Bibi Dong's breathing was a jagged, erratic rhythm that echoed loudly off the cold, damp stone walls of the opulent bathing chamber. Her chest, bare and heaving, pressed flush against Zhang Tian's as she used the terrifying, unyielding strength of a Limit Douluo to shove him flat onto his back. The sudden impact against the hard floor elicited a sharp grunt from him, but the Supreme Pontiff paid it no mind. Her mind, once a fortress of icy calculation and divine authority, had melted into a swirling, chaotic vortex of raw, unadulterated lust. The dark, venomous whispers that usually plagued her had been entirely drowned out by the deafening roar of her own pulse pounding in her ears.
There was no thought of revenge left in her heart. The ghosts of her past, the betrayals that had turned her into a woman of stone, evaporated under the intense, searing heat of the present moment. Looking down at the impossibly handsome face of the young man beneath her, a profound, intoxicating wave of infatuation washed over her soul. She didn't want to use him; she wanted to consume him, and more terrifyingly, she wanted to be consumed by him.
With a feral, impatient growl that sounded entirely foreign coming from her usually poised lips, Bibi Dong's hands moved downward. Her pale, elegant fingers, which had commanded armies and decided the fate of empires, now curled aggressively into the remaining fabric of Zhang Tian's trousers. With a sudden, violent jerk of her wrists, the sound of tearing silk shattered the heavy silence of the room. She ripped the garments away with a desperate hunger, casting the shredded fabric aside.
As the last physical barrier between them was forcefully removed, her glowing, pink-diamond eyes widened to an almost comical degree. She froze, her entire body locking up for a fraction of a second, her breath catching painfully in her throat.
Springing free from its silken confines was his manhood, and the sheer, intimidating sight of it made the Supreme Pontiff's mind go entirely blank. It was a weapon of flesh, massive and fully erect, pulsing with a terrifying, vibrant vitality. The thick, throbbing veins mapping its impressive length stood out in stark relief, hot and rigid against his lower stomach. She stared at the incredibly thick girth of his cock, the broad, smooth head weeping a single drop of pre-coital fluid that gleamed under the dim, golden light of the spirit lamps.
For a moment, a flicker of genuine apprehension crossed her features. The sheer size of his dick was daunting; it looked as though it could split her in two. It was a monument of pure, masculine power that completely defied logic.
However, that initial shock and fleeting fear were instantly swallowed by a tidal wave of intense, internal delight that sent violent shivers cascading down her spine. The heat pooling between her thighs intensified, a wet, slick ache that throbbed in time with her racing heart.
'He is this hard... his body is reacting so violently, so completely to me,' she thought, her heart soaring into the heavens, filled with a dark, twisted, yet overwhelmingly pure validation. She had spent decades feeling unwanted, feeling like discarded, damaged goods. But looking at the massive, straining cock before her, all those insecurities burned to ash. 'He truly desires my body. Despite my age, despite my past, he is completely, utterly captivated by me. This magnificent beast of a man wants me.'
Driven by this raw, unbridled infatuation and the chaotic, heated energy surging through her usually pristine meridians, Bibi Dong discarded the last shred of her papal dignity. She didn't hesitate. Moving with a fluid, predatory grace, she straddled his waist, positioning her soft, curvaceous hips directly over his rock-hard dick.
The cold stone floor beneath Zhang Tian's back provided a stark contrast to the burning heat radiating from the woman hovering above him. She looked like a goddess descending into sin, her pink hair falling in a messy, beautiful cascade around her bare shoulders, her massive, motherly breasts swaying gently with her movements.
With a ragged, shuddering gasp that tore from her throat, Bibi Dong initiated the most dominating of stances—the Cowgirl position. She reached down, her trembling fingers wrapping around the thick, hot base of his cock. The scorching heat of his skin against her palm made her whimper. Carefully, she guided the broad, smooth head to her slick, weeping entrance.
"Ah..." she breathed out, her eyes fluttering shut as the blunt tip pushed against her sensitive folds. She was already incredibly wet, her pussy practically dripping with her desperate need, providing a slick path for his entry.
Slowly, agonizingly, she lowered her hips.
"Ahhh! Oh, heavens..." Bibi Dong moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the chamber as the incredibly thick girth of his dick began to part her tight walls.
She could feel every millimeter of his intrusion. Her tight, unused pussy stretched to its absolute limits, the internal muscles screaming in protest yet simultaneously clenching with greedy delight. She opened her eyes, staring down at where their bodies joined, watching in mesmerized awe as his massive cock disappeared inch by inch into her glistening pink flesh.
"You... you are so big... so incredibly thick..." she whimpered, her fingernails biting into the musculature of his chest as she forced herself downward. "It stretches me so much... it feels so full..."
She sank down to the very base, a profound, breathless gasp escaping her as she felt the blunt head of his dick hit her deepest depths, knocking against her cervix with a dull, heavy pressure. She was impaled, completely filled by him, and the sensation was so overwhelming that her eyes rolled back into her head for a fleeting second.
Initially, it was Bibi Dong who took complete control of the rhythm. Utilizing the terrifying physical strength and balance of a Limit Douluo, she suppressed Zhang Tian beneath her, refusing to let him dictate the pace of their union. She wanted to ride him, to claim him, to wring every ounce of pleasure from his body to satisfy her own starving soul.
She began to lift her hips, pulling almost entirely off his thick shaft, leaving only the very tip nestled between her slick lips, before driving herself forcefully back down.
Schlick. Squelch. Schlick.
The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the bathing chamber. She rode him with a desperate, frantic energy, her movements inexperienced and somewhat clumsy. She lacked the refined technique of a seasoned courtesan, but she made up for it with a bottomless well of infatuation and an insatiable, ravenous need.
With every upward and downward slide, her massive, motherly breasts bounced wildly. The heavy, pale globes of flesh, tipped with dark, hardened areolas, slapped aggressively against her own ribcage and brushed tantalizingly against Zhang Tian's chest. It was a hypnotic, mesmerizing sight. The sheer weight and momentum of her breasts threatened to throw her off balance, but she didn't care. She was lost in the rhythm of the Cowgirl, the friction of his massive dick sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her brain.
Zhang Tian let out a low, appreciative groan, his hands coming up to grip her wide, curvaceous hips. His fingers dug slightly into her soft flesh, providing a sturdy anchor for her frantic riding. He didn't try to stop her; instead, he helped guide her erratic rhythm, tilting her hips slightly to adjust the angle of penetration, allowing her to feel the absolute illusion of dominance.
"Yes... just like that, Your Holiness," he praised, his voice a dark, husky rumble that sent fresh shivers down her spine. "Ride me. Take all of it."
"Call me... call me Dong'er," she panted, her voice breaking as she slammed her hips down hard, taking his entire length to the hilt. "I am yours... right now, I am just a woman... your woman..."
Her tight pussy clenched around his massive dick with terrifying, involuntary force, milking him with every stroke. The internal muscles of a Limit Douluo were incredibly strong, and they massaged his thick shaft with a relentless, greedy pressure that threatened to push even his immense stamina to the brink.
"Ah! Zhang Tian! It feels so good! You feel so good inside me!" she screamed, her head throwing back, exposing the long, elegant column of her throat.
The friction was becoming unbearable for her hyper-sensitive, long-deprived body. The constant stretching, the deep, heavy pressure against her womb, and the psychological euphoria of being so deeply desired were a potent, overwhelming cocktail.
Within mere minutes of her frantic riding, the pressure within her lower abdomen reached a boiling point. Bibi Dong threw her head back, her pink hair whipping through the air as she screamed his name.
"Zhang Tian! I'm... I'm going to—! Ahhhh!"
Her entire body bowed backward, resembling a taut bowstring. Her vaginal walls spasmed violently, clamping down on his thick cock with the strength of a vice. She experienced a shattering, world-altering climax, her mind completely whiting out as wave after wave of pure, concentrated ecstasy flooded her nervous system. Her core wept profusely, soaking his base in her slick, hot juices as she convulsed uncontrollably atop him.
Zhang Tian, feeling the terrifying, milking pressure of a Limit Douluo's orgasm clamping around his most sensitive flesh, matched her intensity. With a final, deep groan, his massive stamina allowed him to surge upward, meeting her downward thrust. He flooded her deep womb with copious amounts of his hot, thick seed, shooting rope after rope of his essence deep inside her, marking the explosive completion of their intense, chaotic first round.
The first round had barely ended, the echoes of Bibi Dong's screaming climax still fading into the damp walls of the chamber, but the Supreme Pontiff was not done. Her body was flushed a deep, beautiful crimson from her chest to her face, her skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. She was trembling violently, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, but she stubbornly kept Zhang Tian pinned to the cold stone floor.
Her pussy, still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm, remained tightly locked around his dick. She could feel his thick shaft softening slightly within her tight, wet walls, only to rapidly, almost miraculously, harden once again, expanding to fill her completely just seconds after his release.
"Do not move," she commanded breathlessly, her hands pressing flat against his chest. She was trying desperately to project the unyielding authority of the Supreme Pontiff, to regain a semblance of the control that had just been shattered into a million pieces. However, her voice betrayed her entirely; it was a whimpering, husky mess of satiated desire and reignited lust.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Dong'er," Zhang Tian purred, his hands resting lightly on her thick thighs.
The second round began, but Bibi Dong altered her approach. Recognizing that her frantic, bouncing pace had exhausted her too quickly, she shifted her posture, initiating a far more sensual and agonizing variation of her dominant position—the Sensual Grind.
Instead of lifting herself up and down, she stayed deeply impaled upon him. 'I am the Supreme Pontiff... I must control this. I must control him,' she thought desperately, her pride warring with her infatuation. She lowered her upper body, leaning forward so that her face hovered mere inches above his.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to grind her wet pussy in slow, agonizing circles against the thick base of his cock. She tilted her pelvis, ensuring that her highly sensitive, swollen clit rubbed directly against the hard plane of his lower abdomen and the thick root of his shaft with every circular rotation.
"Ohhh... heavens..." she whimpered, her eyes rolling back as the targeted, grinding friction sent a slow, building warmth radiating through her core. The sheer size of him, remaining perfectly stationary while she rolled her hips, stretched her internal walls in entirely new, delightful ways, making her mind go entirely blank once more. All thoughts of authority, of Spirit Halls and empires, dissolved into the singular sensation of his thick meat filling her empty void.
Zhang Tian watched her with a predatory, calculating glint in his deep blue eyes. He lay perfectly still, allowing her to set the agonizingly slow pace. He could feel the tight, wet heat of her pussy milking him, the internal muscles spasming and fluttering uncontrollably as she chased her next high.
By leaning so far forward to execute her grinding motion, Bibi Dong had inadvertently presented him with an irresistible feast. Her heavy, perfectly round, motherly breasts hung right over his face, swaying gently with every circular rotation of her hips. The large, pink areolas were fully exposed, the nipples stiff and demanding attention.
Zhang Tian didn't hold back his own desires. As she ground her hips down hard, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure, he lifted his head slightly, opened his mouth, and captured one of her large, pink nipples.
He sucked the sensitive peak deeply into his mouth with a wet, obscene slurping sound, his tongue immediately swirling around the hardened nub.
"Ahhhh! What are you—! Don't... don't bite!" Bibi Dong squealed loudly, her eyes flying open in shock.
Her hips completely lost their slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation of his hot, wet mouth latching onto her breast was electrifying. A jolt of pure electricity shot straight from her sensitized nipple, traveling down her spine, and striking directly into her deep, throbbing womb.
Zhang Tian ignored her weak protests. He flicked his tongue aggressively over the sensitive peak, laving it with his saliva, making it harden into a stiff, aching pebble against his palate. He sucked harder, drawing the soft, yielding flesh of her breast into his mouth, creating a strong vacuum that made her gasp for air.
Simultaneously, his hands moved from her hips, reaching up to capture the other massive globe of flesh. He thoroughly squeezed and kneaded her right breast, his long fingers sinking into the soft, heavy mound. He pushed the flesh up, squeezing the areola, his thumb rolling roughly over the other stiff nipple.
"Oh! Oh, gods! Zhang Tian!" Bibi Dong cried out, her head falling forward to rest on the floor beside his head.
She was completely undone. The dual assault—her wet pussy grinding against his rock-hard dick, combined with the intense, greedy oral and manual stimulation of her highly sensitive breasts—was too much for her brain to process. Her attempt at a slow, controlled Sensual Grind devolved into a frantic, shuddering mess.
Her hips began to stutter, thrusting short, fast, and completely out of rhythm as the pleasure spiked exponentially. She sobbed, a sound of pure, helpless infatuation, her tears mixing with the sweat on her face. She loved the way he touched her. She loved the way he devoured her body as if she were a grand feast prepared solely for him.
"You like that, Dong'er? You like how I taste you?" he murmured against her wet skin, before latching back onto her nipple and biting down gently.
"Yes! Yes! I love it! Consume me! Ahhh!"
The second round ended abruptly. Bibi Dong's internal muscles seized in a terrifying, vice-like grip around his cock. She collapsed entirely onto his chest, her arms giving out, her body convulsing in a second, even more violent climax. Her vaginal walls fluttered and milked his shaft relentlessly as a fresh flood of her hot, slick juices poured over him.
She lay there, a panting, trembling mess, completely drained of all physical energy. Her Limit Douluo strength had been rendered entirely useless, washed away by a tsunami of mind-numbing pleasure.
Yet, as she lay collapsed against his chest, her heart beating wildly against his, she could feel it. Inside her twitching, satisfied pussy, Zhang Tian's massive dick remained rock hard. His terrifying, inhuman stamina showed absolutely no signs of waning. In fact, it felt as though he was throbbing with renewed vigor, preparing for more.
The third round was about to seamlessly begin.
Bibi Dong tried to push herself up, her hands slipping on his sweat-slicked chest, attempting to maintain her position above him and continue suppressing him. But her arms simply gave out. Her muscles were jelly, her core aching with a beautiful, heavy soreness.
"I... I need a moment..." she panted, her voice weak.
Recognizing that the Supreme Pontiff had thoroughly exhausted her frantic, dominant energy, Zhang Tian's predatory smile widened. It was his turn.
He suddenly gripped her narrow waist with an iron-like strength that brooked no resistance.
"You've had your fun riding me, Dong'er," his voice was a low, commanding growl that made her core clench. "Now, it's my turn to show you how a woman should be loved."
In one fluid, incredibly powerful motion, utilizing his own immense physical strength enhanced by his spirit bones, he flipped their positions entirely.
Bibi Dong let out a sharp gasp of shock as the world spun. Before she could process what was happening, her bare back hit the cold stone floor of the bathing chamber, and the massive, heavy weight of Zhang Tian settled over her.
The sudden shift in gravity, combined with the new angle, drove his thick dick even deeper into her slick pussy.
"Ahhh!" she cried out, her eyes widening in pure shock as she felt him hit a depth she hadn't thought possible. She looked up at him, realizing with a thrilling jolt of fear and excitement that she was no longer the one in control. The predator had become the prey.
Now towering over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light of the spirit lamps, Zhang Tian completely suppressed the proud, powerful woman beneath him. He didn't waste time with slow, teasing movements. He pulled his hips back until only the broad head of his cock remained past her lips, and then, he drove his hips forward with a brutal, relentless rhythm.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The sound of their pelvises colliding was loud and sharp, a rhythmic drumming of flesh against flesh. He had initiated the most primal, dominating position of all—the Deep Missionary. With her legs pushed wide open and draped over his thighs, she was entirely exposed, entirely vulnerable to his relentless assault.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Too deep! Zhang Tian, it's too deep! You are hitting too deep!" Bibi Dong cried out, her head tossing from side to side on the hard floor.
Her perfectly manicured nails dug desperately into the muscles of his broad back, leaving long, red crescent marks. With every brutal downward thrust, his massive dick bottomed out in her pussy, the blunt head slamming repeatedly against her sensitive cervix. It was a sensation that bordered on pain, but was quickly eclipsed by a blinding, overwhelming pleasure that sent sparks dancing behind her closed eyelids.
He ignored her frantic pleas, knowing perfectly well that her body craved the deep, filling pressure. He maintained the rapid, punishing rhythm of his hips, while his hands moved upwards, determined to thoroughly enjoy the bounty of her body.
He grabbed her motherly large breasts, his large hands pushing the heavy, soft mounds of flesh together to create a deep, magnificent cleavage in the center of her chest.
"You are so beautiful, Dong'er. So perfectly made for me," he murmured, his voice dark and commanding.
He lowered his head, burying his face in that soft, warm valley between her breasts. His tongue darted out, leaving long, wet trails of saliva over her heated skin, before he turned his attention back to her peaks. He aggressively pinched and rolled her highly sensitive, stiff pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on them, twisting them with a firm, demanding pressure.
"Ahhh! Oh gods! It feels too good! You're breaking me!" she sobbed, her hips involuntarily rising to meet his brutal thrusts.
'He is destroying me...' Bibi Dong thought, her mind melting into a disorganized puddle of pure sensation. 'His stamina is too terrifying... he doesn't tire. He just keeps going, harder and deeper.' Consecutive waves of pleasure fried her nervous system. She was entirely at his mercy, a puppet dancing on the strings of the carnal delight he provided. Her infatuation deepened with every thrust; she was falling completely, hopelessly in love with the sheer power and dominance of the man claiming her body.
Zhang Tian then shifted his attention once more. Releasing her breasts, he reached down, his hands sliding under her lower back to grab massive handfuls of her incredibly curvy, plump buttocks. His long fingers dug deeply into the soft, yielding flesh, pulling her hips flush against his groin, ensuring that not a single millimeter of his length went to waste.
He pulled his right hand free, raising it high into the air.
SMACK!
His hand came down hard on her right cheek. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the chamber. It left a bright, blazing red handprint on the pristine, snow-white skin of her plush buttock.
Bibi Dong shrieked loudly, her eyes flying open in sheer shock. Her spine arched off the floor like a strung bow, her breasts thrusting upward. For a split second, the stinging pain of the spanking registered in her mind, a shocking violation of her exalted status. But instantly, that sharp sting morphed, traveling through her nerve endings and exploding into an overwhelming surge of perverse, localized pleasure deep within her soaking wet pussy.
Her vaginal walls clenched around his cock so hard that Zhang Tian groaned out loud.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He didn't stop. He spanked her repeatedly, his heavy hand alternating cheeks with a rhythmic, punishing cadence. The loud claps of flesh striking flesh harmonized with the wet, slapping sounds of his relentless fucking. He was turning her curvy, perfectly shaped buttocks a beautiful, rosy shade of pink, marking her pale skin with the undeniable evidence of his ownership.
"Ah! Ah! Stop! Please! Ahhhh! Don't stop!" Bibi Dong babbled incoherently, her mind completely fractured. The pain was sharp, but the resulting surge of arousal was a tidal wave she couldn't fight. Every slap sent a jolt of liquid fire straight to her clit and womb, forcing her body to milk his thick cock with an aggressive, involuntary desperation.
"You like that, don't you, my beautiful Pontiff?" Zhang Tian growled, his voice a dark, hypnotic rumble near her ear. He could feel her tight walls clenching frantically, almost vibrating around his dick in direct response to the spanking. "You like being put in your place. You like being treated like the needy, desperate woman you are."
Bibi Dong was weeping openly now. Tears of pure, unadulterated ecstasy streamed down her beautiful face, ruining any semblance of her dignified composure. She nodded her head frantically, her pink hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks.
"Yes! Yes! I love it! Hit me! Fuck me! Claim me!" she cried out, her infatuation boiling over into complete, shameless submission. She didn't care about the Spirit Hall, she didn't care about the continent. Right now, her entire universe was reduced to the man above her, the pain on her backside, and the thick, hot meat stretching her wide open.
Recognizing that her strong infatuation and the overwhelming physical pleasure had made her entirely incapable of resisting anything he did to her, Zhang Tian decided to employ his most devastating psychological tactics. He needed to break her completely, to ensure she would never be able to look at another man, to ensure her loyalty was bound to him by the strongest chains of lust and love.
Abruptly, he stopped his brutal thrusting.
Bibi Dong gasped, her eyes flying open as the intense friction ceased.
Slowly, agonizingly, Zhang Tian pulled his hips back. He withdrew his massive dick almost completely from her tight, wet depths, stopping only when the very blunt tip was resting just inside her swollen, weeping entrance.
The sudden loss of his filling presence was devastating.
"No... wait..." Bibi Dong whined, a pathetic, needy sound escaping her lips.
She thrashed her hips upwards, trying to chase his cock, trying to force him back inside her aching, empty void. But Zhang Tian held his ground, his hands firmly gripping her hips, pinning her to the floor, denying her the penetration she craved. He let the broad head of his dick tease her entrance, rubbing slickly against her swollen clit, a cruel, tantalizing reminder of what she was missing.
"Please..." she sobbed, her hips jerking upward in a desperate bid to capture him, her pussy clenching around empty air.
"Beg for it," Zhang Tian commanded. His voice was cold, his deep blue eyes flashing with a dominating, imperious light as he looked down at the trembling, weeping mess of a woman beneath him. He was looking at the most powerful woman on the continent, the Supreme Pontiff who held the power of life and death over millions. And he was denying her.
Bibi Dong looked up at him through her tears. Her pride, her exalted status, her immense power as a Limit Douluo—none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was the agonizing emptiness in her core and the intense, burning love and lust she felt for the man withholding his touch. Her dignity was entirely erased by the extreme, mind-altering pleasure only he could provide.
She reached up, her trembling hands wrapping around his thick wrists.
"Please..." Bibi Dong begged shamelessly, her voice a raw, broken plea that echoed in the silent chamber. "Please, Zhang Tian... put your cock back inside my pussy. Please... fill me up. I need it. I need you. I can't take the emptiness. Please fuck me..."
Zhang Tian smiled. It was a dark, victorious smile that promised both heaven and hell.
"As you wish, my sweet Dong'er."
He slammed his hips forward, burying his massive, rock-hard dick to the absolute hilt in one brutal, singular thrust.
Bibi Dong screamed, a sound of absolute, transcendent ecstasy, her body arching off the floor as he resumed his relentless, punishing conquest of the Supreme Pontiff.
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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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