The command hit them like a physical blow.
"On your knees," Tianmo repeated, his voice dropping an octave, the spiritual pressure in the room spiking just enough to make the air feel heavy and viscous.
Madam Lin's legs gave out instantly. She sank to the floor, the red silk dress bunching around her waist, her upper body completely bare. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with her shallow breaths, the pale skin flushed a deep, enticing pink. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, a dark, throbbing heat was building between her legs, dampening the fabric beneath her.
Ruyan moved with more grace, lowering herself smoothly until her knees touched the wooden floor. She kept her head bowed, but her eyes were fixed on Madam Lin, her gaze sharp and predatory.
Tianmo walked slowly around them, like a wolf inspecting its prey. He stopped in front of Madam Lin, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tilting her head back roughly.
"Open," he ordered.
Madam Lin parted her jade lips, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears. She didn't resist. She couldn't.
Tianmo leaned down, his face hovering inches from hers. He didn't kiss her. Instead, he let a string of saliva drip from his mouth, landing directly on her tongue.
It was degrading. It was filthy.
"Swallow," he commanded.
Madam Lin closed her mouth, the taste of him—quite sweet, quite salty, and more muggy—coating her tongue, the action sending a jolt of submissive pleasure straight to her soul.
Madam Lin swallowed convulsively, the thick liquid sliding down her throat like molten fire. Her body shuddered, a mix of humiliation and a dark guilty bliss, rising heat that she couldn't deny. The taste of him seemed to seep directly into her bloodstream, making her head spin and her core throb with a needy ache.
"Good," Tianmo nodded, releasing her hair. He turned his attention to Ruyan, who knelt perfectly still, her breathing controlled, though her pupils were dilated. "You. Do the same. But more."
Ruyan didn't hesitate. She crawled forward, her movements fast and hurried yet elegant, until she was on her knees in front of Tianmo. She tilted her head back, her pink tongue extended, her eyes fixed on his lips.
Tianmo smirked. He spat a thick wad of saliva directly into her mouth, the white glob landing on her tongue with an obscene splat.
"Show me," he commanded.
Ruyan closed her mouth, her cheeks bulging slightly with the saliva. She moved her jaw, working her tongue, and then opened her mouth again, showing that it was clean.
"Good girl!" Tianmo patted her head.
Afterwards, he stepped back, his gaze sweeping over them like a king surveying his conquests.
"Crawl," he commanded, pointing to the large bed in the center of the room. "To the bed. Now."
Madam Lin's breath stuck. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her old life, the dignity of the Madam, the respect of the business owner, flaring up in a final, futile protest. But one look at Tianmo's cold, golden eyes extinguished that rebellion instantly.
She lowered herself onto her hands and knees. The red silk dress was still bunched around her waist, leaving her buttocks exposed to the cool air. She began to crawl, the movement awkward and humiliating. Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her with every movement, brushing against the wooden floor.
Ruyan moved with ease but she still carried a divine feminine grace. She crawled like a feline, her back arched, her movements silent and elegant. She reached the bed first, sitting back on her heels and waiting, her eyes downcast.
Madam Lin reached the edge of the bed a moment later, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt a hand on her hair.
"Up," Ruyan said, her voice devoid of warmth. She grabbed Madam Lin's arm and helped her onto the bed, positioning her in the center.
Tianmo approached the bed, shedding his robes as he walked. His body was a sculpture of lean muscle and pale skin, the faint unhealed scars of his cultivation adding to his dangerous allure.
Tianmo climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He loomed over them, a predator admiring his catch. The dim light of the room cast long shadows across his form, accentuating the definition of his muscles and the imposing length of his manhood.
Firstly, Tianmo reached out, his hand tangling in Ruyan's hair, and pulled her close. He didn't kiss her lips; instead, he captured her neck. His mouth was hot, his teeth sharp as they grazed the sensitive skin over her pulse point.
Ruyan gasped, her head falling back, exposing more of her throat to him. "Master..."
He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a possessive red mark. A claim. He soothed the sting with his tongue, licking a wet stripe up to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and tugging.
"Hnnngggg"
Ruyan shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging in.
He released Ruyan, leaving her breathless and trembling, her neck glistening with the wet trail of his mark. Without a moment's pause, his gaze shifted to the woman shivering beside her.
"Your turn," Tianmo growled, grabbing Madam Lin by the waist and pulling her flush against his chest.
Madam Lin gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against his pectorals to steady herself. She was older, her body softer and more curved than Ruyan's lithe form, and the contrast was intoxicating.
Tianmo didn't give her time to adjust. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply—the scent of fear, arousal, and the lavender soap she had used. He opened his mouth and bit down on the sensitive cord of muscle connecting her shoulder to her neck.
"Aaaah!" Madam Lin cried out, her back arching involuntarily. The pain was sharp, immediate, followed by a flood of heat that rushed down to her pussy. "Master... it hurts..."
"Good," Tianmo murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her chest. He didn't let go. He bit her again, lower this time, on the slope of her breast, leaving a ring of teeth marks that would surely bruise by morning.
He alternated between them, a beast feasting on two prey. One moment he was sucking on Ruyan's collarbone, leaving a dark purple hickey that stood out starkly against her pale skin; the next, he was licking the shell of Madam Lin's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Kiss me," he commanded Ruyan, pulling her face close to his.
Ruyan didn't hesitate. She pressed her lips to his, her mouth opening instantly to grant him access. Their tongues met in a wet, messy clash. Tianmo dominated the kiss completely, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. He sucked on her tongue, pulling it into his mouth, drinking her saliva as if it were the finest nectar.
"Mmmm... Hmmm..." Ruyan moaned into his mouth, her eyes rolling back. The taste of him, the sheer dominance of his kiss, made her head spin. She could feel the Yin energy in her body reacting, surging to meet his Yang.
He broke the kiss, a thick string of saliva connecting their lips before snapping. Ruyan panted, her lips swollen and red, her eyes glazed with lust.
"Madam Lin," Tianmo said, turning his attention back to the mature Lin. "Open."
Madam Lin obeyed, parting her lips. Tianmo leaned in and kissed her, but it was different from Ruyan's kiss. This was rougher, more demanding. He forced his tongue deep into her throat, making her gag slightly. He explored her mouth aggressively, his hand coming up to grip her jaw, holding her in place as he devoured her.
He pulled back, a trail of spit dripping from Madam Lin's chin onto her chest. She looked dazed, her eyes unfocused, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Disgusting," Tianmo muttered, though the glint in his eyes said otherwise. He wiped the saliva from her chin with his thumb and smeared it across her lips. "But you taste like desperation. I like it."
He pushed them both down onto the mattress. Ruyan landed on her back, her hair fanning out around her like a dark halo. Madam Lin fell beside her, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed.
"Legs open," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the mattress. "Show me what belongs to me."
The two women moved instantly, conditioned by obedience and the overwhelming aura he exuded.
Ruyan shifted first, lying back against the pillows. She drew her knees up and slowly parted her thighs, the movement fluid and practiced. As her legs spread, the delicate folds of her womanhood were revealed, glistening with the slick evidence of her arousal. It was a breathtaking sight, a pristine landscape of pale flesh and pink petals, already dewy and trembling in anticipation.
Madam Lin hesitated, her modesty warring with the command. But the weight of Tianmo's gaze was absolute. She swallowed hard, her face burning with a deep, mortified blush. Slowly, she drew her legs apart, exposing herself to his hungry eyes.
Her flower was different from Ruyan's. It was fuller, the lips bright and more swollen, framed by the soft curls of her womanhood. As she opened herself, the inner petals unfurled like a velvet rose blooming under the moonlight, weeping with clear, viscous nectar that caught the light in shimmering droplets.
The scent of her musk filled the air—a richer, earthier aroma compared to Ruyan's lighter floral scent.
"Beautiful," Tianmo murmured, his eyes roaming over the feast laid out before him. He reached out, his hand hovering between them. "Both of you, use your fingers. Pull them open. I want to see everything."
Ruyan didn't blink. She slid her hands down her thighs, her fingers digging into the soft skin, and pulled her outer labia apart. The entrance to her canal clenched rhythmically, the tiny hole pulsing as if beckoning him inside. Her clit stood erect, a pearl of pink begging for attention.
Madam Lin's hands trembled as they moved to obey. She hooked her fingers under the folds of her sex and pulled back, revealing the deep, wet heat of her core. The pink flesh was slick and glossy, her entrance fluttering nervously. She felt utterly exposed, her most private place laid bare for his inspection, but the throbbing heat between her legs betrayed her true feelings.
Tianmo leaned down, bringing his face close to Ruyan's exposed center first. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her Yin energy intoxicating. He stuck out his tongue and took a slow, deliberate lick from her perineum all the way up to her clit.
"Aaaah!" Ruyan gasped, her back arching off the bed, her hands tangling in the sheets. The sensation was electric, a bolt of pure pleasure shooting up her spine.
Tianmo didn't stop. He attacked her clit with his tongue, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly, then sucking it into his mouth, grazing it gently with his teeth.
"Haaah... Master... too much... it's too good!" Ruyan cried out, her voice breaking. Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding her pussy against his face, seeking more friction.
He ate her with a ferocious hunger, his tongue delving into her entrance, fucking her with the wet muscle, tasting her essence. The sounds of his slurping and her moans filled the room, a lewd symphony of flesh and desire.
Just as Ruyan's breathing began to hitch, signaling her approaching peak, Tianmo pulled away.
Ruyan whimpered at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing, twitching in the cold air. "Master... please..."
Tianmo ignored her plea and turned his attention to Madam Lin. "Grab my cock and guide it inside her."
Madam Lin froze for a heartbeat, her mind struggling to process the command amidst the haze of lust and humiliation. Guide him? Into another woman? The depravity of it sent a shockwave through her system, a dark thrill that made her pussy clench around empty air.
"Y-Yes, Master," she stammered, her voice thick with desire.
She reached out, her hand trembling as it wrapped around the thick, heated shaft of Tianmo's manhood. It felt like holding a rod of molten iron, the veins pulsing against her palm, the skin velvety soft yet rock hard. She marveled at the weight of it, the sheer life force throbbing in her grip.
Tianmo groaned softly at her touch, his hips jerking forward slightly. "Don't make me wait."
Madam Lin swallowed hard. She shifted on the bed, positioning herself closer to Ruyan's spread thighs. She could see the glistening wetness of the younger woman's folds, the way the pink petals twitched in anticipation.
With a firm grip on Tianmo's cock, Madam Lin pulled him forward, guiding the angry, swollen head toward Ruyan's weeping entrance. She rubbed the tip up and down Ruyan's slit, coating it in the abundant juices, the friction making both women gasp.
"Please," Ruyan whimpered, her eyes rolling back, her hands gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. "Put it in... I need it..."
Madam Lin aligned the massive head with the small, fluttering hole. She looked up at Tianmo, her eyes filled with a mixture of submission and a strange, dark excitement.
"She is ready, Master," she uttered feeling ashamed. It felt wonderful truth be told.
Tianmo didn't wait. He thrust his hips forward.
"Aaaaaah!"
Ruyan cried out, her back arching into a perfect bow as the thick head breached her entrance. The stretch was intense, a burning sensation of being filled to the brim, stretched beyond her limits. Tianmo didn't stop; he pushed deeper, inch by inch, burying himself in her tight, wet heat.
Madam Lin watched, mesmerized, as Tianmo's length disappeared into Ruyan's body. She kept her hand wrapped around the base, feeling the vibrations of the penetration, the slick heat of Ruyan's juices coating her fingers. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.
When Tianmo was finally hilted, his pelvic bone pressing against Ruyan's clit, he paused. He looked down at Ruyan, whose face was contorted in a mask of pleasure and pain, her chest rising and falling, her skin flushed a deep pink.
"Master..." Ruyan gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "So full... you're splitting me open..."
"Good," Tianmo growled. He grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs back until her knees were almost touching her shoulders, folding her in half."
He pulled back slowly, the thick length of his shaft dragging against Ruyan's sensitive inner walls, every ridge and vein stimulating the nerve endings that lined her tight channel. The friction was agonizingly exquisite, a slow burn that made her toes curl.
Then, he snapped his hips forward.
"Aaaah!! Haaaah!"
Ruyan's cry was sharp and high-pitched, her body jerking violently as he impaled her once more. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, a wet, rhythmic thwack that signaled the start of a relentless storm.
Tianmo set a brutal pace. He didn't merely make love; he conquered. A man is born to conquer the world.
He withdrew until only the head remained inside her clutching entrance, then drove forward with the force of a battering ram, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion.
Madam Lin knelt beside them, her eyes wide and unblinking, unable to look away.
She watched Tianmo's glistening cock piston in and out of Ruyan's stretched pussy, the pink folds clinging to him desperately as if trying to keep him inside, only to be forced open again with every thrust. The sight was hypnotic, a raw display of masculine dominance that made her own core throb with an empty ache.
"Look at her," Tianmo grunted, not breaking his rhythm. He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto Madam Lin. "Look at how she takes me. This is what a woman is meant for."
"Y-Yes, Master," Madam Lin stammered, her voice trembling. She could see the way Ruyan's juices coated his shaft, frothing into a white cream at the base. The scent of sex was overwhelming, thick and musky, filling her lungs and making her head spin.
"Ah, ah, ahhhhh... Nnnnghhh" Ruyan's moans were broken, staccato gasps that matched the relentless rhythm of Tianmo's thrusts. Her body was a puppet to his will, her limbs trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built to a crescendo.
Crick! Crack!
The bed frame creaked in protest, the sound mixing with the wet slapping of flesh and the ragged breathing of the three occupants.
Tianmo's grip on her ankles tightened like iron vices, folding her nearly in half. The angle allowed him to penetrate deeper, striking the entrance to her womb with every powerful lunge.
The sensation was overwhelming for Ruyan, a mix of sharp, stinging pain and blinding ecstasy that short-circuited her thoughts.
"Master! I... I can't! It's too deeppppp! Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" she cried out, her eyes rolling back, her tongue lolling out as drool escaped the corner of her mouth.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Tianmo ignored her desperate pleas, his pace unrelenting. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed through the room, a lewd percussion to Ruyan's broken cries. He watched her face contort in pleasure, her eyes rolling back, her tongue lolling out as she lost herself to the sensation of being utterly dominated.
He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, the soft, velvety flesh rippling in a desperate attempt to milk him dry. It was a sensation that bordered on heavenly, the friction of her tight channel sending jolts of electricity up his spine.
"Master! I'm... I'm going to... Ahhhhh!" Ruyan's back arched violently, her toes curling so tight they cramped. Her body seized up, her muscles locking as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her.
Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, the rhythmic spasms milking his shaft, trying to drag him deeper into her womb. A flood of hot, clear fluid gushed from her, coating his pelvis and the sheets beneath them in a slick sheen of essence.
Tianmo groaned, the sensation of her cumming pushing him closer to the edge. But he wasn't done with her yet. He didn't stop. He rode out her climax, his thrusts becoming shallower, faster, grinding against her oversensitive clit.
"Too much! Master, please! It's too sensitive!" Ruyan sobbed, her hands weakly pushing against his thighs, her body twitching with every thrust. The pleasure was bordering on torture, her nerves firing wildly, unable to process the overload of sensation.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, the salty trails running down her temples into her hairline.
Tianmo leaned down, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss. He swallowed her cries, his tongue dominating her mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips. The kiss was messy, desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues that tasted of blood and saliva.
He broke the kiss, his eyes wild with lust. "You are mine," he growled, his voice a dark rumble. "You exist to please me. Do you understand?"
"Yes! Yes, Master! I am yours!" Ruyan sobbed, her body limp, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of pleasure and submission. "Please... use me as you wish."
"I am going to cum... Take it all."
Tianmo's hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside Ruyan's convulsing heat. With a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, he released his load.
Throb! Throb! Throb!
Rope after rope of thick, scorching hot semen erupted from him, painting the inside of her womb. The sensation was overwhelming for Ruyan; her eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she felt the sheer volume of his essence flooding her. It was like a molten tide, filling every crevice, stretching her until she felt she might burst from the sheer pressure.
The Immortal Dantian's energy mixed with his seed, turning it into a potent elixir of pure Yang. Ruyan's belly distended slightly, the physical manifestation of his claim on her.
"Aaaaaah... Haaaaah..." Ruyan collapsed back onto the bed, her body twitching uncontrollably in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her pussy continued to spasm around him, milking the last drops of cum from his manhood, unwilling to let go.
Tianmo stayed inside her for a long moment, enjoying the heat and the rhythmic pulsing of her walls. He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the humid air.
"Good girl," he said, his voice husky. "You took it all..."
He slowly pulled out.
Schlick!
A thick, viscous mixture of his seed and her juices flowed out of her, pooling on the sheets beneath her in a lewd display. Ruyan whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and achingly sensitive.
Tianmo sat up, his chest heaving slightly, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He turned his gaze to Madam Lin, who had been kneeling frozen beside them the entire time, her eyes wide and unblinking, her face flushed a deep crimson.
She had watched everything. She had seen the raw power, the absolute dominance, the way Ruyan had been broken and remade by his touch. And now, as Tianmo's eyes locked onto hers, she felt a thrill of fear shoot down her spine, accompanied immediately by a gush of wetness between her legs.
"Clean it," Tianmo commanded, gesturing to his erect cock, which was coated in a thick sheen of white and clear fluids.
Madam Lin didn't hesitate. She scrambled forward, her movements clumsy with urgency. She leaned over him, her hair cascading down like a dark curtain, and took him into her mouth.
The taste was musky, tangy, and gilly, a potent blend of their essences. She moaned softly, the vibration sending a jolt through Tianmo's sensitive nerves. She used her tongue to clean every inch, licking the shaft, the head, and even his heavy sack, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.
"Mmmm... Slurp..."
She worked diligently, her mouth warm and wet. As she cleaned him.
"Enough," Tianmo said after a moment, pushing her head away gently.
Madam Lin sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with devotion and lust.
"Your turn," Tianmo said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Get on your hands and knees. Face the headboard."
Madam Lin's heart skipped a beat. She obeyed instantly, turning around and positioning herself on all fours.
She arched her back, sticking her buttocks out in offering, her face buried in the pillows to hide her shame. The position left her completely exposed, her dripping pussy and her tight rear hole on full display.