The master suite was thick with the scent of moon-chilled nectar and raw, primordial musk. Shen Yu stood over them like a dark deity, his 10th Stage Qi vibrating through the floorboards, his golden eyes burning with a light that stripped them of every remaining shred of modesty.

Plap... Squelch... Plap...

"Watch closely, Yan’er," Shen Yu commanded, his voice a low, sovereign vibration that made the Matriarch’s core quiver. "See how the Pride of the Tang Clan breaks for me."

Meng Yan watched with a glazed intensity, her breath hitching as she witnessed the monstrous length vanishing into Lixue’s drenched heat. The sight of it emerging slick and glistening only to be buried again sent a violent, electric itch straight to her soul. Unable to contain the fire in her blood, her hand drifted down, fingers sinking into her own overflowing slickness.

Shlick... Shlick...

"Ahhh... it’s too deep... Lord, you’re stretching her so much..." Meng Yan moaned, her voice cracking with vicarious heat.

Driven by a sudden, bold impulse, she leaned forward until her face was inches from the point of impact. As Shen Yu delivered a particularly brutal, bottoming thrust, Meng Yan darted her tongue out, teasing the base of his shaft and his heavy, low-hanging balls.

Slurp... Squelch...

Shen Yu let out a predatory growl. "Eager, aren’t we? Do not stop. I want to feel the Phoenix’s tongue while I conquer the Sword."

"Yes... My Lord," Meng Yan breathed, her eyes locking onto his as she swirled her tongue around him, tasting the salt and musk of his exertion.

Thud... Squelch...

The rhythmic sounds of wet friction and heavy breathing filled the room as Shen Yu maintained his relentless pace. He continued to drive into Lixue’s depths, his hips creating a localized thunder of skin hitting skin. Below him, Meng Yan was a blur of devotion; she kept her focus on his lower half, her tongue darting out to lick and swirl around his heavy balls, tasting the musk of his rising power.

Slurp... Squelch... Plap...

Occasionally, she would slide her tongue upward, trailing it along the base of his shaft as it emerged glistening from Lixue, before diving back down to worship his heat.

"Stay focused, Yan’er," Shen Yu rasped, his hand tightening in Lixue’s black hair. He suddenly pulled back, forcing Lixue deeper onto her fours, her chest pressed against the silk sheets and her rear thrust high in the air. Without a word of warning, he plunged back in, the force of the entry making the bed frame groan.

SCHLUCK!

"AHHHH! Yu’er! Yes... right there!" Lixue shrieked, her fingers clawing at the pillows as he began to pound her with a savage, unrelenting speed.

As he hammered into the younger girl, Shen Yu reached forward, his powerful fingers tangling into Meng Yan’s dark emerald hair. He hauled her face up to his, silencing her moans with a rough, bruising kiss. He claimed her mouth with a territorial hunger, his tongue battling hers even as his lower body continued its systematic conquest of Lixue.

Mmuph... Chu... Plap... Plap...

The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of Meng Yan’s mouth and the wet, tight friction of Lixue’s pussy creating a feedback loop of pure ecstasy. After a moment, Shen Yu broke the kiss, his golden eyes burning with a dark fire. He shifted his focus downward, burying his face in Meng Yan’s heavy, voluptuous breasts.

Slurp... Nibble...

He began to suck on them roughly, his teeth grazing her sensitive, tensed nipples. "How do they feel, Matriarch?" he growled against her skin, his words punctuated by the heavy thuds of his hips against Lixue. "Do they ache for me while I use your sister?"

"Yes... they’re screaming for you!" Meng Yan gasped, her back arching as he bit down on her soft flesh.

Shen Yu eventually pulled back to focus entirely on the final stretch of his assault on Lixue. Meng Yan, sensing the shift, moved into a position of total worship. She began to caress and lick his tensed, corded abdominals, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles as they rippled with every thrust.

Slurp... Slurp...

She worked her way upward, her eyes widening as she saw his nipples tensing in the cold night air. She leaned in, her tongue flickering out to tease and swirl around the small buds, her breath hot against his skin.

Shen Yu let out a low, guttural sound, his cock swelling even further inside Lixue, becoming a stone-hard pillar of heat.

"Ahhhhh!" Lixue moaned, her voice pitching higher as she felt the change. "Sister Yan... don’t stop! Keep doing that! He just got so much harder... he’s reaching the limit!"

Meng Yan hummed with satisfaction, her teeth grazing his nipple as she intensified her teasing, her hands roaming over his chest. She could feel the sovereign power vibrating through him, a storm that was about to break.

"I’m... going!" Shen Yu roared, his 10th Stage Qi surging to a violent peak.

SPLAT! Squelch...

He delivered a final, bone-shattering thrust that pinned Lixue to the mattress. He erupted inside her, a massive, pressurized load of Yang essence flooding her womb in heavy, rhythmic spurts. Lixue’s body locked in a violent, picturesque spasm, her eyes rolling back as she was drowned from the inside by his power.

Gulp... Squelch... Splat...

The room fell into a heavy, panting silence, broken only by the sound of Lixue’s shattered moans and the wet, sloppy sound of Meng Yan’s final lick against Shen Yu’s chest. The lord had claimed his prize, and the Sword and the Phoenix were left trembling in his wake.

The heavy, rhythmic percussion of the mating finally ceased, leaving only a thick, panting silence in its wake. The only sounds remaining were Lixue’s shattered, breathless moans and the soft, wet slurp of Meng Yan’s tongue as she took a final, lingering lick of the sweat from Shen Yu’s tensed chest.

Pop... Squelch...

Shen Yu pulled his length out of Lixue’s thoroughly used entrance, the sound echoing lewdly in the quiet room. He didn’t give Meng Yan a moment to process the sight of the messy, trembling girl beside her. His golden eyes, burning with a predatory and revitalized hunger, locked onto the Matriarch.

With a sudden, dominant movement, he tangled his fingers deep into Meng Yan’s dark emerald hair. He hauled her back and forced her down onto the silk sheets beside the exhausted Lixue, pinning her into a wide-open missionary pose. The contrast was striking, the spent, porcelain-skinned Sword of the Tang Clan lying next to the flushed, voluptuous Lunar Phoenix who was still screaming for her own conquest.

Shen Yu loomed over her, a dark shadow of sovereign power, his stone-hard cock already weeping a trail of Lixue’s cream onto Meng Yan’s stomach.

"The Sword has been broken, Yan’er," Shen Yu rasped, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that vibrated through her very marrow. "Now... it’s the Matriarch’s turn to be dismantled."

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