Shen Ruolin stepped forward with the grace only a woman who had long accompanied a ruler possessed. Under the dim glow of the lanterns and the thickening mist of aphrodisiac, her pure body glistened like heavenly porcelain. As she climbed onto the giant silk bed, her steps held no hesitation, only profound devotion and a passion that had reached boiling point.
Wei Yan stared at her, his eyes sweeping over every curve of Ruolin's perfectly proportioned body. "Ruolin... every time I see you, you always manage to amaze me. It's as if time dares not touch your beauty," Wei Yan murmured in a baritone voice raspy with desire.
Shen Ruolin's figure was truly a masterpiece. Her 36D breasts stood firm, supple, and boasted a challenging reddish peak. Their size perfectly balanced the width of her seductive hips, creating a perfect hourglass silhouette. Her smooth skin contrasted sharply with the maroon silk sheets beneath her.
Ruolin didn't respond with words. She immediately wrapped her slender arms around Wei Yan's neck, pulling him into an intense kiss that seemed to suck all his breath away. "Nghhh... Husband... you always speak so sweetly," Ruolin moaned between their lips. The kiss was no longer just a greeting, but a wild, wet battle of tongues, as they exchanged saliva and pure energy.
As their lips met, Wei Yan's hands began to multitask with incredible skill. One hand kneaded Ruolin's right breast in a strong, demanding rhythm, while his thumb played with her already erect nipple. Wei Yan's other hand slid down, across Ruolin's flat stomach, and touched the already very wet gate of bliss.
"Ahhh! Wei Yan... there... mmm..." Ruolin let out a long moan, her body arching slightly as Wei Yan's fingers began to explore her sensitive folds.
Wei Yan then pulled his face away slightly, glancing at Li Yuantong, who was still lying limply, breathing evenly beside their heads. "Yuantong, rest for a moment. Once you've recovered your strength, approach Ning Shuang. Help her pamper herself... she's almost going crazy from enduring the itch down there. Give her your guidance," Wei Yan commanded with gentle authority.
"Yes... Master..." Yuantong replied in a husky, satisfied voice, his eyes glancing at Ning Shuang, who was trembling on the edge of the bed.
Ruolin now took the initiative even further. She pulled away slightly and reached for Wei Yan's junior, who was still erect, throbbing, and incredibly manly after the previous session. Ruolin spat on her own palm and her husband's manhood, then began rubbing it with expert up-and-down movements. The wet slapping sound filled the hall, eliciting moans from the other wives watching.
"Look how powerful you are, Husband. I've missed this every second," Ruolin said, her eyes gleaming with longing. She bent down, licking the tip of her junior's penis with the tip of her tongue, providing stimulation that made Wei Yan growl lowly.
"I'm ready, Husband. Don't keep me waiting any longer," Ruolin whispered. She then lay down on the silk, pulling her knees wide open, revealing their most secret intimacy, now glistening with natural lubrication. "Claim me completely... make me yours again. Subdue this senior goddess until she's powerless."
Wei Yan took his position between Ruolin's spread legs. He took a clean, new white handkerchief and placed it just below Ruolin's hips. Wei Yan held his junior, directing his hot tip directly in front of Shen Ruolin's.
"Nghhh... ahhh... Wei Yan... put it in... please..." Ruolin began to plead, her hips moving slightly, trying to welcome her husband's presence.
Wei Yan didn't thrust in immediately. He rubbed his tip slowly along Ruolin's sensitive slit, making her moan in frustration. "Patience, honey. Let me feel it little by little."
"No! Put it in now! I want it full! Ahhh!" Ruolin screamed softly as Wei Yan finally began to push in.
Wei Yan delivered one powerful, deep thrust. His junior penetrated all the way to the base of Ruolin's womb.
"AAAHHH! WEI YAN...!" Ruolin screamed hysterically, her voice so high-pitched that it echoed off the ceiling of the hall. Her body stiffened, her toes curling sharply as Wei Yan's enormous manhood buried itself inside her warmth. Even though Ruolin was the senior wife, Wei Yan's hefty size still presented a real challenge to her capacity, especially after not feeling it for so long. Ruolin's breath quickened, and her eyes squeezed shut against the sharp waves of pain mixed with surprising pleasure.
Wei Yan immediately stopped his movements. He kept his body planted within her, holding her tightly to adjust. He kissed her forehead, which was drenched in cold sweat. "Calm down, darling... Breathe... Adjust to my presence," Wei Yan whispered in a soothing baritone.
At the same time, Wei Yan waved his hand in the air. A pure white handkerchief appeared out of nowhere. Gently, he wiped away the crimson bloodstains at the site of their union—the blood of Shen Ruolin's absolute devotion. The handkerchief was then placed beside the pillow, a silent witness to their rekindled spiritual marriage.
Slowly, the tension in Ruolin's body began to loosen. The pain was replaced by a warm sensation that spread throughout her body, the effect of Wei Yan's pure energy flowing in and interacting with her own inner energy. The dragon and phoenix techniques began to work automatically, synchronizing their heartbeats and energy flow. Ruolin opened her eyes, looking at Wei Yan with a gaze now filled with pure passion. She gave a soft signal with her hips, an unspoken invitation.
Wei Yan smiled faintly, understanding the signal. He began pumping with rhythmic, powerful movements. Each thrust and pull was carefully executed, allowing Ruolin to feel every inch of his presence. The friction of their skin created a provocative, wet sound, blending with their increasingly heavy breaths.
"You're so tight, Ruolin. Even after all this time, you still feel like the first time," Wei Yan praised as he began to deliver short, powerful thrusts.
"That... nghhh... because I was just... ahhh... keeping it for you... ughhh... deeper, honey! Harder!" Ruolin exclaimed as she wrapped her legs around Wei Yan's waist, locking him in place for maximum penetration.
Below, the sound of their skin slapping against each other grew rhythmic and intense. Wei Yan bent down again, sucking obsessively on one of Ruolin's breasts, while his other hand gently tugged at Ruolin's long hair, exposing her slender neck.
"AAAHHH! Keep going... Wei Yan... like that! I... I feel like I'm going to explode!" Ruolin moaned loudly, her voice echoing Yuantong's moans as he began to rise to approach Ning Shuang.
The hall was now a veritable sea of lust. Ruolin continued to moan and call out Wei Yan's name, while Wei Yan increased his pace, exerting total dominance over the senior goddess, who had now completely surrendered to his power.
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On the other side of the hall filled with the steam of passion, Ning Shuang looked like a tiny lotus swaying in a storm. She curled up on the edge of the giant mattress, her pure, white body trembling violently. Her round eyes couldn't tear herself away from the scene before her—watching Shen Ruolin moan and arch under Wei Yan's dominance. The touch of her own hands on her lower body felt stiff and awkward, and she didn't know what to do with the increasingly itchy and burning sensation tormenting her.
Just then, a warm, gentle hand touched her bare shoulder. Li Yuantong, who had recovered some of his energy, approached with a motherly yet sensual smile.
"Little Sister Shuang..." Yuantong whispered softly in her ear.
"Ahhh! B-Brother Yuantong!" Ning Shuang gasped, her face flushing bright red all the way to the base of her neck. She tried to cover her chest with her hands, but the aphrodisiac in the air made it difficult to defend herself.
Yuantong chuckled, her crisp voice sounding like music amidst the din of the hall's moans. "Hehehe... don't be shy, honey. Look at you, you're so beautiful. Your husband will definitely love you when he sees your expression like this," Yuantong said, stroking Ning Shuang's long hair.
"I-I... I don't know what to do, Big Sis. This... this is so embarrassing, but down there... it feels so strange..." Ning Shuang lowered her head, her voice trembling violently.
"I understand," Yuantong replied curtly. He then moved gently, turning his back to Ning Shuang but still within reach of her touch. He pulled Ning Shuang's hands to hug his waist from behind, providing tangible physical guidance. "Do it naturally and let your emotions flow freely. Don't hold back, Shuang-er. That itch is a sign that your soul longs for union with your husband."
Yuantong guided Ning Shuang's hands to touch the girl's own sensitive areas, while he himself began to stimulate the nerve points on Ning Shuang's inner thighs.
"Nghhh... Ahhh... Big Brother..." Ning Shuang began to moan deeply. The girl's head fell onto Yuantong's shoulder. "It feels... so hot... mmm... Wei Yan... Master Wei Yan..."
"Yes, say her name. Let her hear you," Yuantong guided again. "Feel how Big Sister Ruolin surrenders herself. You will be like her soon. Feel the vibrations within you."
Ning Shuang began to lose control of her senses. Under Yuantong's guidance, her hand movements became bolder. She began to feel her own breasts, gently squeezing her twin peaks that no one had ever touched before. "Ahhh! Mmm... Brother Yuantong... this... this is so good... Ughhh!"
Ning Shuang's pure, high-pitched moans echoed Shen Ruolin's deep groans as Wei Yan pumped her in the middle of the bed. The interaction between the two wives—the senior guiding the junior—created an equally erotic scene. Yuantong occasionally turned to kiss Ning Shuang's lips, transferring a little calming energy to keep her from fainting from the sudden arousal.
"Keep going like that, Shuang-er. Soon, Husband will finish his business with Ruolin, and you'll be the sweetest dessert tonight," Yuantong whispered as he licked Ning Shuang's ear.
"Ahhh! Wei Yan! Master! Hurry... I... I want to taste it too... mmm... Ahhh!" Ning Shuang let out a small cry, her body convulsing as she reached her first small climax solely from the stimulation of Yuantong's hands and guidance. Clear fluids soaked her thighs, and she panted with teary eyes, staring at Wei Yan's back with longing and unbearable anticipation.
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Wei Yan, still thrusting with seemingly limitless energy, stared into Shen Ruolin's eyes, already clouded with ecstasy. Amidst the pounding of skin against skin, Wei Yan bent down and kissed Ruolin deeply on the forehead. In that instant, he transferred the Dragon and Phoenix Supreme Harmony Dual Cultivation Technique to her. Ruolin gasped, her mind, previously filled with nothing but lust, now filled with a stream of sacred spiritual instructions, synchronizing her heartbeat with Wei Yan's breathing.
"Now, Ruolin... Give it all to me!" Wei Yan growled.
Wei Yan increased his tempo drastically. Each thrust became stronger, deeper, and more demanding. Shen Ruolin could no longer hold back; she wrapped her legs tightly around Wei Yan's waist, pulling him deeper into her womb.
"AAAHHH! WEI YAN! MORE! KEEP GOING... I... I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!" Ruolin screamed hysterically, her mature voice breaking in a heartbreaking scream of pleasure.
As the threshold was reached, their movements became identical to what had happened to Li Yuantong earlier. With one final, violent thrust, plunging all the way to the bottom, Wei Yan plunged his entire length into her. At that crucial moment, a burst of scorching energy erupted from Wei Yan, coinciding with Ruolin's release, sending her body shuddering violently.
"OOOHHH—WEI YAANN! NOOO! AKHHH!" Ruolin puffed out her chest, her back arching sharply against the red silk. Her eyes rolled upward, revealing the whites as the waves of a powerful orgasm battered every nerve. Wei Yan captured Ruolin's lips, silencing her screams with a searing, deep kiss, allowing the upper and lower channels to connect perfectly in a closed energy circulation.
Just like the previous process, Wei Yan immediately pulled Ruolin, who was still trembling violently, up by the waist. In one smooth movement, without breaking the union below, Wei Yan sat cross-legged, and Ruolin now sat on him in a cowgirl position. Glittering golden and red light exploded from their union point, swirling around them as the dual cultivation technique carried out its energy purification cycle.
"Nghhh... mmm..." Ruolin could only sigh helplessly in Wei Yan's embrace, her hands hanging limply on her husband's shoulders.
After the energy cycle stabilized and reached its peak, Wei Yan slowly laid Ruolin's completely limp body back down. Below Ruolin's navel, her fair skin suddenly glowed golden, and Wei Yan's special seal—a golden tattoo identical to Yuantong's—gradually emerged, marking her absolute ownership.
Ruolin gasped for breath, tilting slightly to the side as Wei Yan pulled away. With the last of her strength, the agile Ruolin immediately bent down, letting her head rest on Wei Yan's left inner thigh, and began to obediently tongue-service Wei Yan's still-standing junior.
Wei Yan stroked Ruolin's hair, then his gaze shifted to Ning Shuang, who had been being guided by Yuantong. "Come here, Shuang-er. Don't let the itch torment you any longer," Wei Yan said in a domineering tone, inviting his new bride into the heart of the storm.