Moonlight silvered the fortress walls as Madam Feng's scouts crept through the mist—black-clad shadows, qi veiled thin as spider silk. They probed wards Tie Lan had reinforced, testing cracks with silent talismans. One slipped too close; Yu's beast senses caught the scent. She roared from the battlements, primal earth qi slamming the ground—shadows scattering like startled crows.
Inside the main hall, Wei Chen's pride gathered around the fire—bodies still warm from the day's cycle, bond ropes glowing soft. Tie Lan stood watch at the doorway, iron sword across her knees, black hair loose over scarred shoulders.
"They test us," she said, voice disciplined steel. "Feng's vanguard. She comes slow—wants fear first."
Wei Chen rose, pulling Tie Lan back into the circle. "Then we answer with strength. Deepen the iron tonight. Make you unbreakable."
Her steel eyes softened—devotion flaring hot behind discipline. "Command me, dragon."
He claimed her mouth fierce—tongue demanding obedience. She melted instant, armored body pressing flush, hands tearing his robes open to trace the golden sun. The pride closed in—Lin Xue's cool fingers unbuckling Tie Lan's plates, Su Mei's warmth teasing exposed skin, Yu's primal growl approving, Zhao Ling's phoenix sparks dancing curious over scars.
Armor fell clanging. Tie Lan stood bare—toned muscle etched with old wounds, breasts high and firm, core dripping already from oath-heat. Wei Chen pushed her against the stone table—bending her forward, hands spreading iron cheeks. "Obey every inch."
He thrust deep in one stroke—her disciplined walls gripping command-tight around his thick length. Tie Lan gasped, back arching rigid. "Yes—dragon—deeper—"
He pounded relentless—balls slapping scarred ass, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Lin Xue knelt beneath, cool tongue lapping where they joined—frost qi teasing Tie Lan's clit until she shuddered. Su Mei straddled the table before her, guiding the general's mouth to demonic heat. "Taste obedience."
Tie Lan licked eager—tongue precise, throat humming as Su Mei ground down. Yu pressed behind Wei Chen, massive breasts against his back, hands reaching to roll his sac primal rough. Zhao Ling kissed Tie Lan's shoulders, phoenix warmth sinking into iron channels—encouraging devotion.
Wei Chen switched—pulling out to bury in Su Mei's mouth for slick strokes, then slamming back into Tie Lan's ass—stretching her iron ring tight. She cried out muffled against Su Mei, body trembling disciplined waves.
"Break for me," Wei Chen growled, fingers plunging her dripping pussy alongside anal thrusts. "Devote everything."
She shattered—walls clenching steel-hard front and back, climax exploding in obedient spasms. "Yours—general yours—forever!"
Yang seed flooded her bowels hot and thick—triggering breakthrough, iron core igniting forged gold. Sixth strand—no, the iron one—wove deeper, loyalty unbreakable.
They cycled after—pride linking full. Tie Lan at center now, essence flowing disciplined paths—steadying wild fire, sharpening frost, grounding primal, refining phoenix. Power settled richer, wards outside flaring brighter under her command.
Scouts retreated fully, whispers carrying back north: The dragon's pride burns too hot. The matriarch will come herself.
Tie Lan rose, naked and glowing, sword in hand. "Let her. My steel stands first."
Wei Chen pulled her into the circle embrace—kisses shared, bodies entwined. "Our steel."
But north winds howled colder. Madam Feng's carriage crested distant hills—black jade banners snapping, nascent soul aura pressing heavy as grief.
Vengeance rode closer.
And in her eyes—old hate mixed with something darker. Desire twisted by loss.
She had heard the whispers of the dragon who awakened princesses… and broke proud women into devotion.
The matriarch smiled cold.
Soon.
To be Continued
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