscene sounds of his mouth feasting upon her breasts filled the silent room. He captured one of her stiff, cold nipples between his teeth, biting down with a firm, possessive pressure while his tongue swirled around the hardened peak.
"Yes... ahh! Bite me, Husband! Drink from me!" Zhu Zhuqing screamed, her back arching violently off the sofa. A surge of electric pleasure fried her nervous system, her fingers tangling desperately into his long red hair.
Zhang Tian continued his assault. His large hands came up to grip the massive flesh of her breasts, squishing them together to force the remaining wine upward into his waiting mouth. He fed upon her like a starving beast that had wandered the desert for a thousand years and finally found an oasis. He sucked the other nipple deeply into his oral cavity, pulling the soft, yielding flesh with a powerful vacuum that made her hips buck uncontrollably beneath him.
Ning Rongrong, completely abandoned and not wanting to be left out of the sudden frenzy, crawled over the cushions of the sofa. Her bare bottom was still stinging beautifully, radiating a hot, heavy pulse that demanded relief. She pressed her naked front against Zhang Tian's broad, muscular back, wrapping her slender arms around his waist and pressing desperate, open-mouthed kisses against his neck and shoulders.
"Do not forget about this princess, Husband," Ning Rongrong whined, her voice a pathetic, needy plea. She ground her hips forward, aggressively rubbing her soaking wet pussy directly against his thigh through his trousers.
"I could never forget you, Rongrong," Zhang Tian chuckled darkly, his voice muffled by the soft flesh of Zhu Zhuqing's breasts.
With a sudden surge of physical strength, Zhang Tian easily flipped their positioning. He rolled over, pulling both women with him until they were both pinned beneath him on the expansive, custom-built furniture. The sofa groaned under their combined weight. He reached down and unfastened his trousers with a single, swift motion.
His massive dick sprang free. It was a terrifying weapon of flesh, throbbing with an intense vitality that promised a night of unending, ruthless endurance. It cast a heavy shadow over the two breathless women looking up at him.
The decadent celebration rapidly transitioned into a grueling, ecstasy-filled marathon of pure devotion. Zhang Tian decided to initiate the conquest with the woman who had lured him with wine. He positioned himself between Zhu Zhuqing's spread thighs, grasping her hips firmly.
He drove his thick cock into Zhu Zhuqing first.
"AHHHH!" she let out a piercing scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure as the blunt head breached her entrance and stretched her inner walls to their absolute limits.
Her wet, tight pussy gripped his shaft like a heated velvet glove. This was the traditional, deeply intimate Missionary position, but executed with a primal brutality that defied romance. Zhang Tian did not start slow. He pulled back almost entirely before driving his hips forward like a battering ram, ensuring his massive length buried itself entirely within her deep womb with every single stroke.
Squelch. Slap. Squelch.
He pounded into her with ruthless efficiency. The sound of his pelvis colliding with her thighs and buttocks was a relentless metronome of lust. His hips were a blur of motion, yet his hands remained entirely occupied with fondling and squeezing the heavy, wine-stained fruits of her chest.
"You feel like heaven, Zhuqing," Zhang Tian grunted, his breath hot against her face. "Your pussy is a vice. It wants to milk every drop of seed from me."
"It does, Husband! It is yours! Ruin it!" Zhu Zhuqing babbled, her feline eyes rolling back. Her long legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, locking her ankles together to trap him deep inside her.
He maintained the deep missionary assault for an excruciating twenty minutes, his stamina never wavering. He pushed her higher and higher, reading the tremors in her flesh. When he felt her vaginal walls begin to spasm and flutter with the onset of her climax, he increased his speed, hitting her cervix with blinding speed.
Zhu Zhuqing shattered. Her body locked rigid, a high-pitched wail tearing from her throat as an overwhelming orgasm crashed through her system, flooding his cock with her slick fluids.
Before her cries even faded, Zhang Tian pulled out with a loud pop. He did not stop to rest. He immediately shifted his weight to the right, positioning himself over Ning Rongrong, who had been watching the display while furiously rubbing her own swollen clitoris.
He sank his massive dick directly into Ning Rongrong's dripping core.
"Ah! Yes! Finally!" Ning Rongrong shrieked, eagerly thrusting her hips upward to take his full length.
Zhang Tian grabbed her ankles, pushing her knees back toward her shoulders to initiate a Deep Piledriver position right there on the sofa cushions. He folded her entirely in half, completely exposing her delicate pink entrance to his relentless assault. This angle allowed him an even deeper penetration, his thick cock bypassing her usual limits to strike the very deepest depths of her womb.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Ah! Ah! Too deep! Husband, it's too deep!" Ning Rongrong babbled incoherently, her head thrashing against the armrest of the sofa.
"Is it too deep for the pampered princess of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect?" Zhang Tian taunted, his voice a dark, degrading sneer. He thrust his hips downward with brutal force, making her entire body jolt. "Does the princess need her husband to stop?"
"No! No! Don't stop! Break this princess! Fuck your slutty princess!" Ning Rongrong sobbed, tears of pure ecstasy streaming from her cyan eyes. Her smaller but perfectly formed breasts bounced violently with every strike, the pink nipples stiff and aching for his touch.
He reached down, grabbing her breasts and tweaking the nipples sharply, making her scream even louder. He dominated her completely, reducing the proud heir of the richest sect on the continent into a blubbering, desperate mess who only cared about the friction stretching her insides.
When Ning Rongrong's climax hit her like a runaway carriage, causing her to thrash and milk him with terrifying force, Zhang Tian pulled out once more.
The marathon was only just beginning. They moved from the ruined, wine-soaked sofa to the thick, plush carpet of the suite, seeking firmer ground for their primal war.
Zhu Zhuqing took the initiative. She pushed Zhang Tian onto his back on the carpet and straddled his hips, facing away from him. She initiated the Reverse Cowgirl position, determined to take control and wring the pleasure from him herself.
She slowly sank down onto his towering, rock-hard dick, a long, shuddering sigh escaping her lips as she felt him hit her cervix once again.
"Watch me, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing whispered over her shoulder, her feline eyes glowing in the dim light.
She began to ride him. She bounced her hips up and down, utilizing her incredible core strength. Zhang Tian watched in mesmerized delight as her massive, pale buttocks slapped heavily against his muscular thighs. Smack. Smack. Squelch. The visual was intoxicating. Her long, dark hair whipped through the air like a storm cloud with every frantic movement of her hips.
'This is so pleasurable that I cannot stop,' Zhu Zhuqing thought, her inner walls completely saturated and slick, creating a heavenly friction against his girth. 'I want to ride him until the sun rises. I want to feel him pulse inside me.'
Zhang Tian reached up, his large hands grabbing her wide, swaying hips to control the pace. He thrust upward from beneath her, meeting her downward momentum and creating a devastating impact that made Zhu Zhuqing throw her head back in a silent scream of ecstasy.
They eventually migrated to the massive, silk-sheeted bed, tangling in the expensive linens as Zhang Tian systematically dismantled their remaining inhibitions through sheer, relentless physical dominance.
He flipped Zhu Zhuqing onto her hands and knees for the fifteenth time, entering her from behind in a brutal Doggy Style position.
"Arch your back, Zhuqing," he commanded, his hand coming down to deliver a stinging slap to her already tender backside.
"Yes, Husband," she whimpered, sticking her massive buttocks high into the air, offering her dripping pussy to his assault.
He drove into her like a piston, his hands reaching around to grab her heavy breasts, squeezing them as he pounded her from behind.
He then pulled Ning Rongrong onto the bed, ordering her to crawl next to Zhu Zhuqing. He fucked them interchangeably, sliding his slick, swollen dick from one wife to the other, ensuring neither woman had a moment to recover their breath.
By the time they reached their twentieth round each, the massive bedroom was a symphony of absolute debauchery. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and wine. The room echoed continuously with lewd moans, the wet, rhythmic slapping noises of flesh colliding, and the breathless, desperate begging for his seed.
Zhang Tian's formidable stamina finally reached its terrifying peak. He was buried hilt-deep inside Ning Rongrong, holding her in a tight missionary embrace.
"I'm close, Rongrong," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic and impossibly fast.
"Fill me! Please, Husband, fill this princess up!" Ning Rongrong shrieked at the top of her lungs, her nails digging into his back. Her body locked in a rigid spasm as he unleashed a torrential flood of scalding hot semen directly into her womb.
He pumped his hips, emptying half his massive load into the sobbing, twitching princess. But he did not rest. He immediately pulled out of her dripping core and turned to Zhu Zhuqing, who was lying spread-eagle beside them, her chest heaving.
He drove his cock straight into Zhu Zhuqing's pussy, finishing his explosive climax deep inside her, emptying the rest of his thick seed into his dark-haired wife, cementing his absolute ownership over both of their bodies.
The grueling sex lasted for the entire night. There was no sleep, only a continuous cycle of pleasure, exhaustion, and renewed lust. Their bodies became entirely slick with sweat and the sheer volume of their combined fluids. The air grew heavy, humid with the undeniable, potent scent of their marathon.
When the first, pale rays of morning light finally pierced the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains, painting the ruined room in shades of gold and gray, the war was finally over.
Both women were entirely exhausted. Their beautiful, curvaceous bodies were reduced to trembling, satiated puddles on the ruined mattress. They lacked the strength to even pull the blankets over themselves.
Their pussies were incredibly swollen and throbbing with a dull, heavy soreness that would persist for days. Their heavy breasts bore the faint, purple blooming marks of his possessive bites and rough handling. Their beautiful, plush buttocks were painted with the fading red handprints of his discipline from the night before.
'I can't move a single finger... he really was relentless,' Ning Rongrong thought, her consciousness fading rapidly. Her cheek was resting against Zhang Tian's broad, sweat-slicked chest, listening to the steady, calming rhythm of his heartbeat as sleep finally pulled her under its dark tide. 'But it was so much fun.'
Zhang Tian laid comfortably in the center of the massive bed, sandwiched between his two dear wives. A triumphant, deeply satisfied smirk graced his handsome face. He wrapped his strong arms around their marked, exhausted bodies, pulling them close. He closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet peace of the morning, the undisputed king of his domain resting after a flawless conquest.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
Also, check out 20 Chapters Ahead for this fanfic on my P.atreon.
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