The hours blurred together in the dim, steamy confines of the secret chamber, melting into a continuous river of heat and friction where time held zero authority. Zhang Tian possessed a massive, terrifying stamina that defied mortal limits, turning their initial encounter into an endless, agonizingly pleasurable marathon. They sailed easily past the tenth round without a single pause for breath. The stone floor beneath Bibi Dong's bare back was a slick canvas painted with their sweat and the continuous, unstoppable flow of her hot love juices. Her pussy, which had been tight and untouched for decades, was now a swollen, weeping flower, flushed a deep, beautiful crimson and hyper-sensitive from his relentless, unending pounding.
Schlick. Squelch. SMACK.
The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding echoed off the damp stone walls, a rhythmic, primal drumbeat that drowned out any rational thought. Bibi Dong's mind was a chaotic tempest. The exalted identity of the Supreme Pontiff, an aura that commanded the fear and respect of millions across the continent, had faded into the distant background. The crown, the throne, the empire—these concepts evaporated into mist, replaced entirely by a desperate, primal need for his touch. Her internal monologue was reduced to base, animalistic desires as she threw her head back, her pink hair plastered to the wet stone.
'I care naught for the Spirit Hall,' she thought, her hands gripping his muscular arms. 'I care naught for my power, my titles, my armies... I only want him to keep fucking me. I need his thick meat stretching my walls. I need this friction.'
Every single time they climaxed, it was a mind-numbing, out-of-body experience. Zhang Tian's stamina was a phenomenon. He wouldn't finish in a mere five or ten minutes. He dragged each round out, pacing himself with the cruel precision of a master torturer, making sure she remained on the absolute brink of ecstasy. He controlled his own release perfectly, timing his climax to match hers. He would fill her to the brim with a scorching flood of his hot seed, her womb expanding to take his heavy essence. Yet, the moment he finished, his massive dick hardened instantly within her slick walls, an iron rod ready to wage war anew, starting the next round without giving her a second to breathe.
"Ahhh! Zhang Tian... heavens, you are so deep..." Bibi Dong moaned incoherently, her fingernails biting into his broad shoulders, leaving half-moon indentations in his flesh.
"You are so incredibly tight, Dong'er," Zhang Tian growled, his deep voice vibrating against the sensitive skin of her neck. "Even after ten rounds, your pussy grips my cock like a vice. It feels too damn good. I could stay buried inside you until the end of days."
Hearing his hoarse, lust-filled praise, Bibi Dong felt a euphoric surge of pride. She was a woman who had felt discarded, but knowing her body brought him such intense, undeniable pleasure made her spirit soar.
Suddenly, Zhang Tian gripped her waist. With an effortless display of immense physical power, he pulled her up into a seated position on his lap while remaining fully impaled within her. He stood up, his arms wrapping securely beneath her curvy buttocks to support her weight.
Bibi Dong gasped, her arms instinctively flying up to wrap around his neck. She wrapped her long, bare legs tightly around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back to secure herself and take him as deep as structurally possible. The shift in gravity and the new vertical position forced his thick shaft to slide even deeper, the blunt head grinding directly against her cervix.
"Ah! What are you doing?!" she cried out, burying her flushed face in the crook of his neck.
"We are moving to a more comfortable battlefield, my beautiful Pontiff," Zhang Tian smirked, holding her flush against his chest.
He began to walk, carrying her naked, sweaty, and deeply penetrated body out of the bathing chamber and toward the main room of the lavish hotel suite. With every step he took, his hips naturally jerked forward, delivering a deep, agonizingly slow thrust that made Bibi Dong whimper and clench her inner walls.
"Oh... oh... every time you step... ahhh!" she babbled. Her glowing pink eyes glazed over with a hazy film of lust. A continuous string of drool escaped the corner of her lips, spotting his shoulder as she surrendered to the rhythmic invasion.
He carried her effortlessly, his gaze locking onto her massive, motherly breasts. Because she was seated on him, her heavy globes of flesh were pressed right against his chest, spilling over his pectoral muscles. He stopped in the middle of the opulent bedroom, not yet laying her on the massive, silk-sheeted bed. Instead, he resumed his thorough exploration of her large breasts right then and there.
He treated them like his personal, exquisite playthings. One hand held her curvy buttocks to keep her impaled, while his other hand came up to aggressively squeeze, knead, and mold her pale flesh. He slapped the underside of her left breast lightly, creating a sharp smack, and watched the heavy mound jiggle and bounce with a perverse, absolute satisfaction.
Bibi Dong looked down, her chest heaving. She saw the infatuated, hungry look in Zhang Tian's deep blue eyes as he stared at her breasts. That look—that intense, burning adoration for her physical form—made her incredibly delighted. She felt beautiful. She felt worshipped.
"You love them... don't you?" she whispered. Her voice trembled with a raw, undeniable need. She abandoned any former modesty, actively pushing her chest forward, offering her heavy breasts to his gaze and his rough hands.
"I am obsessed with them," Zhang Tian purred darkly. He leaned in, his mouth bypassing her lips to trail down her neck. He bit down hard on her elegant collarbone, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh before he sucked fiercely. He was marking her pristine, snow-white skin with dark, bruised hickeys, violent purple and red blooms that proudly proclaimed his absolute, undeniable ownership over her body.
"Ah! Yes... mark me... make me yours..." Bibi Dong moaned, throwing her head back, exposing the long column of her throat. She ground her soaking wet pussy hard against his base. Her inner walls contracted and spasming with a life of their own, milking his thick cock with an aggressive, involuntary desperation.
He finally stepped forward and laid her down on the massive bed. The plush mattress dipped under her weight, the cool silk sheets providing a stark contrast to her burning skin. Zhang Tian did not let her rest. He immediately lifted her long legs, pushing her knees back and resting her ankles squarely on his broad shoulders. This exposing position spread her wide open, displaying her wet, glistening, thoroughly used pussy and her rosy, spanked buttocks entirely to his hungry gaze.
"Look at you," he murmured, his eyes sweeping over her spread-eagle form. "The Supreme Pontiff, laid bare, dripping with my seed."
Bibi Dong did not blush with shame; instead, she reached down. Her trembling fingers hooked onto her own swollen, pink pussy lips, spreading them even wider to allow him easier access. It was an act of pure, shameless submission, entirely devoid of the pride that had defined her for decades.
"Take me," she begged, her chest heaving rapidly, her stiff nipples pointing toward the ceiling. "Fill me up again. Destroy me."
He drove into her with rapid, piston-like thrusts.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The loud, wet slapping sounds of his pelvis colliding with her plump buttocks and thighs echoed off the high walls of the suite like a rhythmic, erotic drumbeat.
"Yes... deeper... break me apart..." she babbled incoherently, her head thrashing side to side on the silk pillows.
They had been at this for nearly an hour in this round alone, his stamina a terrifying, unyielding force of nature. He timed his pace, reading her body perfectly. When he felt her vaginal walls begin to seize and flutter, signaling her approaching peak, he increased his speed to a blur.
"I'm coming! Zhang Tian! I'm coming again!" she shrieked.
They climaxed together once more, marking the twentieth round. It was a violent, earth-shattering explosion of pleasure that made Bibi Dong's entire body lock up in a rigid, screaming spasm. Her back arched off the mattress, her toes curling as a fresh flood of his scalding hot seed erupted deep within her womb, filling her to the brim until the thick, white liquid began to leak from her stretched entrance, pooling onto the silk sheets beneath her.
By this twentieth round, her physical exhaustion was absolute. Her limbs felt like lead, her muscles twitching and shaking from the prolonged, intense exertion. Yet, despite her body failing her, her spiritual sea was buzzing with an intoxicating, euphoric high that she had never experienced in her entire life. It was a bliss so profound it felt divine.
As they lay panting in the damp, heavy aftermath of the twentieth round, Zhang Tian withdrew from her wet depths with a loud schloop. He shifted his weight, lying down beside her on the ruined sheets, and pulled her unresisting body flush against his side. He began the next phase of his psychological conditioning, his large hand softly, rhythmically stroking her sweat-drenched, tangled pink hair.
"You are such a needy, desperate woman," Zhang Tian whispered into her ear. His breath was hot against her skin, his voice laced with a dark, commanding affection that sent shivers down her spine. "Look at you. Covered in my cum, unable to move, addicted to my cock. You are nothing but a slut right now, Dong'er."
Bibi Dong flinched slightly at the word 'slut'. A tiny, microscopic fraction of her ingrained pride tried to surface, a ghost of the Supreme Pontiff protesting the degradation. But her body instantly betrayed her; deep inside, her swollen pussy pulsed eagerly at the dirty word, a fresh wave of wetness slicking her thighs.
"I... I am the Supreme Pontiff..." she whispered weakly, a half-hearted defense lacking any real conviction.
"But not a lowly, cheap slut," he clarified. His hand slid down her back to gently knead her spanked, curvy buttocks, his fingers tracing the bright red handprints he had left there earlier. "You are the highest tier. You are the kind of slut with such a sexy, perfect, magnificent body that I love more than life itself."
At the word 'love', Bibi Dong's breath hitched. Her glowing pink eyes widened to the size of saucers, and her heart began hammering wildly against her ribs. The dark, twisted infatuation she held for him deepened in that single instant, calcifying into an unbreakable, desperate obsession.
'He loves my body... he loves me like this,' she thought. Tears of pure, unfiltered emotion welled in her eyes. A profound, overwhelming sense of relief and joy washed over her shattered psyche. The years of feeling inadequate, of feeling like a discarded tool, vanished entirely.
Zhang Tian propped himself up on one elbow, his deep blue eyes piercing straight through her defenses.
"Tell me," Zhang Tian demanded, his tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. "Do you want to be my slut, Dong'er? Do you want to serve me like this forever? Do you want to belong only to me, body and soul?"
Bibi Dong did not hesitate for a single, solitary second. The most powerful woman on the continent, a Limit Douluo who could level cities with a wave of her hand, looked up at the young man with utter, dog-like devotion.
"Yes... yes, Zhang Tian... I want to be your slut," she willingly told him. Her voice trembled with a raw, undeniable sincerity. Tears spilled over her lashes, tracking down her flushed cheeks. "I am yours. I want you to use my body however you please. Do whatever you want to me... just don't ever leave me."
"Good girl," he praised her, his voice a rich, dark velvet that coated her heart.
To reward her total, shameless submission, Zhang Tian rolled her onto her back once more. He grabbed her hips and thrust his massive, quickly-hardened dick deep into her willing, dripping pussy in one smooth, brutal motion.
"Ahhhh! Yes! Thank you!" she cried out in pure joy, her inner walls clamping down on him in a warm, welcoming embrace.
But Zhang Tian had realized something during their marathon. While Bibi Dong possessed a mature, unbelievably voluptuous body, she was incredibly inexperienced. Her reactions were pure, raw instinct, but she lacked the knowledge of how to truly please a man, her past consisting only of a tragic, unconsummated delusion. Zhang Tian, however, was vastly experienced, and he took immense pleasure in guiding her, in molding her into the perfect, obedient partner.
He pulled out fully, ignoring her whine of protest. He sat up against the massive headboard, his thick, imposing cock standing straight up, glistening with her juices and his own pre-cum.
"Come here, Dong'er," he commanded softly, patting his lower stomach. "It's time you learned how to serve your Husband with your mouth."
Bibi Dong, eager to please, scrambled up. Her heavy breasts swayed as she crawled over the silk sheets on her hands and knees. She positioned herself between his spread legs, looking down at the intimidating, thick weapon of flesh that had been destroying her for hours. She had never done this before, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and eager anticipation.
"What... what do I do?" she asked softly, looking up at him through her messy pink bangs.
"Open your mouth, wrap your lips over the head, and use your tongue," he instructed. His hand came to rest on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Make it wet. Swallow it whole."
Bibi Dong nodded obediently. She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over his sensitive tip, making him twitch. She opened her mouth and tentatively ran her wet, soft tongue over the broad, smooth head of his dick, tasting her own juices mixed with his musky, masculine flavor. The taste did not disgust her; it intoxicated her.
She opened wider and took the thick head into her mouth.
"Mmmph," she hummed. Her eyes widened as the sheer girth of his cock filled her oral cavity.
"Good girl. Now take it deeper. Bob your head," he guided her, his hand applying gentle but firm pressure to the back of her head, pushing her down.
Bibi Dong swallowed nervously and pushed her head down, taking him deeper. She let out a muffled gagging sound as the thick shaft hit the back of her throat, her eyes watering, but she did not pull away. She forced her throat open, determined to take him. She began to bob her head up and down, her lips slick and wet, creating loud, obscene slurp, suck, slurp sounds in the quiet room.
"Fuck, yes," Zhang Tian hissed, his head falling back against the headboard. "You're a natural, my beautiful slut. Swirl your tongue around the ridge. Suck it hard."
Bibi Dong did exactly as she was told. She swirled her tongue, sucking firmly. Her hands came up to fondle his heavy balls, a move driven by pure, loving instinct. She was giving him a hot, wet, sloppy blowjob, stripping herself of her imperial dignity to act as his personal whore. She loved the way he groaned, loved the way his hips began to buck upward into her mouth, a clear sign of his immense pleasure.
After fifteen minutes of her enthusiastic, messy oral service, Zhang Tian's breathing grew ragged.
"I'm close, Dong'er. I'm going to cum in your mouth. Swallow every drop," he commanded, his grip on her hair tightening.
Bibi Dong's heart leaped. "Mmm-hmm!" she hummed eagerly, sucking harder, refusing to pull off.
Zhang Tian let out a deep, guttural roar. His hips snapped up, burying his thick cock as deep into her throat as possible. Bibi Dong gagged, her eyes tearing up, but she held him there as a massive, thick load of his scalding semen erupted directly into the back of her throat.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
She eagerly swallowed his cum. Her throat worked rhythmically to take down the massive volume of his thick, sticky seed. She did not waste a single drop. When he finally stopped pulsing, he slowly pulled his softening dick out of her mouth with a wet pop.
Bibi Dong sat back on her heels, a proud, infatuated smile on her flushed face. A single, thick string of his white semen coated her chin and lower lip. She darted her tongue out, licking her lips clean, savoring the taste of her master.
"Did I do well, Husband?" she asked, her voice raspy.
"You did perfectly," Zhang Tian smiled, his eyes dark with renewed lust as he looked at her chest. "But your mouth isn't the only thing that needs training. Come up here."
He laid flat on his back again. Bibi Dong crawled up his body, her knees straddling his ribs.
"Push them together," he ordered, pointing to her massive, motherly breasts.
Bibi Dong complied. She placed her hands on the outer edges of her large globes of flesh and pushed them forcefully together, creating an incredibly deep, long, and soft cleavage.
Zhang Tian guided his half-hard dick, which was already beginning to swell with fresh blood, right into the center of that magnificent valley of flesh. The sheer size of her breasts was so vast that they swallowed his thick shaft.
"Oh! This is..." Bibi Dong gasped, her face flushing as she felt the hot, hard friction of his dick sliding between her sensitive breasts.
"It's a tittyfuck," Zhang Tian explained, gripping her hips to hold her steady. He began to thrust his hips upward, fucking the deep, soft cleavage she created.
Slap. Slap. Squelch.
He thrust vigorously. The friction of her soft skin rubbing against his highly sensitive flesh sent jolts of pleasure through him. He reached up, pinching her stiff nipples as he fucked her breasts, making her moan and arch her back.
"Tell me how much you need my cock," he ordered, pulling her nipples hard to draw a sharp gasp from her lips. He began to slowly train her responses, twisting her emotional dependence until he was the sole pillar of her existence.
"Ah! I need it... I need your massive cock so badly..." she chanted obediently. Her eyes locked onto his, broken and remade into his willing plaything. "I cannot live without it. My breasts love your cock... my pussy needs your cock..."
"Love me more," he demanded, increasing the speed of his thrusts between her breasts. "Beg for my love."
"Love me more... please, Zhang Tian... please fuck me and love me..." she pleaded. Her hands desperately clung to his broad shoulders, leaning down to press desperate, needy kisses all over his face.
The night dragged on. The sheer scale of Zhang Tian's terrifying stamina pushed them past the twenty-fifth round and straight towards the monumental thirtieth. The physical exertion was insane, a feat only possible due to his bodily enhancements and her Limit Douluo constitution, though she was at her limits.
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her hands and knees in a brutal doggy-style position. Bibi Dong was entirely submissive now. Her body moved automatically to accommodate his deep, relentless thrusts. She arched her back, sticking her curvy, plump buttocks high into the air to grant him better, deeper access to her thoroughly used core.
SMACK!
His large hand came down hard on her right buttock.
"Ahhhh!" she shrieked, her pussy clamping down on him. Even his spanks were pure pleasure for her now, a physical manifestation of his dominance that sent liquid fire straight to her clit.
SMACK! SMACK!
He spanked her over and over, turning her entire backside a violent, beautiful shade of rosy pink, all while pounding her from behind like a wild beast.
Yet, amidst the brutal, chaotic physical pleasure, Bibi Dong felt a profound, overwhelming sense of peace. Her position as the Supreme Pontiff, the politics of the continent, the hatred for her past—all of it meant absolutely nothing compared to the warmth of his body driving into hers, compared to the heavy, stinging praise of his hand on her flesh.
'If the Spirit Hall burns to the ground tomorrow, I would not care... I would not even blink, as long as he is holding me,' she thought, her tears soaking the silk pillows beneath her face. Her priorities, her entire worldview, had been entirely rewritten by his masterful psychological and physical domination.
As Zhang Tian increased his pace for the thirtieth round, his stamina reaching its peak, he gripped her narrow waist so tightly his fingers left bruises. He pounded into her with a relentless, terrifying fury, his hips a blur of motion that friction-burned her wet, swollen walls.
The pleasure spiked to an unbearable, astronomical level. Bibi Dong's mind fractured into pure, blinding white light.
"Ahhh! Husband! Husband, please!" Bibi Dong screamed out at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse and broken.
The intimate, sacred title tore from her throat without any conscious thought, a pure reflection of her shattered, rebuilt soul.
Zhang Tian smirked internally, a surge of dark, absolute triumph washing over him. Hearing the most feared, powerful woman on the continent call him 'Husband' while taking him from behind like a common whore was the ultimate confirmation of his absolute, total victory over her soul. She was no longer Bibi Dong the Pontiff; she was Bibi Dong, his woman.
"Say it again," he commanded. His thrusts hit her cervix with brutal force, making her entire body shake.
"Husband! My dear Husband!" she shrieked. Her hands gripped the bedsheets so hard her knuckles turned white. "Fill your slut! Fill your slut with your seed! Ahhhhh!"
Her body convulsed in a climax that was so unimaginably powerful it temporarily blinded her. Her muscles seized, her vision going black as a roar of pure ecstasy tore from her throat.
Zhang Tian let out a feral, deafening roar of his own. His massive dick swelled to its absolute, agonizing limit within her tight walls as he unleashed a torrential, volcanic flood of his scalding hot seed deep into her womb for the thirtieth time. He pumped his hips, ensuring every last drop of his essence was forcefully deposited into her deepest depths.
With a heavy, exhausted sigh, he collapsed fully on top of her. His heavy, sweat-slicked chest pressed her flat against the mattress, crushing her large breasts beneath her own weight. Their breathing was incredibly loud and ragged, the only sound in the silent, ruined chamber.
Bibi Dong did not try to push his crushing weight off. Instead, she reached back, wrapping her arms and legs around him as tightly as her exhausted muscles would allow. She squeezed her inner walls shut, refusing to let him pull out, desperately trying to keep his thick cock and his warm essence locked inside her body forever.
With tremendous effort, she turned her head, nuzzling her face into the crook of his sweaty neck. She pressed soft, devoted, lingering kisses against his salty skin, inhaling his musky scent like it was a lifeline. Her heart, once a fortress of ice, was now a puddle of molten devotion, wholly and undeniably his.
She knew exactly who she was. She was still Bibi Dong, a Limit Douluo, the Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall. But that identity, that power, was now entirely secondary, a mere footnote to her new, glorious reality.
She was Zhang Tian's willing slut. She was his devoted woman, his plaything, his property. And as the overwhelming physical exhaustion finally claimed her, dragging her down into a deep, dreamless sleep while still impaled upon his cock, she knew with absolute, unshakeable certainty that she would do absolutely anything—destroy empires, slaughter thousands, or degrade herself daily—to keep his love.
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A/N: Check out my BTTH Fanfic [Doupo: Plundering the Plot with God-Tier Comprehension].
Also, check out 20 Chapters Ahead for this fanfic on my P.atreon.
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