"Oh... it feels so good! Being massaged by a big cock is absolutely divine!"
A high-pitched, lustful cry escaped Consort Pang's lips as the sensation brought them both to the peak of pleasure. "Ah... to be able to massage Your Highness with my big cock—I am truly blessed! Your Highness, I want to serve you with this big cock for the rest of my life!"
Yao Qiyuan shouted aloud.
*Slap, slap, slap, slap...*
*Squelch, squelch...*
The sounds of flesh colliding and a cock thrusting in and out of a wanton pussy echoed endlessly through the room.
Yao Qiyuan gripped Consort Pang's voluptuous, ample buttocks, fucking her just as one would a bitch in heat.
Watching one of the most noble women in the Kingdom of Tang writhe lewdly and cooperate expertly beneath his thick, massive cock filled him with immense satisfaction.
What could possibly offer a greater sense of accomplishment than conquering a woman of higher status than oneself beneath one's loins? Especially when that woman's husband held the power of life and death over him.
Fueled by the supreme satisfaction of cuckolding the Emperor, Yao Qiyuan held fast to Consort Pang's ample buttocks and thrust vigorously.
Watching her voluptuous buttocks tremble violently, listening to her wanton moans, and feeling the tight, gripping sensation around his cock, Yao Qiyuan felt his life was truly perfect.
Consort Pang was well aware of the thoughts running through the man behind her; to ensure his utmost satisfaction, she writhed her voluptuous buttocks with abandon, tracing incredibly alluring arcs with every movement.
She arched her buttocks high, filling the man behind her with the thrill of conquest and the pleasure of knowing she was his plaything.
Amidst the lewd, wet sounds, the Consort and the official—behind the Emperor's back—indulged in the carnal pleasures of the flesh.
It was not until nearly an hour had passed that this passionate encounter finally came to an end. As Consort Pang reached her second climax, Yao Qiyuan ejaculated deep into her womb.
Afterward, Consort Pang lay prone on the bed, panting heavily to let the lingering waves of pleasure subside, while Yao Qiyuan gently caressed her beautiful back and voluptuous buttocks.
Once they had both calmed down, Yao Qiyuan asked with a look of concern, "Your Highness, can the man you arranged really control the Empress Dowager? She is not the sort of woman to be easily swayed by carnal desire."
"Heh heh! Rest assured, Chancellor. Even *I* could barely handle that young man's cock—let alone the Empress Dowager, that frustrated woman. Once she has tasted it, I guarantee she will no longer favor the Yang clan; at the very least, she will remain neutral."
Consort Pang lay in Yao Qiyuan's arms and answered with a seductive, flirtatious air.
Seeing Consort Pang casting such alluring glances, Yao Qiyuan felt a fresh surge of desire rising in his loins.
Sensing this, Consort Pang shot him a playful, sidelong look and said coquettishly, "You old lecher—haven't you had enough yet?"
"Hehe! It's all because Your Highness is so enchanting. How could a mere subject like me ever get enough after just one round?"
With that, Yao Qiyuan moved to climb back onto Consort Pang's body.
"You old rascal—let *me* take the lead this time!"
Saying this, Consort Pang had Yao Qiyuan lie flat on his back and then straddled him.
She aligned her wanton pussy with his re-erected cock and lowered herself onto it, beginning to grind and thrust against him. *Slap, slap, slap, slap...*
The sounds of flesh colliding, mingled with the man's heavy panting and the woman's sultry moans, echoed once more through the palace hall.
Prince Jing, Li Wenxin, was hurrying toward the Cold Palace with two personal attendants; the crowds thinned out the further they went.
By the time they reached the vicinity of the Cold Palace, there wasn't a soul in sight.
Upon arriving at the entrance with his two loyal servants, he heard the sounds of flesh slapping together—*slap, slap*—
—along with the pained moans of a woman.
"It seems someone is having their way with that bitch,"
Li Wenxin thought to himself.
He pushed open the door and immediately saw a beautiful woman pinned to the cold floor of the dim hall, being vigorously fucked by a man.
Her skin was snow-white—but it was a sickly, unnatural pallor, the kind that comes from never seeing the sun. She possessed a voluptuous figure; even the most fastidious of men would have to admit that this beautiful noblewoman had a body capable of stirring any man's desire.
There was no trace of submission on her face despite years of humiliation and torment; she remained as proud and regal as ever.
Even now, as she was pinned beneath a former subordinate—being ravished and violently fucked—she showed no signs of yielding.
Though tears of pain clung to the corners of her eyes, she uttered not a single plea for mercy.
*Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack...*
Amidst the ceaseless sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the man mounted atop her thrust vigorously into this stunning noblewoman—a woman whose regal bearing remained undiminished despite her exile to the Cold Palace.
"Your Majesty, does my cock feel good inside you? Is it pleasurable? Cry out for me—let me hear it! If you do, I'll go easy on you today and spare you the whip!"
The man, thrusting hard while straddling the beautiful woman, shouted these words with an expression of wild excitement.
"Zhu Ying... I treated you well in the past... Why did you... defect to Consort Pang? Why... why must you... humiliate me like this?"
The noblewoman spoke while struggling to suppress the waves of pleasure rising within her body.
"Heh heh! It's your own fault for being so damn tempting, Your Majesty! Back then, whenever I saw those big tits and that huge ass of yours, I wanted to touch and kiss them—and I wanted to fuck that slutty pussy of yours even more! I'd do anything—fucking anything—just to get inside you! Besides, Consort Pang is willing to give me the high rank and rich rewards that you never would!"