"Mmm… so good…"
Pretending to sleep, Empress Liu Yixue felt Tang Yin teasing her snowy valley, her expression growing intoxicated.
His fingers alone—caressing, kneading, stroking, and plucking—brought her to the brink.
Her white tiger was moments away from drenching his hand.
"Hah…!"
A convulsive shudder tore through her. She clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her cry.
Below, her tiger had already begun gushing its nectar, soaking Tang Yin's fingers.
Tang Yin stared in disbelief at the ravishing empress.
How could she flood like this from mere teasing?
Just how starved was this creature?
"Your Majesty," he whispered darkly, fingers still working her folds, "shall I make your tiger spill even more?"
As he spoke, his free hand slipped beneath her robes, baring her trembling body. When his palm closed over her swollen breasts, kneading their ache, she gasped.
Meanwhile, Tang Yin's thick arousal pressed against her thigh—hard, insistent.
"So… monstrous…" Liu Yixue shuddered, equal parts fear and hunger coiling in her belly. She wanted it—wanted to sink her heat around that pillar and let it wreck her.
While Tang Yin drove the empress deeper toward delirium, milking her tiger's sweet torrent…
Outside Moon Pavilion
A lavish carriage arrived. Within sat none other than Xue Ye, Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire.
He'd come for Tang Yuehua—the woman he craved to make his concubine.
He had no idea his empress was currently on the fifth floor.
Her white tiger being ravaged.
Soon to be stir-fried raw by Tang Yin.
"The Emperor!" Guards scrambled to announce him.
Fifth Floor
Tang Yuehua paled at the news. Liu Yixue and Tang Yin were still entangled in the back chamber!
If Xue Ye discovered them…
She rushed downstairs to intercept him.
Too late.
Xue Ye strode into the pavilion, beaming at Tang Yuehua. "You needn't greet me, beloved."
"I am but a commoner before Your Majesty," she demurred, signaling servants away. "What brings you here?"
His gaze smoldered. "You know why."
As she prepared to refuse, he cut in: "Enough. Brew me tea—I've missed your skill."
He mounted the stairs. Tang Yuehua followed, pulse racing. Please don't let her scream like in the dream…
Xue Ye entered the tearoom, oblivious. "Why hesitate?" he asked, settling at the table.
Tang Yuehua glanced toward the back chamber. "N-nothing." She began preparing tea, praying he'd grow drowsy—and deaf to the sounds beyond the wall.
Back Chamber
Tang Yin suddenly stilled his fingers, listening.
"Why stop?!" Liu Yixue writhed, desperate. The loss of pleasure was agony.
"Your husband," Tang Yin murmured. "He's here."
Liu Yixue froze.
Xue Ye? Outside?
Impossible…
Her eyes dropped to Tang Yin's throbbing shaft, glistening with her own wetness.
Hunger overrode reason.
With a whimper, she lunged—
and devoured him hungrily.