The master suite beca a sanctuary of unholy worship, the air vibrating with the conflicting yet harmonizing auras of the Nine-Yin Lunar Phoenix and the Primordial Yang. As Lixue’s hand pressed firmly against the back of ng Yan’s head, the power dynamic in the room shifted. The "First Wife" was no longer just a spectator; she was the conductor of the Matriarch’s surrender.
Mmph... Shlukk... Shlukk...
ng Yan let out a muffled, primal sound against Shen Yu’s length. The pressure from Lixue forced her deeper than she had ever gone, her throat stretching to its absolute limit. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensation of being simultaneously claid by her Lord and guided by her Sister.
"That’s it, Yan’er," Shen Yu growled, his golden eyes flashing as he felt the desperate, involuntary ripples of her throat muscles. "Show Lixue how well you can take it."
Gulk... Gluck... Gluck-nnn...
Sothing shifted within ng Yan at his command. The composed Matriarch vanished, replaced by a woman possessed. She began to move frantically, her speed increasing until her movents beca a blur of desperation and devotion. The blowjob grew ssy and uninhibited, her hazel eyes reddening with effort as she strove to prove her worth to the man she served.
Slurp... Shlukk... Squelch...
Seeing the sheer intensity, Lixue’s heart fluttered. She removed her hand, her guiding touch replaced by Shen Yu’s own powerful grip on ng Yan’s hair. Lixue shifted to the side, her blue eyes wide and glazed as she watched the monstrous length of Shen Yu disappear entirely into the Matriarch’s mouth.
"Look at her... she’s taking all of you," Lixue whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and arousal. "She looks so beautiful when she’s struggling to breathe for you."
Shlick... Shlick... Splat...
Overwheld by the sight, Lixue’s hand drifted downward. She began to masturbate lewdly, watching the scene with a voyeur’s hunger. One finger, then two, then three, she worked herself faster and faster, her breathing becoming a series of ragged hitches.
"Yes... just like that," Lixue moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Take my Yu’er deeper. Let him scratch your throat... mark you with his heavenly essence. Ahhhh... Yu’er, just like that! Use her! Dominate her!"
Gluck-shlukk... Gluck... Shlukk...
The atmosphere in the master suite reached a suffocating fever pitch, the air thick with the scent of lunar frost and scorched musk
After several minutes of relentless, deep-throat worship, Shen Yu finally reached his limit. His hips bucked with sovereign force, releasing a heavy, pressurized torrent deep into ng Yan’s throat.
The Matriarch didn’t flinch; she leaned into the deluge with predatory hunger, her throat muscles working in rhythmic gulps as she swallowed every spurt of his potent essence as if it were the most precious celestial nectar in the world.
Splurt... Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...
At the exact mont Shen Yu climaxed, Lixue’s body finally shattered.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Squirt... Squelch...
Her back arched in a violent, picturesque spasm, one hand buried deep within her slick heat while the other pinched her nipple to the point of bruising pain. Her climax was so explosive that her juices spurted out in a frantic spray, coating both Shen Yu and ng Yan in her sweet, shimring heat.
The room fell into a heavy, panting silence, broken only by the sound of ng Yan’s final, audible swallow. She pulled back, her lips glistening and her chin stained with the evidence of her devotion. She looked at her trembling sister with a playful, predatory glint in her hazel eyes.
Pop...
"Lixue," ng Yan rasped, her voice husky and dripping with satisfaction. "You really are a bitch in heat. Don’t you have any sha?"
Lixue, still riding the high of her orgasm, snapped her eyes toward ng Yan instantly. "Hey! You’re the real bitch here, Sister Yan," she retorted, a mischievous pout forming on her flushed face. "You’re at an age where you could practically be Shen Yu’s mother, yet here you are, sucking his cock like a starved beast. Aren’t you the shaless one?"
ng Yan’s eyebrows shot up. "I am not shaless! You are shaless. What kind of wife lets her husband have his way with another woman and gets wet just watching the show?"
As the playful tension began to simr into a real debate, Shen Yu cut through the noise. He reached out, his powerful hands tangling in both their hair, and pulled them firmly against his thighs.
"Neither of you are shaless," he interrupted, his voice a low, commanding vibration that silenced them both. "The only truly shaless one here is ."
He paused, his golden eyes locking onto theirs with a dark, honest intensity. "Think about it. I have a beautiful fiancé, yet I claid a woman who could be my mother in years. Then, I didn’t stop there, I went and took my aunt’s assistant. And while I live this life of indulgence, I present myself to the city as an innocent, hardworking saint while I secretly plot to dismantle every clan that stands in my way."
He leaned in closer, his smirk returning. "Who in this world can be more shaless than ? I am a monster wearing a mask of righteousness."
His hands tightened slightly on their heads, guiding them back toward his cooling length. "So, don’t waste your breath on complications. Don’t worry about who is shaless. I take that title for myself. Now..."
His voice dropped into a dark, commanding purr. "Give the best blowjob you two are capable of. Show how the Phoenix and the Sword compete."
Driven by his absolute command, Lixue and ng Yan converged upon him with a renewed, frantic hunger. The playful bickering of monts ago vanished, replaced by a desperate, silent competition to prove their devotion. They moved in perfect, mirrored synchronicity, their auras, the sharp, cold steel of the Sword and the frigid, silver frost of the Lunar Phoenix, rging into a single, intoxicating cloud of Yin energy that swirled around Shen Yu’s lap.
Lixue focused on the right, her soft, expert lips creating a tight, wet seal as she rhythmically stroked the sensitive length. Opposite her, ng Yan claid the left, her tongue tracing the prominent veins with a Matriarch’s ticulous care. Their tongues danced and collided in the middle, tasting each other as they worked, turning the act into a collaborative worship of his sovereign power.
Mlem... Shlukk... Shlukk...
As the heat rose, they grew bolder, shedding the last vestiges of restraint. ng Yan, driven by the awakening of her mature desires, dove deep, her throat opening wide to swallow his entire length in one smooth, practiced motion.
GLUCK...
While she was buried to the hilt, Lixue shifted her focus downward. She cupped his heavy balls in her delicate hands, taking one, then both, into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them with a lewd intensity that drew a sharp, guttural growl from Shen Yu’s chest.
Slurp... Gulk...
They began to rotate their duties with the precision of high-level cultivators. When ng Yan pulled back, gasping and glistening, Lixue would instantly dive in to take her place, ensuring that not a single second passed without his cock being encased in wet, pulsing warmth. They exchanged positions seamlessly, tongues flickering over the tip, lips tugging at the base, and fingers roaming over his thighs.
Shlukk... Shlukk... Slurp...
They were no longer two separate won with conflicting ranks or ages; they had beco a singular, devoted force. In the flickering amber light, their tangled hair, black and dark erald, blended together, a visual testant to their submission.
Slurp... Squelch... Shlukk...
Every wet slurping sound and muffled moan was a tribute to the man who had claid them, their eyes constantly flicking upward to et his golden gaze, searching for the slightest hint of approval from their shaless Lord.
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