He suddenly moved with fresh, savage energy, but this time it wasn't to plunge back into their holes. The hours of endless fucking had finally crested like a tidal wave of raw dominance, and even Cang's god-like stamina needed a breath before the next conquest.

The three women lay sprawled beneath him in a glistening, cum-drenched heap—bodies twitching, chests heaving, minds shattered into blissful submission.

The Queen's massive pregnant belly rose and fell in ragged gasps, her milk-swollen tits leaking in slow, pearly rivulets that pooled between her cleavage and Lin Yuxi's perky royal mounds.

Lin Yuxi clung to her mother like a lifeline, their faces pressed cheek-to-cheek, tongues still lazily licking stray drops of his cum from each other's lips in unconscious devotion. Marlin, the young maid, had curled into the Queen's side, one hand weakly cupping her own creampied pussy as if trying to keep every drop of his seed inside her.

Cang rose from the ruined bed with a low, satisfied grunt. The massive frame of the royal chamber's four-poster bed creaked in protest as his powerful legs swung over the edge.

His nine-inch cock hung heavy and half-hard between his thighs, still slick with their combined juices—thick strings of cum, pussy cream, and ass honey dripping lazily onto the silk sheets.

The women barely had time to register his movement before he stood fully, towering over them like a conqueror surveying his spoils. All three gasped in unison, their voices hoarse and broken from hours of screaming his name.

"Master… don't… don't leave us…" the Queen whimpered, her pregnant body shuddering as she tried to reach for him with trembling fingers. Milk continued to leak from her pierced nipples, the silver chain between them glinting wetly in the morning light filtering through the high windows.

Lin Yuxi's eyes fluttered open, glassy with aftershocks. "Cang… we're yours… please…" She nuzzled deeper into her mother's neck, their bodies sticking together in a sticky mess of sweat, cum, and love—exactly as he had intended. The hatred that had once simmered between mother and daughter had been fucked out of them completely, replaced by a shared, desperate need for the man who had claimed every inch of their royal bloodline.

Marlin could only moan softly, too spent to form words, her firm young ass still twitching from the last brutal pounding.

Cang breathed deeply, chest expanding with the scent of sex that hung thick in the air—musky, sweet, and utterly filthy. A dark smirk curled his lips. He wasn't done playing with them yet. Not even close. He lowered himself back onto the edge of the bed, taking a seat right in the middle of their stacked, exhausted bodies. His powerful thighs straddled their torsos once more, but this time it was slower, deliberate. He planted his ass firmly on the soft, cum-glazed pillow of their combined breasts—kneading the Queen's heavy, milk-leaking orbs with one large hand while his other palm groped Lin Yuxi's perky royal tits and Marlin's firm maid boobs all at once. His fingers sank deep into the warm, yielding flesh, squeezing and rolling the swollen mounds like dough.

"Mmmph~♡…" the Queen gasped, back arching weakly as fresh milk squirted between his fingers. "Master's hands… so strong… kneading us like the royal cows we are…"

Lin Yuxi whimpered, pressing her chest up into his palm. "Ahhn~!! My nipples are so swollen… they hurt from all the pinching… but I love it… knead harder, Cang…"

He didn't need to be told twice. His cock, still thick and veiny even after so many loads, rested heavily across all three pairs of trembling lips at once. "Clean it," he ordered, voice low and commanding. "Every drop. Lick your Master's cock spotless while I play with these fat tits."

Their mouths opened instantly, tongues darting out like obedient pets. The Queen's plush, royal lips wrapped around the fat head first, sucking gently with wet, reverent slurps. Lin Yuxi licked frantically along the thick shaft, her tongue tracing every pulsing vein while her mother's tongue swirled against hers in filthy, incestuous harmony. Marlin lapped at the underside, cleaning the cum and pussy juice from his heavy balls with happy, kitten-like moans. "Gluck… gluck… Master tastes so good… salty and thick… we'll clean every inch…"

Cang's hands never stopped. He kneaded their breasts harder, thumbs circling the swollen, abused nipples. Then, without warning, he slapped one—hard. His palm cracked across Marlin's firm young ass cheek with a loud *SMACK*, making her cry out in sharp pain around his balls. "KYAAA~!!" The maid's eyes watered instantly, but her pussy clenched visibly, leaking more of his cum onto the sheets.

He followed it with a brutal slap to the Queen's massive left tit, the heavy orb jiggling wildly as milk sprayed in an arc. "Haaanghh~!!" the pregnant woman screamed, tears of overwhelming pleasure-pain springing to her eyes. Her nipple chain jingled violently, sending fresh jolts through her sensitive buds.

"Enjoying this, aren't you?" Cang growled, voice thick with dark delight.

He pinched and pulled the already swollen nipples of all three women in turn—twisting the Queen's pierced ones until she sobbed, yanking Lin Yuxi's royal peaks until they stretched obscenely, and rolling Marlin's firm buds between his fingers until the maid was crying openly. "Cry for me. Scream for the man who owns your bodies now."

They did. Broken, ecstatic sobs filled the chamber as he toyed with them, his cock growing harder again against their cleaning tongues.

He could feel the Queen's pregnant belly brushing against his thigh, warm and full, and a fresh surge of possessive lust hit him.

Mother and daughter were sticking together so perfectly now—Lin Yuxi's arm draped protectively over her mother's belly, their faces nuzzling in shared devotion.

He had solved the problem between them with nothing but his cock and unrelenting dominance.

No more royal rivalry. Just two royal sluts who lived to serve the same Master.

Cang breathed one last satisfied breath, then slowly stood.

His cock hung heavy and semi-hard between his legs, still glistening from their tongues, a single thick drop of precum beading at the tip.

The women whimpered at the loss of his warmth, reaching weakly for him, but he was already turning away. He needed to do something.

He had sensed it earlier—the faint stirrings of approaching qi signatures outside the chamber.

Three of them. Strong enough to be trouble if left unchecked. And Cang was not the kind of man who let the pussies he claimed be defiled—or even looked at—by another cock. Especially not the pathetic excuses for men who had once "owned" these women.

He walked out of the royal chamber completely naked, cock swinging with each confident step, his muscular body still gleaming with sweat and their fluids. The morning light from the hallway windows painted his skin in golden hues, highlighting every ridge of abs, every vein on his arms. The stone floors were cool under his bare feet, but he didn't care. He was a conqueror in every sense.

The moment he rounded the turning into the main hallway, the three men halted mid-stride.

They were dressed in the finest clan robes—gold-trimmed crimson silk that screamed power and lineage.

The man in the center was none other than the Patriarch himself: Lin Yuxi's father, the Queen's so-called husband.

A middle-aged cultivator with a stern face, neatly trimmed beard, and the kind of arrogant aura that came from decades of ruling this minor royal clan.

Flanking him were two elders—gray-haired but still imposing, their robes marked with the clan's ancient crest. All three carried the faint glow of mid-stage Core Formation qi, respectable for a backwater clan… but laughable compared to Cang.

The Patriarch's eyes widened in pure shock as he took in the sight: a completely naked, powerfully built stranger emerging from the private royal bedchamber like he owned the place. Cum still glistened on Cang's thighs. His massive cock hung openly, unashamed.

"Who… who are you?" the Patriarch demanded, voice cracking with outrage and confusion. His hand instinctively went to the sword at his belt.

A smirk formed on Cang's lips. He knew exactly how this had to go. He wasn't the man who let the pussy he claimed be defiled by another cock—ever. "Naturally," he said, voice calm and dripping with mockery, "the one who claimed your wife and your daughter."

The words hit like a thunderclap.