The air in Shen Yu’s chamber was thick enough to choke, a heavy mixture of jasmine, musk, and raw spiritual pressure.

As the three women worshipped him with frantic, rhythmic intensity, the pressure in Shen Yu’s marrow reached a critical threshold. His golden eyes flared, the pupils slitting like a predator’s as he felt the sheer volume of his Yang essence surging upward.

Across the compound, in the silent seclusion of her own room, Mei Yilan was a woman possessed.

She lay back against her silk pillows, her chest heaving as she dragged her fingers through her own slick heat. The image of Shen Yu, the god she had seen through the door, was burned into her retinas.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the monstrous girth of his cock and the way the powerful Matriarch Meng had looked up at him with a ruined, adoring expression.

"Ah... Yu’er..." she whimpered, her fingers moving in a rapid, punishing blur. Her body, long dormant and neglected, was reacting with a ferocity that terrified her.

Shlick. Shlick. Squelch.

Back in the master suite, Shen Yu let out a low, vibrating groan. He reached down and caught Meng Yan by her emerald hair, pulling his length free from her throat.

Pop.

He stood up, towering over the three kneeling women, his hand wrapping around his own dark, pulsing length.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low thrum of power.

Lixue, Meng Yan, and Xu Yi looked up, their faces flushed and eyes wide with hunger. Shen Yu began to stroke himself with rapid, violent speed, the sight of his own power fuelling the final surge.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

Simultaneously, Mei Yilan reached her own breaking point. Her hips arched off the bed, her fingers digging deep as she imagined that heavy weight finally filling the void in her soul. She could almost feel the phantom heat of his gaze.

Shlick. Shlick. Squelch.

With a sharp cry, her body locked into a rigid bow, a crystalline spray of release painting her inner thighs as she came, whispering his name into the cold night air.

Hah. Hah. Hah.

Exhausted and shattered by the intensity, she collapsed into a deep, dreamless sleep, still clutching the memory of his power.

In the centre of the master room, Shen Yu let out a final, guttural roar of triumph. With a series of powerful, pulsing surges, he erupted, a massive, pressurised torrent of hot, pearly essence exploding from him, painting the faces and chests of the three ladies.

Splat. Splat. Splat.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Lixue, Meng Yan, and Xu Yi didn’t flinch. They moaned as the hot yang essence touched their skin, breathing in its heavenly scent before moving with practiced, feline grace, licking the essence from their own lips and faces, savouring the taste of his power like the finest dessert served after a long, gruelling feast.

Lick. Lick. Mm. Lick.

Every drop was a treasure, a literal manifestation of the god they served.

Shen Yu watched them with a dark, satisfied expression before he stood and walked to the door. He slammed it shut and threw the heavy iron bolt with a definitive thud.

Thud. Click.

He turned back to the room, but the "Young Master" was gone. Dark, swirling energy began to bleed from his pores, his form shifting and expanding until the terrifying presence of Ni Tian loomed over them. His aura turned chaotic and violent, a jagged, demonic pressure filling the space.

Hmmm.

Shen Yu’s gaze dropped to Xu Yi, whose Abyssal Dragon bloodline was roaring in response to the suffocating, wicked pressure of his true form. Her pupils vibrated with a mixture of terror and terminal arousal.

"You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you, little dragon?" Shen Yu rumbled, his voice a distorted chorus of shadows that seemed to echo from the walls themselves. He stepped toward the bed, "You wanted to be claimed by this version of me. You wanted to feel the weight of a demon."

His head snapped toward Lixue, a jagged, evil smile cutting across his pale features. "And you, my ’Sword’... you were so jealous of your sisters earlier. You wanted to be handled, used, and ruined."

"Well, I’m going to fuck you so wildly they’ll have to rebuild your pride from the ashes. I’ll show you how a Demonic Cultivator marks his territory."

He didn’t wait for a response. He reached out, his large hands winding into the hair of both Lixue and Xu Yi. With arrogance, he began walking toward the centre of the bed. The two women were forced to crawl, their necks arched back as they followed the pull of his fists.

Rustle. Rustle.

Gazing up at the tanned, broad back of their husband’s second identity, they felt a cold shiver of genuine fear, the fear of being broken, of being ravaged so thoroughly they wouldn’t be able to stand by morning, and that fear turned their cores into weeping, aching wounds.

Meng Yan, not wanting to be left behind, crawled feverishly in their wake, her eyes fixed on the monstrous display of power.

Upon reaching the centre of the silk-covered stage, Shen Yu tossed Lixue and Xu Yi onto the mattress with casual, terrifying strength before snatching Meng Yan and throwing her alongside them.

Fwump.

He stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes glowing a deep, hellish crimson as the familiar jagged demonic energy coursed through his meridians.

"On all fours. Now," he commanded.

The sight that followed was a masterpiece of carnal ruin. Three pairs of pale, trembling thighs, three backsides of varying perfection waiting for his judgment.

On the left was Meng Yan, soft and pure white; on the right was Lixue, perky and perfectly fitted for a man’s grip; and in the centre was the heavy, luscious form of Xu Yi, still bearing the vivid red marks of his earlier spanks.

Rustle.

Shen Yu climbed onto the bed, looming behind Xu Yi’s curves. Without warning, he raised both hands and delivered a thunderous, simultaneous blow to her asscheeks.

CRACK!

Xu Yi let out a deafening moan, her body bucking forward. Lixue and Meng Yan felt a sharp pang of jealousy, but it was short-lived as Shen Yu’s hands moved with lightning speed.

SMACK! SMACK!

The room echoed with their staggered cries.

Ah! Ah! Ahh!

While they were still reeling from the sting, Shen Yu’s fingers began to circle their tight, puckered entrances.

Shlick. Shlick.

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A/N: Power Stone Update - 95/150