The air vibrated with a raw, predatory electricity as Shen Yu loomed over the Matriarch, his presence so heavy it felt as if the gravity in the room had doubled. Meng Yan’s breath came in ragged, shallow hitches, her hazel eyes trembling as they tracked the thick, vein-pulsing length that hovered just inches above her core. The scent of Lixue’s surrender was still sharp, but as Shen Yu’s shadow swallowed her whole, it was replaced by the overwhelming heat of his Primordial Yang.

Schlick... Squelch...

Shen Yu didn’t move immediately to claim her. Instead, he took his hand and smeared the lingering essence from his tip across her lower belly, a slow, deliberate mark of ownership. "You’ve watched long enough, Yan’er," he growled, his golden eyes narrowing. "You’ve tasted me with your tongue, but now I want to see how the Nine-Yin Lunar Phoenix handles the full weight of my fire."

"Please... Honey... don’t make me wait any longer," Meng Yan pleaded, her back arching off the silk sheets, her legs spreading wider in an instinctive, desperate invitation.

SCHLUCK!

With a single, uncompromising thrust, Shen Yu buried himself to the hilt. The sound of the impact was like a heavy mallet hitting wet stone. Meng Yan’s head tossed back, her mouth falling open in a silent, shattered scream as her internal walls were forced to expand to accommodate his monstrous girth. Her body, already hyper-sensitized from witnessing the previous act, felt as if it were being split by a bolt of divine lightning.

"AHHHH! YES! FILL ME!"

Slap... Slap... Slap...

Shen Yu began to piston into her with a savage, unrelenting speed. He was no longer the composed cultivator; he was a force of nature, using her mature, lush frame to vent the surging power of his yang essence. Every strike sent her sliding up the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing violently with the force of his momentum.

Lixue, still catching her breath, managed to push herself up on her elbows. Her blue eyes were wide, watching with a dazed, euphoric smile as her Lord began to dismantle the Matriarch. "Look at you, Sister Yan..." Lixue whispered, her voice airy and ruined. "You’re taking him so well... you’re even tighter than me."

Squelch... Slap... Squelch...

Shen Yu reached down, his hands claiming Meng Yan’s breasts with a proprietary grip, squeezing them until she whimpered. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck, marking her skin with dark, crimson bruises. "The Jin Clan Matriarch... the Iron Woman of the city..." he mocked against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Where is that dignity now? All I see is a female in heat, begging to be marked."

"It’s gone! I am nothing but yours!" Meng Yan shrieked, her fingers digging into his tensed biceps as she met every thrust with a desperate, rolling lift of her hips.

Slap... Slap... Slap...

The pace became frantic, the wet friction of their union creating a thick, sloppy sound that drowned out the night. Shen Yu’s Qi was reaching a boiling point, the Nine-Yin energy he was drawing from Meng Yan acting like fuel to his internal furnace. He felt the bottleneck of his cultivation trembling, the perfect circle of his Qi nearing its inevitable explosion.

"Give it all to me!" Shen Yu roared, his muscles locking as he felt the final surge. He gripped her thighs, pinning them against her chest to expose her even further, and delivered a series of rapid-fire, bone-deep strikes.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Meng Yan’s world dissolved into white light. She climaxed with such force that her entire body went rigid, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a desperate, pulsing vice. Just as she shattered, Shen Yu let out a guttural, sovereign roar, his 9th Stage Qi erupting in a massive, pressurized torrent of Yang essence that flooded deep into her phoenix womb.

Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...

The sheer volume was staggering, a heavenly deluge that made Meng Yan’s stomach flutter with the heat of it. They remained locked together for several long minutes, their heartbeats slamming against each other in the heavy, humid silence of the master suite.

Then Shen Yu pulled his length out of Meng Yan with a slow, wet pop, his golden eyes scanning the aftermath of his conquest. Both women lay before him, their bodies flushed and trembling, with his potent marks leaking from their depths, a visual testament to the absolute dominance he held over the Phoenix and the Sword.

The sight, rather than satiating him, acted as a fresh catalyst. His primordial yang revitalized his strength in heartbeats, and his cock throbbed, stone-hard once more.

"I am not finished with you two," Shen Yu rasped, his voice a low, sovereign rumble.

He reached out and grabbed Meng Yan, who was still dazed from her peak. "On your stomach, Yan’er." The Matriarch obeyed with a tired but devoted whimper, pressing her lush, mature curves flat against the mattress. Then, Shen Yu seized Lixue, hauling the smaller girl up and laying her directly on top of Meng Yan’s back.

Squelch...

Lixue let out a soft gasp as her soft skin pressed against the Matriarch. The feeling of being elevated, of being used as the primary vessel while literally supported by the Iron Matriarch, sent an exhilarating surge of dominance through her. She felt like a queen being offered up to her King on a bed of living silk.

Without a second of hesitation, Shen Yu lunged forward and plunged back into Lixue from behind.

PLAP... Squelch!

"AHHH!" Lixue shrieked, her fingers digging into Meng Yan’s shoulders for support.

As Shen Yu began to hammer into Lixue with a savage, unrelenting rhythm, the sensation for Meng Yan was entirely different. She was pinned beneath them, feeling the crushing, masculine weight of her Lord and the frantic, rhythmic vibrations of his thrusts traveling through Lixue’s body and into her own. Every impact of Shen Yu’s hips echoed through her ribs, making her feel like a part of the very machinery of his pleasure.

Slap... Slap... Slap...

After several minutes of relentless pounding that had Lixue sobbing in ecstasy, Shen Yu suddenly pulled back. Before Meng Yan could even process the shift in weight, he guided himself lower. Without warning, he thrusted directly into the Matriarch, pinning Lixue against her as he claimed the woman beneath.

SCHLUCK!

"OH GODDDD!" Meng Yan cried out, her face buried in the pillows as she felt the unexpected, bone-deep entry.

While he ravaged Meng Yan, Lixue was caught in the crossfire. With every powerful thrust into the Matriarch, Shen Yu’s tensed, corded abdominals slammed into Lixue’s rear and back, keeping her pinned and pulsing. He continued this brutal, alternating assault, switching between the Sword and the Phoenix with predatory precision, never letting either of them recover.

The atmosphere was one of pure, carnal hunger. The boundaries of their identities had long since dissolved, leaving only the King and his two most prized treasures.

Slap... Squelch... Slap... Squelch...

Finally, as the first hint of pre-dawn light began to touch the warded windows, Shen Yu reached the breaking point of his endurance. He pulled out of both of them, his hips bucking as he released a massive, pressurized load of Yang essence. The white-hot torrent splattered across both of their asses, painting their flushed skin with his final mark of the night.

Splurt... Splat...

But even that was not the end. Driven by the limitless energy of his cultivation, they spent the remainder of the time exploring every dark, animalistic corner of their desires. They moved from one position to the next, a chaotic dance of silk, sweat, and dominance that left the bed in ruins.

By the time the sun fully rose over the Tang Estate, the three of them were a tangled mass of exhausted, satisfied limbs. It had been a night of primal, unyielding pleasure, a night that had firmly cemented the bond between the Sovereign, his Phoenix, and his Sword.

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A/N: I have updated the last two Chapters, so if you feel that there is some change of events then please read the previous two Chapters.