The grand, sound-dampened bedchamber was entirely submerged in a thick, heavy silence, broken only by the ragged, uneven sounds of exhausted breathing. The sprawling mattress, once a pristine expanse of expensive silk, was now a completely ruined battlefield of tangled sheets, soaked through with sweat, clear feminine fluids, and copious amounts of thick white seed.
Empress Zhu Leihua lay completely flat on her back amidst the damp, ruined linens. Her long, dark hair was a wild, matted mess spread across the pillows, and her incredibly voluptuous body trembled with the intense, lingering aftershocks of countless, violent orgasms. For half a day, she had been subjected to a relentless, physically devastating marathon of pure, unadulterated sexual conquest. She had cast away her imperial dignity, her pride, and her very identity, openly weeping and begging like a starving animal for the massive, thick cock of the unknown man who had abducted her.
He had not shown her a single ounce of mercy. He had taken her in every conceivable position, flipping her heavy, curvaceous body around the bed with terrifying ease, stretching her tight, dripping wet passage until her mind had completely blanked into a state of pure, mindless euphoria.
Now, as the intense physical exertion finally came to a halt, the thick, heavy fog of absolute lust that had clouded her spiritual sea began to slowly, inevitably recede.
Zhu Leihua took a deep, shuddering breath, the cool air of the chamber rushing into her burning lungs. She could feel the heavy, warm weight of his vital essence pooling deep within her womb, a stark, undeniable physical reminder of her complete and utter submission. A steady, humiliating trickle of his seed leaked slowly from her swollen, overused entrance, sliding down the curve of her plush buttocks to stain the mattress beneath her.
As her heart rate began to settle, the sharp, biting clarity of her situation returned to her mind. The proud, haughty persona of the Empress of the Star Luo Empire, which had been thoroughly crushed and beaten into submission by the sheer size and stamina of her conqueror, slowly began to piece itself back together in the quiet aftermath.
She lay there, her massive breasts heaving heavily with every breath, and she remembered exactly what had transpired. She remembered the filthy, degrading words that had spilled from her own lips. She remembered actively grinding her wide hips against him, desperate for deeper penetration. She had willingly, eagerly declared herself to be his dirty, desperate slut.
A profound, sickening wave of shame washed over her, twisting her stomach into tight knots.
'I broke,' Zhu Leihua thought, her fingernails biting deeply into the palms of her hands. 'I completely fell apart. I begged a man whose face I have not even seen to ruin me. I abandoned my husband, my children, and my empire just to feel his massive cock stretching my walls. What sort of depraved woman have I become?'
Her imperial pride, a lifelong construct forged in the cutthroat political arenas of the Star Luo court, screamed in furious protest. She did not want to be the hidden, captive slut of this unknown man. She was a ruler, a woman accustomed to commanding armies and dictating the fates of millions. The thought of spending the rest of her existence locked in this dark room, reduced to nothing more than a warm, wet hole for him to empty his lust into, was a terrifying, deeply humiliating prospect.
Yet, as she lay there cursing her own weakness, a dark, undeniable truth pulsed heavily between her thighs.
Her body had been entirely, fundamentally conquered. The intense, agonizing days of physical withdrawal had rewired her nervous system completely. The sheer, earth-shattering pleasure she had experienced over the last half-day was something she had never, in her wildest fantasies, thought possible. The massive girth of his cock, the masterful, dominant way his calloused hands possessed her curves, and the terrifying, bottomless depth of his stamina had ruined her for any other man.
'I hate him for reducing me to this,' Zhu Leihua admitted in the dark confines of her own mind, a single tear escaping from beneath the durable silken blindfold covering her eyes. 'I hate him for breaking my spirit. But... if he were to walk out that door and never return, I should likely go completely mad from the emptiness. I know my own flesh now. I should not be able to resist wanting his heavy cock driving into me a few days later. The addiction is absolute. He has poisoned me with pleasure.'
She turned her head slightly on the pillows, the silken material of her blindfold rubbing softly against her skin. The sensory deprivation, which had once been a source of sheer terror, was now a source of intense, burning frustration. She had surrendered her body, her pride, and her loyalty to this man, yet she remained entirely trapped in a world of absolute darkness.
She reached her right hand out slowly across the ruined mattress. Her trembling fingers brushed against the warm, solid expanse of his thigh. She trailed her hand upward, feeling the dense, rock-hard musculature of his abdomen and the broad, powerful planes of his chest. Based on the tactile sensations she had gathered over the past week of intense physical contact, she knew without a doubt that this was a man possessing an incredibly toned, terrifyingly strong physical body.
But she needed more. She needed to anchor this overwhelming, dominating presence to a face. She didn't know if he was a handsome, striking man or a scarred, monstrous brute, but at this point, she felt she could accept whatever reality awaited her. She just desperately needed to see the entity who had claimed absolute ownership over her existence.
Zhu Leihua took a slow, steadying breath, trying to summon a shred of her former imperial composure.
"Master," Zhu Leihua spoke aloud, her voice sounding raspy and weak from hours of screaming, yet carrying a firm, undeniable resolve. "Take this thing off my eyes."
The heavy, rhythmic breathing of the man beside her paused for a fraction of a second.
"Take it off," Zhu Leihua repeated, her fingers curling slightly against his muscular chest. "I have given you everything you demanded. I have surrendered my pride. I have given you my body. I want to see the man who has been fucking me. I want to see the man who has conquered my mind."
A low, deep rumble of dark amusement vibrated through the broad chest beneath her hand. Zhang Tian shifted his weight on the mattress, turning slightly toward her. He reached out, his large, calloused fingers lightly tracing the edge of the silken blindfold resting against her cheekbone, but he made no move to untie the complex knot at the back of her head.
"You wish to see the light, Empress?" Zhang Tian asked casually, his smooth, commanding voice filling the quiet chamber.
"Yes," Zhu Leihua insisted, her jaw setting stubbornly. "I have earned that much. Remove it."
Zhang Tian let out a soft, entertained chuckle, the sound dripping with a wicked, predatory intelligence. He slowly withdrew his hand from her face, resting his arm across his own stomach.
"Removing that silken blindfold from your eyes could be considered an incredibly easy thing, Leihua," Zhang Tian stated, his tone relaxed and conversational, entirely devoid of any urgency. "Or, depending entirely upon your own disposition, it could be considered a profoundly difficult, perhaps even impossible, thing."
Zhu Leihua frowned deeply beneath the silk, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What kind of twisted game are you playing now? It is a simple Spirit Tool. Just remove it. There is no need for further torment."
"It is never simply a Spirit Tool, my dear slut," Zhang Tian corrected her smoothly, shifting his position so he was sitting up against the heavy wooden headboard of the bed. He looked down at her beautiful, flushed face, thoroughly enjoying the complete, helpless vulnerability of the captive sovereign. "It is a matter of absolute, unwavering commitment. You have surrendered your body to me today, yes. You begged for my cock beautifully. But your mind still clings to the fragile, useless illusion of your past life. You still think of yourself as the wife of Emperor Dai Tianxiong."
Zhu Leihua flinched at the mention of her husband's name. The sheer guilt and the overwhelming shame of her betrayal flared sharply in her chest, but she remained silent, waiting for him to explain his terms.
"So, we shall play a game of choice," Zhang Tian proposed, his voice dropping to a dark, husky register that sent an involuntary shiver of heat straight down her spine. "I will outline the exact conditions for your sight. Listen very carefully."
He reached over to the small, ornate wooden table resting near his side of the bed. Zhu Leihua heard the faint, distinct clinking sound of polished jade.
"I currently hold your personal Communication Spirit Tool in my hand," Zhang Tian revealed casually. "The artifact you use to maintain contact with the Imperial Palace."
Zhu Leihua's breath caught in her throat. Her heart began to hammer a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs. What was he planning to do with that?
"Here is the choice I am offering you, Leihua," Zhang Tian continued, his tone methodical and utterly ruthless. "If you truly wish for me to remove this blindfold and allow you to see your master's face, you must prove that you have entirely severed your ties to your previous life. I will use this Communication Spirit Tool to place a direct call to your husband, Emperor Dai Tianxiong."
Zhu Leihua gasped loudly, her hands flying up to cover her mouth in sheer, unadulterated horror.
"When he answers the call," Zhang Tian's voice turned incredibly dark and demanding, "I am going to throw you onto your stomach. I am going to bury my massive cock deep inside your tight pussy, and we are going to have incredibly hot, violent sex. And while I am stretching your walls, you are going to let your husband hear you. You are going to moan loudly. You are going to speak to him. You will let him hear exactly how much you love being fucked by another man. You will let him know that his cock is pathetic compared to mine."
"No!" Zhu Leihua shrieked, her entire body trembling violently with absolute panic. She scrambled backward on the mattress, her hands pushing against his chest. "You cannot do that! Are you completely insane?! That is pure madness! He will... he will go completely mad!"
"That is the entire point, Empress," Zhang Tian chuckled darkly, easily catching her wrists in one large hand and pinning them effortlessly to her stomach, halting her frantic retreat. "Once that call is completed, once you have verbally humiliated the Emperor of the Star Luo Empire and fully embraced your status as my devoted slut, I will reach behind your head and remove the blindfold. You will have your sight back. You will be free from the darkness."
Zhu Leihua shook her head frantically from side to side, tears of sheer terror leaking from beneath the edges of the silk. The sheer, unprecedented cruelty of the ultimatum was staggering. It was not just a betrayal of her marriage vows; it was the total, apocalyptic destruction of her entire reputation, her family's honor, and the dignity of the Imperial Throne.
"I cannot do that," Zhu Leihua sobbed, her chest heaving with desperate, ragged breaths. "Please, Master, I beg of you, do not force me to do this. Ask anything else of me. I will do whatever you want in this room. But please, do not bring my husband into this. The humiliation would destroy all my prestige."
"I am not forcing you to do anything, Leihua," Zhang Tian replied calmly, his voice remaining perfectly level, entirely unaffected by her desperate tears. "I explicitly stated that this is a choice. It is entirely up to you."
He released her wrists, leaning back against the headboard comfortably. "If you decide that you cannot bear to break your poor husband's heart, if you choose to protect his fragile pride over your own desires, that is perfectly acceptable. But understand the consequences of that choice. If you refuse the call, I will not free you from the dark."
His voice dropped into a chilling, promises-filled murmur. "If you choose him, I will keep this silken blindfold securely tied across your eyes for the rest of your natural life. You will never see my face. You will never see the walls of your cage. You will remain in absolute darkness, and I will continue to fuck you, use your body, and play all sorts of sick, degrading games with you whenever I please."
Zhu Leihua squeezed her eyes shut beneath the blindfold, a cold, heavy knot of pure dread settling deep within her stomach. The weight of the two options crashed down upon her shoulders, crushing the breath from her lungs.
"There is one more thing you must understand before you make your decision," Zhang Tian added casually, tossing the jade Communication Spirit Tool lightly in the air and catching it. "Regardless of which path you choose tonight, I will ensure that you do not lose your official position as the Empress of the Star Luo Empire."
Zhu Leihua's brow furrowed in profound confusion. "What? How is that even possible? If I do this... if he hears me..."
"It is possible because I am powerful enough to dictate reality," Zhang Tian interrupted smoothly. "Your title and your official status as the Empress are highly useful tools for me. I have no intention of letting Dai Tianxiong strip you of your crown simply because you spread your legs for a better man. Whether you remain blindfolded in the dark or openly accept your role as my slut, you will retain your imperial title."
Zhu Leihua gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached. The sheer, terrifying arrogance radiating from his words was overwhelming. He spoke of manipulating the Emperor of a massive, militant nation as if he were simply arranging pieces on a chessboard.
She felt completely cornered. She knew with absolute, undeniable certainty that both choices presented before her were paths she must permanently commit herself to. There was no middle ground. There was no negotiation left to be had.
Her brilliant, tactical mind, honed by decades of ruling alongside Dai Tianxiong, frantically analyzed the bleak landscape of her options.
'If I choose to protect Dai Tianxiong's pride and refuse this twisted game,' Zhu Leihua thought, her breathing turning shallow and rapid, 'this unknown monster should certainly keep his word. He should not free me. He should keep this silken blindfold tightly secured across my eyes until the day I die. I should be trapped in a permanent, terrifying void. He should likely fuck me, degrade me, and invent new, sick methods of torture to punish me for my defiance. I should lose my mind entirely within a few months.'
She shuddered violently at the prospect of an eternity spent in sensory deprivation, entirely at the mercy of his unpredictable, dominant lust.
She turned her thoughts to the alternative.
'But if I choose him,' Zhu Leihua reasoned, a fresh wave of tears soaking into the silk across her eyes. 'If I agree to his demands and he does call my husband... if he makes my husband hear that I am being brutally fucked and actually loving every single second of it... Dai Tianxiong should definitely fly into a murderous, uncontrollable fury. He is the Emperor. His pride is paramount. He should tear the continent apart trying to find me and this man to exact his bloody revenge.'
The political and martial consequences of that choice were apocalyptic.
'If the Star Luo Empire's intelligence network manages to track us down,' Zhu Leihua concluded, a cold sweat breaking out across her skin, 'if they discover this location and launch an assault with the Clear Sky Sect elders, our end really should not be pretty. We should be slaughtered.'
But even as the logical, strategic part of her brain highlighted the immense danger of angering the Emperor, another, far more primal voice whispered from the depths of her newly corrupted flesh.
'At least... I would be free from this suffocating blindfold,' the dark voice reasoned. 'I would finally be able to see the world around me. I might even regain some semblance of freedom within his domain. I could walk around, see the sunlight, perhaps even negotiate better living conditions. And...'
She swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together involuntarily as a fresh wave of dull, heavy heat throbbed within her empty passage.
'At this point, my body has been so thoroughly conquered by this unknown man's massive cock,' Zhu Leihua admitted to herself, the shameful truth burning in her mind. 'I know with absolute certainty that I should not be able to live without the intense, mind-shattering pleasure that only this man can provide to me. Dai Tianxiong's pathetic, rushed efforts should feel like absolute nothingness compared to the heavy, devastating weight of this master's thrusts.'
In the quiet depths of her heart, stripped of her imperial titles and her societal conditioning, she found herself entirely agreeing with the harsh, cynical statements her younger sister, Zhu Wanyue, had made a few days prior.
'Wanyue was absolutely right,' Zhu Leihua thought, a bitter, defeated sigh escaping her lips. 'The heiresses and the beautiful women born into our Zhu Family are truly nothing but high-priced commodities. We are polished, trained, and eventually sold off to the Imperial Family or to the arrogant heirs of the Main Branch to serve as breeding stock and political leverage. We are raised to be submissive to power. And deep down... hidden beneath our cold, aristocratic facades... we truly love to be aggressively dominated by men of genuine, peerless strength. We crave it to the point that we simply cannot resist a truly powerful man when he claims us.'
She had spent her entire life trying to be the strong, unyielding pillar of the Star Luo Empire, acting as the perfect, dignified Empress. But this unknown man had effortlessly shattered that pillar in a mere week, exposing the desperate, needy woman hiding beneath the gold and silk.
Zhang Tian watched the intense, silent struggle playing out across her beautiful, flushed features. He could see the exact moment her imperial pride fractured, giving way to the cold, pragmatic calculations of survival and the burning demands of her own lust.
He decided not to press her for an immediate answer. The psychological weight of the decision needed time to fully marinate within her spiritual sea.
"I have business to attend to in the other wing of the mansion," Zhang Tian stated casually, swinging his long, muscular legs over the side of the bed and standing up. "I will leave you to ponder your future, Empress. Consider your options very carefully."
He didn't wait for her to respond. He walked across the room, the heavy thud of his boots echoing loudly. The large wooden doors opened and shut with a solid, definitive click.
Zhu Leihua lay in the darkness, the sudden absence of his overwhelming, imposing aura leaving the room feeling strangely cold and empty.
A few moments later, the soft, rustling sound of silk moving across the floor alerted her to another presence in the chamber. She heard the faint splashing of water.
"Sit up, Sister," Zhu Wanyue spoke softly, her voice unusually calm and entirely devoid of its typical, mocking edge.
Zhu Leihua slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, crossing her arms defensively over her bare, heavy breasts. She felt the edge of the mattress dip slightly as Wanyue sat beside her.
A warm, incredibly soothing, damp cloth was gently pressed against her shoulder. Zhu Wanyue carefully and methodically began to wash the sweat, the dried fluids, and the heavy scent of sex from her elder sister's exhausted body.
"You are unusually quiet, Wanyue," Zhu Leihua murmured, wincing slightly as the warm cloth brushed over a particularly sensitive bruise on her hip.
"There is nothing more for me to say, Leihua," Zhu Wanyue replied, her tone hushed and respectful as she continued her diligent task. She dipped the cloth into the basin of warm, scented water, ringing it out softly. "Master has laid out the path before you. The choice is entirely your own. I cannot make it for you."
Zhu Leihua remained silent, allowing her younger sister to meticulously clean her skin. The gentle, caring touch was a stark contrast to the brutal, aggressive handling she had endured all day, yet it highlighted her complete vulnerability just the same. She was blind, naked, and entirely dependent on the goodwill of her captors.
After ensuring every inch of her body was clean, Zhu Wanyue retrieved a set of fresh clothing from a nearby wardrobe. She helped Zhu Leihua slip into a soft, sheer nightgown made of dark crimson silk. The fabric was incredibly smooth against her sensitive skin, though it offered absolutely no warmth or modesty.
"Rest now, Sister," Zhu Wanyue murmured, gently guiding Zhu Leihua back down onto a fresh set of pillows. "The night is long."
Zhu Wanyue picked up the basin of water and quietly exited the chamber, leaving her elder sister alone in the profound, suffocating darkness.
For the entirety of the long, silent night, Zhu Leihua lay wide awake, staring blankly up at the ceiling she could not see. Her mind turned the dreadful ultimatum over and over again, analyzing every possible angle, every potential consequence.
Despite the terrifying political ramifications and the profound, unforgivable betrayal it entailed, Zhu Leihua already knew the choice she should make. The primal, desperate craving within her flesh, coupled with the absolute, soul-crushing terror of spending the rest of her life trapped in this dark, sensory void, heavily outweighed her loyalty to a husband she had never truly loved.
She should choose the unknown man. She should choose her own pleasure and the faint, desperate hope of regaining her sight.
There was only a single, nagging bit of uncertainty lingering in the back of her mind, a cold sliver of doubt that refused to be silenced.
'If I do this... if I humiliate DAi Tianxiong on an open communication link,' Zhu Leihua pondered, nervously tangling her fingers in the soft crimson silk of her nightgown, 'can this unknown man truly keep me hidden from the furious, desperate search that the Star Luo Empire should inevitably launch? The entire military apparatus, the elite trackers of the Clear Sky Sect, and the Hidden Tiger Guards should scour every single inch of the continent to find me.'
She bit her lower lip, her heart fluttering with anxiety.
'Is this man truly strong enough to protect me from the combined might of the Star Luo Empire or that furious husband of mine if they eventually manage to find this place?' she wondered. 'If they breach these walls, I should be executed for high treason, and Wanyue should suffer the same fate.'
She desperately wanted to ask this critical question. She wanted to demand assurances of her safety from her younger sister or from the mysterious master himself.
But she didn't plan on asking.
Her sharp, political instincts, honed over years of ruling, warned her against displaying such weak, fearful hesitation. She knew that in the ruthless, brutal hierarchy she now found herself in, asking for guarantees of protection would only make her appear pathetic and unworthy of his continued interest. She must project a confident, willing submission.
'This must be the great gamble I have to make,' Zhu Leihua concluded, taking a deep, fortifying breath, trying to steady her erratic pulse. 'I have no other viable options left on the board.'
Besides, as she meticulously analyzed his previous statements, she found a solid, comforting thread of logic to cling to.
'He explicitly stated that he can ensure I will firmly retain my official title as the Empress of the Star Luo Empire, despite the public humiliation,' Zhu Leihua reasoned internally, her brilliant mind piecing the puzzle together in the dark. 'He plans to actively make use of my high status as an Empress in the future, likely for some grand, continental ambition. If he possesses the sheer, unmitigated arrogance to claim he can manipulate the Imperial Throne from the shadows, and if he intends to use me as his primary pawn, his personal strength and the backing of his hidden sect probably cannot be too bad.'
'He must be a monster of unparalleled power,' she admitted to herself, a strange, dirty thrill mixing with her lingering fear. 'A man who dares to casually provoke an Emperor and abduct his wife must possess the martial strength to back up his arrogance. I should place my bet on his massive strength.'
The decision was finalized. Her imperial pride was officially, permanently discarded, replaced by the dark, thrilling anticipation of total surrender.
As the faint, imperceptible light of the morning sun slowly began to filter through the heavy, velvet curtains of the bedchamber, warming the cool air slightly, Empress Zhu Leihua lay perfectly still upon the fresh silk sheets. Her body was thoroughly rested, the dull ache in her thighs serving as a pleasant, heavy reminder of her new status.
She waited in the quiet darkness, her tight, empty passage weeping slick fluids in eager anticipation, completely ready to voice her devastating choice the moment her master walked back through those heavy wooden doors.
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The next day… The heavy wooden doors of the grand bedchamber opened with a slow, deliberate creak that echoed loudly in the quiet, dim space.
Empress Zhu Leihua lay upon the tangled, ruined silk sheets, her body completely still, her heart hammering a frantic, heavy rhythm against her ribcage. The silken blindfold remained secured tightly across her eyes, leaving her in absolute darkness, but her other senses were heightened to a terrifying degree. She smelled the heavy, masculine musk entering the room, followed closely by the sweet, familiar floral scent of her younger sister, Zhu Wanyue.
Footsteps approached the edge of the massive bed.
Zhu Leihua did not shrink back. She did not attempt to cross her long legs or cover her bare, heavy breasts. She took a deep, shuddering breath, filling her lungs, and cast the absolute last remaining fragment of her imperial dignity into the abyss.
"Master," Zhu Leihua spoke, her voice ringing out clearly, entirely devoid of the trembling hesitation that had plagued her the previous night. She turned her blindfolded face toward the sound of his boots. "You can call that pathetic husband of mine right now. I have made my choice. I want you to call Dai Tianxiong. I will gladly let that weakling know that he has never, in our entire miserable marriage, been able to satisfy me."
A low, vibrating chuckle rumbled through the air right above her.
"A very wise decision, my beautiful slut," Zhang Tian praised her casually, his deep voice carrying a dark, deeply entertained satisfaction. "I knew your flesh would make the correct choice."
He did not waste another second on conversation. He stepped right up to the edge of the mattress. His large, calloused hands reached down, grabbing the delicate, dark crimson silk of the sheer nightgown Wanyue had dressed her in. With a single, violent, and savage pull, he ripped the expensive fabric entirely apart.
RIIIIIP!
The sharp sound of tearing silk echoed loudly. The nightgown fell away in useless tatters, completely exposing her massive, milky-white breasts and her wide, curvaceous hips to the cool air of the chamber.
Zhu Leihua gasped, her back arching instinctively off the mattress as the cool air hit her heated skin. She offered absolutely no resistance. Her mind had been entirely taken over by a rushing, overwhelming tide of pure lust. She did not plan to think any longer. The strategic calculations and political ramifications of the Star Luo Empire simply ceased to exist in her spiritual sea.
Zhang Tian climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread thighs. He leaned forward, his broad, heavily muscled chest pressing against her. His large hands aggressively grabbed her massive, heavy breasts, squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh punishingly hard. He kneaded the heavy globes, his thumbs ruthlessly pinching and rolling her stiff, dark pink nipples.
"Ahhhh! Yes!" Zhu Leihua cried out, her head tossing back against the pillows.
He didn't bother with any slow preparation. Her tight pussy was already incredibly slick, dripping with thick, clear fluids in desperate anticipation of being fucked by him. He unbuckled his dark trousers with swift, practiced movements, freeing his massive, heavily throbbing, rock-hard cock.
He aligned the blunt, weeping tip with her swollen entrance, gripped her wide hips firmly, and drove his hips forward with a brutal, running plunge. He buried himself to the hilt in one devastating motion.
SQUELCH!
"AHHHHHHH! HEAVENS! YES! MASTER!"
Zhu Leihua screamed at the absolute top of her lungs. The sudden, violent invasion of his massive girth felt like a localized explosion of pure, mind-shattering euphoria. Her long legs flew up instantly, wrapping tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back to lock him securely against her pelvis. Her inner walls clamped down furiously around his thick shaft, milking him with a desperate, starving strength.
He established a frantic, jackhammer rhythm immediately, pounding his thick cock deep into her womb with merciless, bone-rattling force.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The incredibly loud, sharp sounds of his pelvis repeatedly colliding with her plush, bare buttocks echoed like thunder across the chamber.
While Zhang Tian ruthlessly ravaged the Empress, Zhu Wanyue moved with quiet, thoughtful efficiency. The sexy, mature Duchess walked over to the ornate wooden table resting near the side of the bed. She picked up the sleek, polished jade slab—the Communication Spirit Tool belonging directly to Empress Zhu Leihua.
Zhu Wanyue tapped the glowing runes on the smooth surface and directly dialed the primary number of Emperor Dai Tianxiong.
She set the jade slab down on the edge of the mattress, right next to Zhu Leihua's thrashing head, ensuring the auditory reception was absolutely perfect.
Hundreds of miles away, deep within the heavily fortified, subterranean war room of the Imperial Palace in Star Luo City, Emperor Dai Tianxiong was currently standing over a massive tactical map, discussing troop deployments with his senior generals.
Suddenly, a sharp, urgent chiming sound erupted from the inner pocket of his heavy, golden armor.
Dai Tianxiong paused, his golden eyes narrowing. Only a select few individuals possessed the authority to reach him on that specific, personal artifact. He pulled the sleek jade slab from his pocket. His eyes widened in genuine shock when he saw the unique spiritual signature flashing across the screen.
It was the Empress's personal identifier.
A sudden, desperate wave of hope surged through the Emperor's chest. He quickly raised a hand, silencing the entire war room. The generals immediately stopped talking, standing at rigid attention.
'She is calling me,' Dai Tianxiong thought frantically, gripping the jade slab tightly. 'Leihua managed to secure her artifact. Perhaps she has escaped her captors, or she is secretly transmitting her exact location so we can launch a rescue operation to save her.'
He tapped the glowing rune to accept the connection, bringing the jade slab close to his ear.
"Leihua! Where are you?!" Dai Tianxiong demanded urgently, his deep voice filled with a mixture of imperial authority and genuine concern.
He waited for his Empress's plea for help, expecting rushed, terrified instructions or the muffled sounds of a desperate escape.
Instead, what greeted the Emperor of the Star Luo Empire was a cacophony of absolute, highly explicit filth.
SMACK! SMACK! SQUELCH!
"AHHHHH! YES! FUCK ME DEEPER! OH HEAVENS, IT IS SO BIG!"
Dai Tianxiong froze completely. His golden eyes widened to an impossible degree, his blood turning into freezing ice within his veins. It did not take a military genius to instantly recognize exactly what those wet, slapping noises and those loud, desperate shrieks were.
"Leihua...?" Dai Tianxiong breathed, his voice barely a croak, entirely unable to process the audio feeding into his ear.
"Take all of my cock, you dirty slut," a deep, dark, and highly amused masculine voice rumbled clearly through the connection. "Show your husband exactly how a real man stretches your pussy."
"I am taking it! Ahhh! I am taking your massive cock, Master!" the woman screamed back, her voice completely lost to the throes of absolute ecstasy. "It is so thick! It feels so much better than Dai Tianxiong's pathetic little worm!"
Dai Tianxiong staggered backward, his armored back hitting the edge of the tactical table. The jade slab in his hand trembled violently. He recognized the voice perfectly. It was undeniably, absolutely the voice of his proud, dignified Empress, Zhu Leihua. And she was currently moaning and screaming like a common street whore while being brutally fucked by another man.
A blinding, apocalyptic fury ignited within Dai Tianxiong's spiritual sea. The sheer, unprecedented humiliation of hearing his wife openly declare his inadequacy while being ravaged by an enemy caused his Titled Douluo aura to flare violently, cracking the stone floor beneath his boots.
"YOU BASTARD!" Dai Tianxiong roared into the Communication Spirit Tool, completely losing his mind. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER?! I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU! I WILL TEAR YOUR FLESH FROM YOUR BONES!"
In the opulent bedchamber of Crimson Zenith City, Zhang Tian heard the Emperor's furious, screaming threats echoing from the jade slab. He merely chuckled, a dark, sadistic sound, his hips snapping forward with even greater, devastating force.
"Tell him, Leihua," Zhang Tian commanded casually, leaning down to aggressively bite her neck, leaving a dark, purplish mark on her pale skin. "Tell your pathetic husband the truth. Tell him how disappointing he has always been."
Zhu Leihua was currently being fucked in a brutal missionary position, her legs pinned back against her chest to open her up completely. Her mind was entirely clouded by the overwhelming, intense pleasure tearing through her lower body. She did not care about the consequences. She only cared about pleasing the man currently stretching her walls and feeding the bottomless hunger of her flesh.
"Are you listening, Dai Tianxiong?!" Zhu Leihua shrieked toward the glowing jade slab, her voice a mix of agonizing pleasure and cruel, uninhibited honesty. "Are you listening to how loudly I am screaming for a real man?! You are absolutely pathetic! Your cock is tiny, and you always finish in a few pathetic thrusts!"
SMACK! SMACK! SQUELCH!
"Ahhh! Yes, Master! Hit my pussy deep!" Zhu Leihua babbled mindlessly before returning her attention to the communication link. "Master has been fucking my tight pussy for half a day without stopping once! He is a true dragon! You are nothing but a weak, disappointing failure in the bedchamber! I faked my pleasure with you for years just to maintain peace with a trash husband like you!"
Dai Tianxiong clutched his chest, feeling as though he had been physically stabbed. The senior generals in the war room stared at him in stunned silence, clearly hearing the loud, echoing insults pouring from the artifact. The Emperor's face was completely drained of color, alternating rapidly between pale shock and furious, dark red rage.
"Leihua, you have been drugged! I know this man is forcing you to say these lies!" Dai Tianxiong yelled back desperately, trying to cling to some shred of rationality.
"He is not forcing me to do anything!" Zhu Leihua laughed wildly, a sound of pure, depraved ecstasy. "I begged him to fuck me! I begged him to make me his slut! I felt so damn dissatisfied when I was with you! Even giving you those two useless children was a massive, boring chore! I had to endure your clumsy, disappointing thrusts just to secure the lineage and retain my title as Empress!"
Zhang Tian reached down, his large hands grabbing her heavy breasts, squeezing them punishingly hard while he continued his relentless, jackhammer rhythm.
"Ahhhh! Yes! Squeeze them!" Zhu Leihua moaned, arching her back violently. "You hear that, Dai Tianxiong?! Master knows exactly how to handle a woman's body! And speaking of those two children... they are exactly like you! Absolute trash!"
She was completely unleashed, her inhibitions entirely destroyed by the intense pleasure.
"Mubai is a spineless, pathetic coward!" Zhu Leihua yelled, her voice filled with open disdain. "He ran away from the empire the moment things became difficult! He abandoned his duty because he is weak! And that Weisi... that boy is an idiotic, arrogant fool with absolutely no real martial ability! He parades around like a peacock, but he possesses zero actual talent! I am ashamed to have birthed such useless trash! Well, nothing much I can expect since they likely inherited that trash ability and nature from you!"
"SILENCE! SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!" Dai Tianxiong bellowed, his voice cracking with absolute, devastating rage.
He could not take it anymore. The public humiliation, occurring right in front of his senior generals, was too massive to endure. He raised his hand, intending to violently channel his spirit power and completely shatter the Communication Spirit Tool into dust to stop the agonizing broadcast.
"I strongly advise against disconnecting this call, Emperor Dai Tianxiong," Zhang Tian's smooth, incredibly commanding voice cut through the chaos, his tone laced with a highly humorous, openly sadistic edge.
Dai Tianxiong froze, his glowing hand hovering inches above the jade slab.
"If you dare to cut off this connection right now," Zhang Tian threatened, his hips continuing their wet, slapping rhythm against the Empress, "I will immediately utilize my own arrays to forcefully broadcast this call to every single Communication Spirit Tool operating within the borders of the Star Luo Empire. I will fuck your wife on a completely open, public channel."
Zhang Tian paused, letting out a dark chuckle. "I will let the entire population of the Star Luo Empire, from the lowest peasant to your highest-ranking generals, listen to exactly how their highly respected Empress has willingly become the eager slut of another man. I will ensure that the entire world knows that Emperor Dai Tianxiong has been thoroughly cuckolded, and that he is so incredibly weak that he could not even protect his own wife from being abducted and enjoyed by another man."
Dai Tianxiong's hand dropped to his side, his entire body trembling with a mixture of absolute, suffocating terror and blinding fury.
He knew exactly what would happen if this threat were executed. The personal reputation that he and the entire Imperial Family held would be completely, irreversibly destroyed. The loss of face would be so immense, so unprecedented, that it would transcend tragedy and become a hilarious, continental joke.
More importantly, the tactical consequences would be catastrophic. Their impending war against the Heaven Dou Empire, the grand crusade the entire Star Luo Empire was currently mobilizing for, should be more or less lost before a single blade was swung. The loss of morale among the common soldiers, the commanders, and the various proud Spirit Masters across the entire Star Luo Empire should be so immense that the army would fracture from within. No proud warrior would willingly lay down their life for a sovereign who had been publicly, utterly humiliated in such a vulgar manner.
He was completely trapped. He had to stand there and listen.
"Ahhh! Master, your thick cock is ruining me!" Zhu Leihua screamed loudly, totally oblivious to the political blackmail occurring. "Fill my womb with your seed! Make me forget that pathetic Emperor!"
Dai Tianxiong gritted his teeth so hard a distinct, audible cracking sound echoed in the war room. Blood trickled from his bitten lip.
"Who are you?!" Dai Tianxiong roared into the artifact, his voice shaking with raw, unfiltered hatred. "What do you want from us?! If you consider yourself a true man, step out of the shadows and come face me in a fair fight! Are you someone from the Heaven Dou Empire? Are you doing this cowardly act to weaken the Star Luo Empire before the war?!"
Zhang Tian laughed loudly, a booming, arrogant sound that easily drowned out the wet slapping of his thrusts.
"You amuse me, Dai Tianxiong," Zhang Tian spoke, his tone dripping with condescension. "You demand a fight? You believe you are worthy of challenging me? Let me make something incredibly clear to you. You are absolutely not qualified to fight me yet. You are an insect trying to roar at a mountain."
Zhang Tian gripped Zhu Leihua's hips tightly, pulling her completely off the mattress to pound her while suspended in the air, drawing a fresh, deafening series of shrieks from her lips.
"As for your assumption that I belong to the Heaven Dou Empire," Zhang Tian continued casually, "you are entirely mistaken. My faction does not care in the slightest for the petty politics of the world. You can continue to wage your pathetic little war against them all you want. My sect will not actively interfere to protect them, nor will we help your side."
Zhang Tian leaned down, biting the Empress's shoulder before speaking directly into the jade slab again. "In fact, I am somewhat genuinely curious to see how this plays out. I want to see if the highly boasted, combined might of the Star Luo Empire, that brutish Clear Sky Sect—which currently boasts two Level 99 Limit Douluos like Tang Hao and Tang Chen, along with a few Super Douluos—and that mysterious Sea God Island, which also possesses a Level 99 Limit Douluo like Bo Saixi, can actually manage to conquer the Heaven Dou Empire or not."
Dai Tianxiong's eyes widened in profound shock. 'He knows about Tang Hao's ascension? He knows about Senior Bo Saixi? Our top-tier combat assets are highly classified! Did this whore actually tell him all information about even the Sea God Island or the Clear Sky Sect?!'
"Only if you manage to successfully conquer the Heaven Dou Empire and prove you have some actual martial competence," Zhang Tian declared, his voice ringing with absolute, supreme authority, "will you perhaps earn the right to be deemed qualified to face my sect. I can tell you the name of my sect. I will consider it your ability if you can find my sect, which is… The Dark Dragon Sect."
He let the fabricated name hang heavily in the air.
"And Dai Tianxiong, listen carefully," Zhang Tian added, his tone turning lethally cold. "My previous warning still stands firm. You better not let a single piece of information about this Empress leaking out reach the public ears. You will continue to keep absolute wraps on all information regarding her true whereabouts."
"You... you want me to hide she has been abducted?" Dai Tianxiong grunted, gripping the edge of the table to keep himself upright.
"Precisely," Zhang Tian commanded. "I want her to retain her official title as the Empress of the Star Luo Empire. Why? Because fucking her raw while she officially retains the highest, most dignified title in your nation is quite incredibly entertaining for me. It adds a wonderful layer of irony to my pleasure. If she loses this title because you failed to control the narrative... well, I will make sure to punish you and your entire empire thoroughly."
"Ahhh! Yes! I am your Empress slut, Master!" Zhu Leihua babbled eagerly, reinforcing his humiliating point.
Dai Tianxiong gritted his teeth, his chest heaving with silent, impotent fury.
Click.
The call was abruptly cut off from the other side. The jade slab went completely silent.
Dai Tianxiong stood frozen in the war room, his knuckles white as he gripped the artifact. The profound, suffocating weight of the situation crashed down upon his shoulders. He realized with absolute, terrifying clarity that this man seemed to know exactly how incredibly powerful their Star Luo Empire currently was, fully aware of the three Limit Douluos backing them, yet he was still completely fearless in provoking him.
'It seems that the foundational force of this Dark Dragon Sect is extremely, unbelievably powerful,' Dai Tianxiong reasoned internally, his tactical mind forcing back the emotional devastation. 'For now, I cannot afford to aggressively deal with this hidden sect. I do not even know where they are located. My primary focus must remain entirely on conquering the Heaven Dou Empire and crushing the Spirit Hall.'
He slammed his fist onto the table once more, his golden eyes burning with a dark, unyielding resolve.
'Once that grand task is finally completed,' Dai Tianxiong vowed silently, 'once I have unified this entire Douluo Continent under a single banner and consolidated all martial resources... I will definitely send my most elite subordinates to scour the earth, find out exactly where this hidden sect is situated, and launch a total, merciless attack against this sect. I will make this man pay the ultimate, bloody price for provoking and humiliating me like this.'
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in the opulent bedchamber of the Frostfall Province, the intense, chaotic atmosphere was slowly beginning to settle.
Zhang Tian pulled out of the Empress with a loud, wet popping sound, dropping her back onto the ruined silk sheets. He stood beside the bed, his broad chest heaving slightly, a deeply satisfied smirk on his handsome face. He had thoroughly humiliated the Emperor of the Star Luo Empire, established a terrifying false narrative, and completely broken the spirit of his captive.
"You performed beautifully, Sister," Zhu Wanyue praised softly, walking over to the head of the bed.
Zhu Leihua lay gasping for air, her entire body covered in a sheen of sweat and thick white cum. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She felt completely drained, empty of all resistance, yet humming with a profound, deeply satisfying pleasure.
Zhu Wanyue reached behind her elder sister's head. Her nimble fingers quickly worked the complex knot of the silken Spirit Tool. With a swift motion, she pulled the incredibly durable blindfold away, tossing it onto the floor.
Zhu Leihua gasped softly, her eyelids fluttering. After spending the last eleven days trapped in absolute, suffocating darkness, she was entirely not used to the light that flooded her vision. She squinted heavily against the warm, golden glow of the hanging spirit-lamps, her dark feline eyes watering slightly as they rapidly adjusted to the sudden brightness.
"Open your eyes, Empress," Zhang Tian commanded smoothly. "Look at the man who owns you."
Zhu Leihua blinked rapidly, clearing the tears from her vision. She slowly turned her head upon the pillows, looking up from the ruined mattress.
She was immediately struck by the breathtaking sight before her.
Standing beside the bed was a tall, incredibly handsome man with long, flowing red hair that featured striking, distinct blue streaks running through it. His facial features were sharp, aristocratic, and exuded a supreme, untouchable confidence. But it was his eyes that truly captivated her. He possessed icy blue pupils that held a terrifying, yet mesmerizing reddish tint deep within the inner pupil.
He was so incredibly handsome, projecting an aura of raw, dominant power, that Zhu Leihua actually felt her heart skip a beat. She fell for his striking, majestic appearance the very moment she laid eyes on him, completely disarmed by his physical perfection.
Then, her brilliant, political mind rapidly processed his unique features. The long red hair with blue streaks. The icy blue eyes. The terrifying, unparalleled strength.
She knew exactly who this man was.
'It is him,' Zhu Leihua realized, her breath hitching in her throat, her eyes widening in profound shock. 'It is none other than Zhang Tian!'
The pieces of the puzzle slammed together violently in her spiritual sea. This was the famous Champion Marquis of the Heaven Dou Empire. This was the monster who had mercilessly crippled her younger son. This was the man who had brazenly stolen and abducted both her future daughter-in-laws and nieces, Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, right out from under the noses of the Star Luo nobility.
She looked over at the sexy, mature woman standing near the headboard.
'Only now can I realize the full extent of his depravity,' Zhu Leihua thought, her gaze shifting between the two. 'He has even successfully conquered my younger sister, Zhu Wanyue, the mother of Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun. He turned her into his willing whore. And now... he has even conquered me as well. He completely shattered my imperial pride and made me into his desperate, begging slut.'
The realization should have filled her with renewed fury and a desperate urge to flee. She should have been horrified that the great enemy of her nation was the one who had ravaged her body.
But Zhu Leihua was currently feeling so much lingering, intense physical pleasure throbbing through her veins that she was actually deeply excited by this highly scandalous situation.
'There is absolutely no turning back at this point,' Zhu Leihua admitted to herself, a sultry, devoted smile slowly spreading across her beautiful face as she looked up at him. 'I have already openly humiliated Dai Tianxiong. I have declared my allegiance to his cock on an open communication link. My old life is entirely ashes.'
She looked at Zhang Tian's broad, muscular chest and his handsome face.
'This Zhang Tian is at least genuinely, terrifyingly strong,' she reasoned, completely abandoning her former loyalties. 'He is a true dragon among men. He is handsome, wealthy, and possesses great power. Submitting to a man of his caliber doesn't seem that bad.'
Zhu Leihua slowly pushed herself up onto her elbows, her massive, cum-stained breasts swaying heavily. She did not attempt to cover her nakedness. She looked directly into his icy blue eyes, her feline gaze filled with open, unadulterated lust and total devotion.
"I see you now, Master Zhang Tian," Zhu Leihua murmured, her voice a soft, husky purr. She reached out, her fingers gently tracing the hard muscles of his thigh. "And I am incredibly pleased by what I see. Please, use your Empress however you wish."
Zhang Tian smiled darkly, reaching down to grab her dark hair, pulling her face toward his groin once more. The physical subjugation was complete, the psychological warfare was won, and the Empress of the Star Luo Empire had officially, willingly joined the ranks of his devoted harem.
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