My sorrowful gaze remained fixed on Su Qingge, my expression a masterclass in tragic betrayal.
Slowly, I reached down, placing two fingers beneath her chin and forcing her tear-stained face upward.
"Is that so, Qingge?" I murmured, my thumb lightly stroking her lower lip, smearing the slick remnants of my seed across her skin.
"You swear you hide nothing? Then tell me... why does the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts carry such a heavy secret right under my nose?"
Su Qingge's breath caught in her throat. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs like a trapped bird.
'He knows!' The dark personality shrieked inside her mind, writhing in complete hysterics.
'He knew all along! We are dead, we are completely-'
'Silence!' Su Qingge screamed internally, silencing her alter-ego with sheer desperate willpower.
"M-Master..." Su Qingge sobbed, her dark, clever mind racing at lightspeed.
She didn't dare deny it, not when Gu Changge looked at her with such terrifying clarity.
Instead, she wrapped her trembling hands over my wrist, kissing my palm with frantic, desperate devotion.
"I am the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts... but my body, my soul, and my cultivation belong solely to you!" she pleaded, her voice trembling with raw, unvarnished fear.
"I hid it only because I feared you would view me as a monster! I feared you would destroy me!
But I have never... never used it against you, Master! I am your blade! Use my demonic arts to cut down your enemies... take my energy for your cauldron... do whatever you wish with me, but please... do not replace me with her!"
She cast a desperate, venomous glance toward the unconscious Ye Liuli on the rug, then pressed her cheek flat against my foot, completely surrendering every shred of her pride, her secrets, and her dignity.
I looked down at the trembling, prostrate beauty.
A low, quiet chuckle echoed through the ruined chamber.
"Good girl," I whispered smoothly, my fingers tangling tightly into her hair and hauling her head back.
"I knew from the very beginning, Qingge. I was simply waiting for you to offer it to me yourself."
I pulled her up by her hair until her flushed face was inches away from mine, my gaze piercing into her very soul.
"Now that you've confessed... prove your loyalty." I gestured down toward her own trembling thighs.
"Spread yourself open on the rug next to the princess. Let me see how eagerly the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts begs to be filled."
Su Qingge's breath hitched, her dark eyes wide as she drank in the absolute submission.
The fear that had gripped her chest melted into a dizzying, overwhelming rush of relief and possessive devotion.
I didn't wait for her to spread herself on the rug.
Before she could even scramble back onto her elbows, my hand moved from her hair to clamp tightly around her hips, hoisting her up from the floor as if she weighed nothing at all.
I leaned down, voice dropping into a dark, possessive rumble against her ear.
"Inheritor of the Demonic Arts? You think I care about a petty title, Qingge? In this life, in the next, and for every lifetime to come... you are mine. You are my maid, my tool, and my possession. Nothing more, and nothing less."
The absolute certainty in his words sent a jolt of electric ecstasy straight through Su Qingge's demonic cauldron physique.
"M-Master...!" she gasped out, her arms wrapping desperately around my neck.
*Plap*
Without a shred of hesitation or gentleness, I lined my shaft up with her trembling, sensitive entrance and plunged my entire length into her in one massive, punishing thrust.
"AAAAHN!"
Su Qingge threw her head back, a high-pitched, submissive moan tearing from her throat as her tight walls stretched to accommodate his brutal invasion.
The heat of her demonic physique flared to a blinding peak, locking around my thick length in frantic, rhythmic contractions.
She was completely impaled, suspended in my arms right beside the unconscious princess, her tears of panic turning into breathless, tearful whimpers of pure, corrupt pleasure.
"Yes... YES! Master!" Su Qingge sobbed out, her inner dark personality purring in euphoric surrender inside her head.
"I am yours... forever yours...!"
*Schlick... plap... schlick.*
I didn't hold back for a single second.
Holding Su Qingge suspended in mid-air against my chest, my hips snapped forward with terrifying speed, driving my massive dick deep into her tight, slick pussy over and over again.
Every merciless stroke forced a breathless, high-pitched scream from the maid, her slender legs wrapped frantically around my waist as her heels dug into my back.
My eyes glinting as he felt the intense, suffocating pressure of her inner walls.
I brought her down hard against the plush fur rug, pinning her right beside the limp, unconscious form of Ye Liuli.
I locked Su Qingge's wrists above her head with one large hand, using my free arm to hoist one of her pale, slender thighs high into the air.
*Plap...schlick...plap..*
"Aaaaah! M-Master! Too deep... it's too deep!" Su Qingge squealed, her head thrashing against the rug.
Tears of pure, unadulterated ecstasy leaked from her wide eyes, trailing down her flushed cheeks.
Her natural cauldron physique was reacting wildly to my invasion.
Her inner walls surged with abnormal heat, rippling and squeezing along every inch of my length in a frantic, instinctual attempt to wrap around his essence.
But instead of overpowering me, her tight contractions only invited a more ruthless, punishing rhythm.
"Is this how the Inheritor of the Demonic Arts begs?" I taunted darkly, leaning down to sink my teeth into the delicate curve of her neck, drawing a sharp, agonizing gasp from her lips.
"Tightening around me as if it's your first time... your cauldron body begging to be broken again and again?"
"N-No... ahhn! I can't... help it, Master!" Su Qingge sobbed, her hips mindlessly lifting to meet his vicious thrusts.
"My body... it craves you... I crave you! Fill me... please, make me yours forever!"
Beside them, the faint, high-pitched moans of Ye Liuli occasionally broke through her unconscious stupor, drawn out by the violent vibrations echoing through the floorboards.
I accelerated my pace, thrusts turning into a relentless blur of flesh against flesh.
Every impact rattled Su Qingge's entire frame, driving her higher and higher toward a terrifying, shattering climax.
I leaned down, shutting down any further frantic excuses by capturing her lips in a deep, suffocating kiss.
I claimed her mouth thoroughly, silencing her high-pitched whimpers while my hips maintained a relentless, punishing rhythm below.
As I slammed my waist forward, hands gripped the soft flesh of her buttocks, squeezing and pulling her hips backward into each impact.
The opposing forces created a rhythmic, wet clapping sound that echoed loudly throughout the quiet chamber, a brutal cadence of thighs snapping together with violent precision.
*Plap..schlick..plap..*
With every full retreat and forward plunge, my shaft buried itself to the very base, driving past her tight inner entrance to strike deep against her womb.
The intense, deep impact sent shockwaves through her delicate cultivator frame, causing her eyes to roll back as her mind went entirely blank from the sheer overload of sensation.
"Mmph...! Mmm-hh!"
Su Qingge's muffled screams were trapped inside my mouth as her physique reacted violently to the deep contact.
Her natural cauldron inner walls clenched into a tight, desperate spasm, clamping tightly around my length as a devastating wave of pleasure shattered whatever remained of her thoughts, leaving her completely helpless beneath me.
My hips never slowed.
Even as Su Qingge's climax ripped through her, walls seizing, juices flooding around his shaft in thick, hot pulses, he kept driving into her with the same merciless rhythm.
One large hand stayed locked around both of her wrists above her head.
The other fisted deep into the long black silk of her hair, yanking her head back until the elegant column of her throat was fully exposed.
"Look at me while you cum," I ordered, voice low and rough against her ear.
Her dark eyes fluttered open, glassy and overflowing.
Tears of overstimulation streaked down her temples into her hair.
Every brutal thrust forced another broken cry past her swollen lips.
"M-Master... ahhn! Too much... I can't..."
I answered by slamming in to the root and grinding, the thick head of my cock battering the soft mouth of her womb.
The wet, filthy slap of flesh on flesh filled the chamber. Su Qingge's cauldron physique betrayed her completely.
Inner walls fluttered and milked him in desperate, rhythmic spasms, greedy for every drop he still had left.
I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled harder, forcing her back into a deep, almost painful arch.
The new angle let mr spear even deeper. Her legs trembled violently around my waist. Her free thigh kicked helplessly in the air.
"You hid demonic arts from me," I growled, teeth grazing the pulse point beneath her jaw, "and now you dare tell me it's too much?"
*Scchlick*
"Aaaah...! No... I... I'm sorry, Master... please... use me... fill me...!"
I did.
With a final, punishing snap of my hips I buried myself to the hilt and erupted.
Thick ropes of scalding seed flooded her already overfilled cunt, overflowing instantly, painting her trembling folds white.
Su Qingge's scream of release was muffled against his mouth as I claimed her lips again, swallowing every broken sob while my cock pulsed and pumped deeper and deeper.
For a long moment the only sounds in the ruined chamber were Su Qingge's ragged, hiccupping breaths and the soft, wet drip of mixed fluids onto the fur rug.
I released her hair slowly, watching the black strands fan out across the white fur like spilled ink.
I pulled free with a filthy, wet sound. A thick river of my cum immediately followed, spilling from her gaping, reddened entrance in heavy ropes.
I looked to the side.
Ye Liuli still lay unconscious, soft silver hair tangled, royal body marked with earlier releases.
Cum glistened between her thighs as well, evidence of the first round that had left the proud princess broken and empty-eyed.
Two peerless beauties.
One the Inheritor of Demonic Arts, once a scheming holy maiden of the demonic path.
One an imperial princess of the highest bloodline.
Both naked. Both thoroughly used. Both painted with my seed.
I settled between them, one arm under each of their heads, their soft, sweat-slick bodies pressed against my sides. Almost at once,
Su Qingge's slender hand drifted unconsciously to rest over my heart.
A moment later Ye Liuli's fingers twitched and did the same, as if even in exhausted sleep their bodies still sought their new master.
I shifted slightly, guiding his still-hard cock back between Su Qingge's slick, cum-slick folds.
She whimpered faintly but did not wake as I slid halfway inside her again, simply letting her tight, pulsing heat cradle me while I closed my eyes.
The thought that drifted through my mind was calm, almost lazy.
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