The bright afternoon sun filtered through the heavy, velvet curtains of the luxurious hotel suite, casting shafts of golden light across a room that resembled a battlefield of lust. The illumination laid bare the aftermath of their marathon thirty rounds of intense, grueling sex. The air in the main bedroom was thick, carrying the heavy, musky scent of sweat and dried semen.
Zhu Zhuyun was deeply asleep on the ruined silk sheets. Her curvaceous body was entirely exhausted, sprawled across the center of the mattress in a starfish position. She was dead to the world, her chest rising and falling in a deep, rhythmic slumber. The sunlight traced the harsh, beautiful reality of her new existence. Her fair skin was a canvas of Zhang Tian's ownership. Dark, purple bruises painted her collarbones and neck. Bright red handprints, overlapping and angry, decorated the plush swell of her buttocks. Dried streams of white fluid crusted her inner thighs, a testament to the sheer volume of seed she had taken into her womb over the course of the night.
However, Zhang Tian was already awake. The terrifying stamina granted by his spirit bones and internal cultivation meant he required very little rest. He was currently standing in the lavish, adjoining bathroom, where hot steam filled the air, transforming the tiled space into a humid, private oasis.
Zhu Zhuqing was dutifully serving her dear husband in the bathroom. Her naked, sexy body was pressed against his as she washed him off. She held a wet sea-sponge in her hand, initially using it to scrub the sweat and grime from his broad shoulders. But as the hot water cascaded over them, washing away the remnants of the night, a familiar, burning desire flared within her dark eyes.
She abandoned the sponge, tossing it onto the floor of the shower.
"Allow me to clean you properly, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing murmured, her voice a sultry purr echoing in the steamy enclosure.
She poured a generous amount of slick, fragrant soap directly onto her own chest. With a seductive smile, she stepped flush against him, deliberately using her large breasts to lather the soap across his muscular chest and stomach. She dragged her body up and down against his torso. The heavy globes of flesh squished and deformed against his hard pectoral muscles, creating a slick, highly erotic friction. Her stiff pink nipples, slick with soap, scraped tantalizingly against his skin.
Zhang Tian let out a low groan, leaning back against the tiled wall. He allowed his hands to rest on her narrow waist, guiding her movements as she washed him with her curvaceous body.
After ensuring his chest and abdomen were thoroughly coated in soapy lather, Zhu Zhuqing dropped to her knees on the wet tiles. The hot water rained down upon her, matting her long dark hair against her back. She looked up at him, her feline eyes glowing with slavish devotion, and took his semi-erect cock into her delicate hands.
She pushed her arms inward, squeezing her massive breasts together to create a deep, suffocating valley of soft flesh. She guided his shaft directly into her cleavage, initiating a masterful tittyfuck.
Schlick. Squelch. Rub.
She moved her upper body back and forth, using her large breasts to squeeze his shaft tightly. The soap provided the perfect lubrication, allowing his dick to glide smoothly between her heavy mounds. Her pink nipples framed the thick weapon of flesh, rubbing against the sensitive skin of his shaft with every rhythmic motion.
Zhang Tian groaned louder this time. His hands moved from her waist, tangling deeply into her wet, dark hair. He watched his dick slide smoothly between her deep, soft cleavage, the visual stimulation pushing his arousal higher. The contrast of his thick, rigid length trapped between the pale, soft globes of snow was a feast for his eyes.
"You are a wicked wife, Zhuqing," he praised, his voice a hoarse rumble over the sound of the running water. "You know exactly how to test my restraint."
Not stopping there, Zhu Zhuqing decided to push him over the edge. She tilted her head forward, opening her mouth wide. She took the broad, blunt tip of his cock between her lips and slid downward, providing a deep throat blowjob that swallowed his massive length.
She bypassed the tittyfuck entirely, opting to take him directly into her oral cavity. She bobbed her head expertly, her throat muscles relaxing to accommodate his terrifying girth. Her wet lips formed a tight seal around his base, making obscene slurping sounds as she serviced him with absolute devotion.
Slurp. Suck. Gulp.
She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the sensitive ridge of his tip before plunging her head back down, her nose brushing against his dark pubic hair. She looked up at him through her wet eyelashes, her eyes conveying a silent promise of endless submission.
Considering how incredibly good Zhu Zhuqing was at this, Zhang Tian's formidable stamina was severely tested. The combination of the hot water, her expert tongue, and the tight vacuum of her throat forced blood to rush into his groin. He quickly hardened to his absolute limit, his cock swelling and pulsing within her mouth.
With a low, feral growl, Zhang Tian gripped the back of her head. He thrust his hips forward, burying his dick deep into her throat.
"Swallow it all, Zhuqing," he commanded, his voice tight with approaching release.
He released a massive, scalding load of his semen directly against the back of her throat. The thick, hot liquid erupted from him in heavy pulses, flooding her mouth with his musky essence.
Zhu Zhuqing eagerly swallowed the large load of his semen. Her throat worked rhythmically, visibly bobbing as she forced down the heavy volume of his seed. She ensured not a single drop was wasted, drinking him dry as if his cum were a sacred elixir. When his hips finally stopped twitching, she slowly pulled back, letting his softening tip slip from her lips with a wet pop. She darted her tongue out, licking his tip clean of any remaining white fluid, a proud smile gracing her flushed features.
"Delicious, Husband," she whispered, wiping a stray drop of water from her chin.
After cleaning him off, Zhang Tian was not finished. The release had only stoked the fires of his hunger. He reached down, grabbing her by the upper arms, and pulled her up from the wet floor. He spun her around, pressing her bare back against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall.
The stark contrast of the freezing ceramic against her heated skin made Zhu Zhuqing gasp, her back arching instinctively.
Zhang Tian lifted her right leg, hooking her knee over his forearm to expose her dripping pink pussy. Without any warning, he slid his massive dick right back inside of her tight core, initiating another intense round of being fucked by him.
"Ahhhh!" Zhu Zhuqing cried out, the sudden, deep penetration forcing the breath from her lungs.
SMACK! SMACK! SQUELCH!
He pounded into her with relentless force. His hips collided against her curvy buttocks, the wet slapping sounds echoing sharply in the confined space of the shower. The hot water continued to cascade over their joined bodies, washing away their sweat as quickly as it formed.
As he pounded into her, his hands moved upwards, abandoning her waist to relentlessly fondle her large breasts. He squeezed the heavy flesh, his thumbs roughly tweaking her stiff pink nipples. He was lost in the pleasure of her flawless, wet body, his mind marveling at the sheer perfection of her curves.
As the echoes of their wet slaps filled the bathroom, Zhang Tian looked down at Zhu Zhuqing's flushed, ecstatic face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted in a continuous, breathless moan.
"Tell me, Zhuqing," Zhang Tian asked. His voice was a low, demanding rumble between heavy thrusts, vibrating through her chest. "Why did you truly lead your elder sister into becoming my slut?"
He pulled back almost entirely before slamming his hips forward, hitting her cervix with brutal precision to emphasize his question.
"Ah! Husband!" she squeaked, her hands gripping his biceps for dear life.
"If it was just about wanting me to help her escape her fate," he pointed out, maintaining his punishing rhythm, "you know I would have done it if you simply asked me. A single word from you, and I would have slaughtered Dai Weisi and shielded her from the Star Luo Empire."
He pinched her left nipple, pulling the flesh slightly. "There was no need for you to offer her body to me in such a manner. You practically gift-wrapped her and placed her in my bed. Why?" he asked, genuinely curious about the underlying motivations of his proper wife.
Zhu Zhuqing let out a breathless moan as he hit her cervix again. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, burying her face against his wet shoulder.
"Well... that was just one reason, Husband," she managed to gasp out, her voice trembling from the sheer force of his thrusts.
"And the real reason?" he prompted, slowing his pace just a fraction to allow her to speak.
"The real reason is..." she paused. She pulled her head back, her dark feline eyes looking up at him. Within her gaze swirled a complex mixture of absolute adoration and a hint of deep-seated insecurity that Zhang Tian rarely saw.
"As your lover and your wife, I believe that I somewhat do not deserve you," Zhu Zhuqing confessed. Her voice trembled slightly with emotion, laying her vulnerabilities bare before him.
Zhang Tian frowned, his thrusts pausing for a second. "Do not deserve me? What nonsense are you speaking?"
"It is true," she insisted, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist to pull him deep inside her. "I know that all of my potential, my overwhelming strength, my mutated spirit bone, and my great future... it is all entirely because of you. Without your guidance, your elixirs, and your protection, I would just be a hunted runaway."
She took a shaky breath, the hot steam swirling around them.
"Unlike Rongrong," she continued, her voice dropping a register, "who has greatly helped you by providing the massive backing, the political influence, and the boundless wealth of her Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect..."
She looked down, suddenly ashamed. "I, myself, had not managed to help you at all. I have no army to offer you. I have no wealth to fund your research. I have nothing to give... other than using this curvaceous body of mine to please you," Zhu Zhuqing stated, explicitly expressing her lingering feelings of inadequacy.
Zhang Tian listened in silence, his heart clenching slightly at her words. He had never realized she harbored such heavy insecurities, constantly comparing her own contributions to the sheer financial and political might of Ning Rongrong's sect.
"Because of that inadequacy," she explained, her pink pussy clenching tightly around his dick to emphasize her point, "I wanted to go extreme in this manner. I know you have great desires, Husband. I know the depth of your lust."
Her dark eyes flashed with a sudden, dark determination.
"I wanted to focus entirely on satiating your lust and fulfilling all your desires. Even if those desires are evil, depraved, or taboo... as long as you like it, I will help you achieve it," she vowed. Her words were a solemn oath, an unwavering commitment to become the ultimate instrument of his pleasure.
"I had noticed you staring at my elder sister with distinct lust during the match yesterday," Zhu Zhuqing revealed, a small, knowing smile breaking through her serious expression. "Your eyes lingered on her heavy breasts and her wide buttocks. You wanted to conquer her."
She reached down, her fingers trailing over his wet abdominal muscles.
"I didn't mind it at all. In fact, it gave me a purpose. I wanted to help you fulfill your wishes by bringing her directly to your bed," she concluded her heartfelt confession.
Zhang Tian paused his thrusting entirely. He stood still, pinning her against the wall, his blue eyes softening as he absorbed the sheer depth of her devotion.
"But convincing her could not have been easy," Zhang Tian mused softly. "Zhuyun is proud. She was poised to be the Empress of Star Luo. How did you break her resistance so swiftly?"
Zhu Zhuqing's smile widened, a hint of predatory cunning flashing in her feline eyes.
"When I went to her room, she was terrified," Zhu Zhuqing recounted, her voice echoing over the running water. "I offered her a place as your slut to save her from Dai Weisi's wrath. But Zhuyun is a proud woman. She asked me, 'How is being his used whore any better than being a concubine to the future Emperor of Star Luo?'"
Zhu Zhuqing reached up, her wet fingers tracing his jawline.
"I told her the truth, Husband," she whispered reverently. "I told her that serving you is not a degradation, but an ascension. I explained that you are a supreme tonic for a Spirit Master. I told her that by becoming your slut, you would strengthen her spirit. You would purge her impurities, elevate her cultivation, and help her become far stronger than she could ever dream of being by Dai Weisi's side."
She let out a soft, amused chuckle. "For a Spirit Master like my sister, whose entire life has been dictated by the pursuit of strength to survive our family's cruel laws... boosting her power was an irresistible temptation. The promise of your strength greatly convinced her. She surrendered her aristocratic pride in exchange for the sheer power you represent. She realized that spreading her legs for you was the greatest investment she could ever make."
Zhang Tian was quite pleased with her thorough explanation. He let out a dark, rich laugh that vibrated against her chest. The loyalty Zhu Zhuqing displayed—her willingness to manipulate her own sister's ambitions just to procure a new toy for him—was something that could not be bought with mere gold or political power. It was a devotion forged in fire and blood.
"Well, Zhuqing, it truly wasn't necessary for you to go to such extreme lengths," Zhang Tian told her. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He poured all his affection into the embrace, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting the lingering flavor of his own seed.
"You are my woman," he assured her, pulling back to look deep into her eyes. His hands moved to gently squeeze her large breasts, a comforting, grounding touch. "Your presence alone is enough. You do not need to bring me concubines to prove your worth."
He brushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead. "The gold and influence that the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect bring to me isn't just because of Rongrong but also because they want those artifacts. Even if she didn't have such great family, I would still be as much in love with Rongrong as I am now. And my love for you is the same."
Zhu Zhuqing's breath hitched. A solitary tear mingled with the shower water running down her cheek. The heavy burden of inadequacy she had carried for months finally shattered under the weight of his validation.
"However," Zhang Tian added, a dark, wicked smirk returning to his handsome face. He rolled his hips, grinding his thick cock against her sensitive inner walls. "I absolutely will not complain."
"Your elder sister, Zhuyun, is quite delicious indeed," he admitted shamelessly, a lecherous glint in his blue eyes. "Her curvaceous body is a magnificent addition to my bed. The way she screams when I spank her buttocks... it is music to my ears."
Zhu Zhuqing smiled brightly, her feline eyes crinkling at the corners. She felt a massive weight lift off her chest now that she knew her husband was genuinely pleased with her efforts and her flesh-and-blood gift.
"Then I will continue to serve you exactly like this, Husband," she promised. She arched her back, pushing her pink pussy deeper onto his thick cock, demanding his attention. "I will be your loyal wife, your deadliest assassin, and your most depraved slut. Let us finish this round."
"As you wish, my dear wife," Zhang Tian growled.
He resumed his pounding, his hips a blur of motion. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of their renewed vigor. He fucked her relentlessly against the cold tiles, his stamina holding out until he felt her inner walls spasming in a violent climax. He followed her over the edge, filling her deep womb with his seed once more.
They finished their intense bathroom session, leaning against each other as they caught their breath. Finally, they grabbed fresh towels and washed the remaining sweat and fluids from their bodies, wrapping themselves in plush, white robes.
They walked out of the steamy bathroom and back into the main bedroom. The cool, air-conditioned air was a stark contrast to the humid shower. The afternoon sun had already shifted significantly, casting long, orange shadows across the ruined room.
On the massive bed, Zhu Zhuyun finally groaned.
Her dark eyes fluttered open as she woke up in the late afternoon. Her entire body ached beautifully from the night's extreme activities. Her thighs felt like jelly, her lower back throbbed with a dull, heavy soreness, and her pink pussy felt stretched and swollen. Yet, beneath the physical exhaustion, a strange, buzzing warmth radiated through her meridians. It was the residual energy of Zhang Tian's essence, slowly nurturing her spirit just as Zhu Zhuqing had promised.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, the silk sheets falling away to expose her heavy, bruised breasts. She looked up, her gaze instantly locking onto Zhang Tian.
He had discarded his towel, standing near the edge of the bed in all his naked, heavily muscled glory. The sunlight caught the sweat glistening on his broad chest and the defined ridges of his abdomen.
"Husband..." Zhu Zhuyun murmured. Her voice was hoarse, scratched raw from screaming his name for thirty consecutive rounds. She automatically used the intimate title, her mind having fully accepted her new reality. She pushed her heavy breasts up off the mattress, offering her curvaceous body to his gaze instinctively.
Zhang Tian did not give her a moment to fully recover her bearings. He saw the way she looked at him—like a starving dog looking at a feast.
He crawled right back onto the bed. His dick, which had just emptied itself inside her sister minutes ago, was already swelling, engorging with fresh blood until it stood fully erect once again, a terrifying monument of flesh.
"Did you sleep well, my slut?" he asked.
He didn't wait for a polite answer. He reached out, his large hands grabbing her wide, curvaceous hips, and dragged her forcefully across the silk sheets, pulling her right to the edge of the mattress.
"Ah! Husband, wait—" Zhu Zhuyun gasped, her eyes widening as her legs dangled off the side of the bed.
Zhang Tian stood between her spread thighs, towering over her. He grabbed her ankles, pushing her knees back toward her shoulders, folding her completely in half and exposing her swollen pink pussy to the cool room air.
Without hesitation, he drove his massive cock forward, burying it hilt-deep into her tight core in one brutal, unforgiving thrust.
"AHHHH!" Zhu Zhuyun screamed, her back arching off the mattress.
The soreness from the previous night was instantly eclipsed by a blinding flash of renewed pleasure. Her inner walls, still sensitized from his previous assaults, clamped down on his thick shaft hungrily.
"You thought you could sleep all afternoon?" Zhang Tian taunted, his hips snapping forward with a loud SMACK as his pelvis collided with her buttocks. "A slut doesn't sleep until her Master is satisfied."
"Yes! Yes! I am sorry, Husband! Punish me! Fuck your slut!" Zhu Zhuyun cried out, her hands gripping the ruined bedsheets. Her short dark hair whipped around her face as the impact of his thrusts shook her entire body.
Zhu Zhuqing, still wearing her white towel, crawled onto the bed behind her sister. She leaned over, her large breasts pressing against Zhu Zhuyun's back, and whispered into her elder sister's ear.
"Take his cock, elder sister. Drink his essence. Let him elevate your spirit," Zhu Zhuqing encouraged, reaching around to squeeze Zhu Zhuyun's heavy breasts, manipulating the pink nipples while their husband pounded her from the front.
Zhu Zhuyun sobbed in pure ecstasy, caught between the hands of her sister and the relentless thrusting of the man who owned them both.
"Ah! It feels so good! I can feel his power!" Zhu Zhuyun babbled, her eyes rolling back.
Zhang Tian fucked her mercilessly. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, ensuring she felt every agonizing inch of his girth. He leaned forward, grabbing her heavy breasts from Zhu Zhuqing's hands, squeezing the soft flesh so hard he left faint red marks.
"Look at you, the former pride of Star Luo, begging for my dick like a bitch in heat," Zhang Tian degraded her, his voice a dark rumble.
"I am! I am your bitch! Forget Star Luo! I only want you!" Zhu Zhuyun shrieked, entirely abandoning her aristocratic heritage. The promised power, the overwhelming pleasure—it was all too much. She was broken and rebuilt in his image.
The screams of renewed pleasure rang out through the opulent hotel suite. The afternoon faded into evening, and the sisters spent the entire day locked in carnal bliss, their curvaceous bodies serving as the ultimate playground for Zhang Tian's insatiable, boundless stamina.
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A/N: Check out my BTTH Fanfic [Doupo: Plundering the Plot with God-Tier Comprehension].
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