Lin'er let out a low moan, her slender hand resting on my shoulder, her eyes flashing with undisguised lewdness. She softly said, "Husband... let it in... Lin'er wants to feel that ultimate sensation too..."
Her voice was like a plaintive plea, carrying raw desire, as if striking directly at my heart. I gritted my teeth, and under her encouraging gaze, slowly pushed Zaha's colossal cock into her flower-path. A wet squelching sound broke the silence. Lin'er's delicate body trembled violently, her flower petals tightly enveloping the thick phallus. Crystalline liquid slid down from their junction, dripping onto my leg, creating tiny ripples.
Zaha let out a low growl, his thick waist beginning to undulate. Each deep thrust made Lin'er's delicate body tremble. Wet slapping sounds came from their junction, lewd splashing sounds intertwining with her moans, filling the entire bedroom. Her small, soft breasts bounced before my eyes, her nipples erect like cherries. Beads of sweat slid down her slender collarbone, dripping onto my chest, bringing a warm sensation. Her moans escalated from low whimpers to high-pitched cries, her eyes filled with a dazed satisfaction. She gasped, speaking in broken phrases, "Husband... this feeling... it really feels so good... like I'm in heaven... Lin'er's flower heart... it's going to be shattered..."
My hands remained tightly clasped around Lin'er's waist, my fingertips sinking deep into her smooth skin, the pleasure of cuckoldry burning my reason like a raging fire.
Zaha's movements grew wilder, his low growl filled with masculine dominance. He said gruffly, "Lin'er, are you ready!" Suddenly, he thrust his hips, his colossal cock sinking deep into Lin'er's flower-path. A thick, hot stream gushed from its tip, filling her depths. Lin'er shrieked, her delicate body tensing violently, her flower petals contracting fiercely. A clear liquid sprayed from their junction, crystalline in the candlelight, splattering onto my legs, bringing a warm, wet sensation. Lin'er collapsed limp in my arms, panting as she lay beside Li Ying. She actively grabbed a silk pillow, smiling as she placed it under her buttocks. She adjusted her posture, her buttocks raised high, her labia slightly parted, the crystalline liquid shimmering. She turned to Li Ying, giggling sweetly, "Sister Ying, Lin'er caught it too! Let's both get pregnant with little babies, so Husband will love us even more!" Hearing this, Li Ying uttered a soft, petulant complaint, gently patting Lin'er's buttocks. She softly said, "You naughty girl, your mouth is as sweet as honey!" The two women giggled playfully, their gazes, however, simultaneously turned to Zhen Jing, their eyes sparkling with mischief.
Zhen Jing stood to the side, her light pink wedding dress already slipped off, her fair, smooth body vaguely visible in the candlelight, the small and exquisite black spade Q tattoo on her abdomen. She lightly straddled my lap, her warm buttocks pressing against my thighs, bringing a smooth, slick sensation. She leaned in close, her moist lips almost touching my ear, softly saying, "Husband... Jing'er wants it too... wants you to help Jing'er, to let Zaha's colossal cock penetrate Jing'er's slutty cunt..."
Her voice was soft and teasing, her eyes flashing with shyness and longing, carrying undisguised lewdness.
I took a deep breath, slowly aligning his penis with Zhen Jing's labia. Her moist labia parted slightly, as if craving to be filled.
Zhen Jing gasped lowly, her slender hand resting on my shoulder, her eyes flashing with lustful light. She softly said, "Husband... put it in... Jing'er wants it..."
Her voice was like a plaintive plea, carrying urgent longing. Under her encouraging gaze, I slowly pushed Zaha's colossal cock into her labia. A wet squelching sound echoed. Zhen Jing's delicate body trembled violently, her labia tightly enveloping the colossal cock. Moist liquid dripped from their junction, splattering onto my thighs, splashing tiny droplets.
Zaha let out a low growl, his thick waist beginning to thrust. Each deep thrust made Zhen Jing's delicate body tremble. Wet slapping sounds came from their junction, lewd splashing sounds intertwining with her moans, echoing through the bedroom.
After hundreds of thrusts, Zaha's movements grew even more violent. His massive cock moved in and out of Zhen Jing's labia, wet liquid dripping onto the tatami, glistening. The lewd atmosphere in the bedroom grew thicker, sweet fragrance intertwining with salty, musky smells. The air was filled with a suffocating ambiance. My hands remained clasped around Zhen Jing's waist, my fingertips sinking into her smooth flesh, the pleasure of cuckoldry burning like a raging fire, my mind filled with images of her being ravaged by Zaha.
Suddenly, Zaha slowed his rhythm, chuckled lowly, and said gruffly, "Jing'er, if you want me to cum for you, you have to ask your husband first if he agrees!"
A hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes. His massive cock remained deeply buried in Zhen Jing's labia, its bulging veins glistening with moisture. Zhen Jing trembled, her eyes flashing with shyness and anticipation. She turned to me and softly said, "Husband... Jing'er begs you... please let Zaha sow his seed in Jing'er... Jing'er wants to conceive his child, to conceive the powerful genes of the Black race..."
Her voice was soft and alluring, urgent and carrying undisguised longing, her eyes full of encouragement and provocation. My heart raced, the pleasure of cuckoldry surged like a tide, images of Li Ying and Lin'er lying limp on the tatami, their labia wide open, their tender flesh twitching, flashed through my mind. My throat felt dry. I excitedly asked, "Why... are the Black race's genes the best?"
Zhen Jing giggled softly, her slender hand gently caressing my cheek. Her fingertips, painted with light pink polish, traced my chin, bringing a slight tickle. Her gaze swept over Zaha, a hint of worship in her eyes. She whispered, "Husband, look at Zaha. How strong his massive cock is! Its veins bulge, its power is endless. Every time it plunges in, it makes Jing'er's slutty cunt orgasm continuously! His Black race genes carry innate dominance and strength. The children born will surely be robust and extraordinary!"
She paused, her voice growing even softer and more teasing. "Husband, your penis is cute, but compared to Zaha's, it lacks a bit of ferocity. The Black race's genes can let Jing'er bear strong children, continuing the glory of the Black race. Husband, don't you want to see Jing'er pregnant with Zaha's child, her belly bulging, her breasts bigger, and her slutty cunt wetter?"
Her words entwined like silk, and the pleasure of cuckoldry burned like a raging fire. My heart pounded to the point of almost bursting. Her "pull-and-push" made me incredibly excited. Humiliation and satisfaction intertwined, my mind filled with images of Zhen Jing being filled by Zaha. I gritted my teeth, my voice hoarse:
"Good... I beg Zaha, sow your seed in her!"
Zaha chuckled lowly, his voice gruff, "Good, brother, that's refreshing!"
He suddenly thrust his hips forward, his massive cock plunging deep into Zhen Jing's labia. His movements grew wilder, each thrust making her delicate body tremble. Wet slapping sounds came from their junction, lewd splashing sounds intertwining with her moans, echoing throughout the bedroom. Zhen Jing shrieked, her eyes full of satisfaction. She panted, "Husband... so good... Jing'er's slutty cunt... is going to be filled..."
Suddenly, Zaha let out a low growl, his massive cock trembling violently. A thick liquid spurted from its tip, filling Zhen Jing's depths. Zhen Jing's delicate body tensed abruptly, her labia contracting fiercely. A clear liquid sprayed from their junction, crystalline in the candlelight, splattering onto my thighs, bringing a warm, wet sensation. Her head arched back, black hair spilling like a waterfall, her eyes full of satisfaction. She panted, "Husband... Jing'er... feels so good..."
Zhen Jing lay limp in my arms, her moist body glistening with sweat, her labia slightly parted, gleaming with a crystalline sheen, her tender flesh still twitching faintly, recounting the recent orgasm. I sat on the carved wooden chair, the pleasure of cuckoldry burning like a raging fire, humiliation and excitement intertwined, my heart still racing. Zaha's massive cock withdrew from Zhen Jing's labia, wet liquid dripping onto the tatami, splashing tiny droplets. Li Ying and Lin'er lay on the tatami, their soft laughter clear as silver bells, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation, as if cheering for Zhen Jing's "sowing of seed."
In contrast, my own penis was weak and minuscule, yet Zhen Jing's yearning and Zaha's ejaculation brought me unprecedented satisfaction. I panted lowly, a satisfied smile playing on my lips, my gaze sweeping over the three women and Zaha, my heart pounding wildly.
The lewd atmosphere in the bedroom was thick as fog. Rose petals scattered on the crimson silk sheet were soaked with sweat and bodily fluids. Sweet fragrance intertwined with salty, musky smells. The air was filled with a suffocating ambiance. On the tatami, Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er lay side by side, silk pillows tucked under their buttocks, their delicate bodies slightly tilted, their pubic areas exposed at a thirty-degree angle, completely uncovered in the candlelight. The marks left by Zaha's massive cock were clearly visible. The three women's labia were wide open, like flower petals ravaged by a storm, wet liquid sliding down their butt cracks, dripping onto the tatami, splashing crystalline droplets.
The three women's delicate bodies were limp and weak, sweat and bodily fluids intertwining on their skin, glistening. The candlelight flickered, illuminating their naked bodies, like a lewd painting offered for this forbidden "wedding." I sat on the carved wooden chair, my gaze fixed on their pubic areas, the pleasure of cuckoldry burning like a raging fire, humiliation and excitement intertwined, my heart pounding almost to bursting. Zaha stood to the side, his massive cock still erect like a pillar, his low growl filled with masculine dominance, as if proclaiming his endless might.
Only when the three women were settled did I rise from the stool. From my angle, I had a perfect view of the three women, a feeling that was utterly exhilarating.
Li Ying's labia were the fattest, layers of dark, shiny folds, as if they had been repeatedly stretched open by a massive cock and could not return to their original state. Wet liquid slowly overflowed from deep within, sliding down her butt crack and dripping onto the silk pillow, leaving dark water stains. When her tender flesh twitched, it was accompanied by faint squelching sounds, as if still yearning to be filled. Her ample breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her areolas deeply dark, like two dim moons, her nipples erect, beads of sweat accumulating at their tips, poised to fall. Her panting was low and drawn out, carrying a hint of satisfied languor. Her dark eyes were half-closed, and when her gaze swept over me, there was a teasing smile.
Zhen Jing's labia appeared slightly tighter, yet they were equally dark and thick, with fine wrinkles, like lewd patterns carved by a colossal cock. Her tender flesh twitched slowly and rhythmically. Wet liquid glistened between her labia, like crystalline dewdrops. Her breasts were firm and perky, her areolas dark and wide, her nipples slightly upturned. Beads of sweat slid down her abdomen, bypassed the black spade Q tattoo, and dripped onto the tatami. Her sleeping posture was dignified, her hands clasped as if meticulously placed, her light pink fingernails gleaming faintly, the smile at the corner of her mouth gentle and satisfied, as if she were immersed in endless pleasure.
Lin'er's labia were the smallest, yet equally dark and thick, densely wrinkled. The marks of the colossal cock's thrusts were clear as if branded. Her tender flesh twitched rapidly, as if still struggling in the aftermath of climax. Wet liquid surged from deep within, sliding down her butt crack and dripping onto the pillow, splashing tiny droplets. Her small, delicate breasts rose and fell slightly, her areolas dark and round, her nipples erect like cherries, beads of sweat accumulating at their tips, crystal clear. Her sleeping posture was lively, her right leg raised high, her slender hand casually resting on her chest, her tender lips slightly pouted, intermittent giggles crisp as silver bells, as if she were teasing me even in her dreams.
The three women's pubic areas were wide open, wet liquid glistening in the candlelight. The marks of the colossal cock's thrusts were clearly visible, and the twitching rhythms of their tender flesh varied, yet collectively spoke of the intensity of Zaha's penis. The lewd atmosphere in the bedroom grew even thicker, sweet fragrance intertwining with salty, musky smells. The air was filled with a suffocating ambiance. My throat felt dry, the pleasure of cuckoldry surged like a tide, my mind filled with images of them being filled, humiliation and excitement intertwined, making me willing to sink into this forbidden frenzy...
The night deepened, and the bedroom's lewd ambiance was gradually diluted by the cool moonlight. Zaha and I walked out of the bedroom and into the mansion's rear garden. In the garden, moonlight spilled among the open-air flowerbeds. Roses and night-blooming jasmine intertwined, exuding a faint, clear fragrance. A gentle breeze swept through, bringing a hint of coolness. By the stone table on the terrace, two celadon teacups were placed. Tea steam curled, and in the moonlight, the tea water shimmered faintly. Zaha sat on the stone stool, his thick body casting a deep shadow in the moonlight. Although his massive cock was now hidden by his clothes, it still exuded a masculine aura of dominance.
......
I stood beside him, my mind complex. The afterglow of cuckoldry had not yet faded, my mind filled with images of the three women lying limp on the tatami. I took a deep breath, my gaze sweeping over the garden's open-air flowerbeds. I spoke abruptly, my voice carrying a hint of probing, "Should I address you as Lord Black Emperor now, or Zaha..."
My words halted abruptly, as if cut by the moonlight, suspended in the air, carrying an unfinished meaning.
Hearing this, Zaha smiled helplessly, then asked, "How did you find out?"
I looked at the night sky and said, "Last month, Zaha's demeanor changed dramatically, making me feel a sense of Kate from you. But... it was still not exactly the same. Until tonight, after I touched your penis, the intense burning energy inside it was too strong. I knew it was true qi, and only the Black Emperor possesses such power."
Zaha's gruff voice was low and clear in the night, "Brother, I've always been Zaha."
He paused, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. A complex light flashed in his eyes. He continued, "Even if my soul could become anyone after death, the current me is just an ordinary person with the Black Emperor's memories. Those memories are like dreams, fragmented and intermittent, grand yet illusory. My true desire is simple: to live this life peacefully, not to harm anyone, and certainly not to be some overlord."
His tone was calm, carrying a hint of sincerity. The moonlight reflected on his dark face, softening his rugged features a bit. My heart stirred. The lingering sensation of cuckoldry remained, but his words sparked a trace of curiosity. I leaned against the stone table and said gravely, "Then what exactly are the Black Emperor's memories...?"
Zaha put down his teacup, his gaze drifting towards the distant flowerbeds, as if lost in faraway memories. He said gruffly, "The story of the Black Emperor, It had to start from another world. His soul had transmigrated, coming from a later generation in a place called Dahuagu. That guy was an illegal immigrant in Dahuagu, relying on smooth talk to toy with many women and cheat countless sums of money, living a high life. Unfortunately, good times didn't last; he was hit and killed by a large transport vehicle, and his soul, in a daze, arrived in this world."
He chuckled, a hint of mockery in his voice, and continued: "Heaven seemed to give him a second chance, also bestowing upon him a talent—the ability to absorb women's cultivation. This ability made him thrive, and in just a few years, he stirred up a bloody storm in the martial arts world. He created a set of Nirvana cultivation techniques that could make the body 'withered tree meets spring,' rejuvenating it. This technique was exceedingly malicious, relying on absorbing women's vital essence to sustain itself, and in a short time, it could make the cultivator return to youth and possess boundless strength. Do you still remember the master of the Lewd Abuse Altar? That guy used the Black Emperor's cultivation technique, only it was an 'evolved version'."
My heart trembled, and the image of Li Ying sprawled limply on the tatami flashed in my mind, her engorged labia full of marks from the colossal cock's thrusts, her delicate body gleaming with sweat. Zaha's words gave me some understanding of the Black Emperor's origin but also stirred more questions. I frowned, "Just how powerful was that Black Emperor's cultivation technique?"
Zaha's gaze turned to me, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "The Black Emperor's capabilities weren't limited to the Nirvana cultivation technique. Back then, he and Xiao Mingyue, that is, my mother, had four sons. Each of us inherited one of his abilities: Nirvana, Plunder, Vine, and Mark. Rather than inheritance, it was more like he divided these abilities into us four brothers, and they matured as we grew. In the end, he would come to retrieve these four abilities, and we would die. Abu's power is Vine, and my power is Mark. Miter's is Nirvana, and my eldest brother's is Plunder. These four abilities each have their strengths. Nirvana can reshape the body, Plunder can steal other women's cultivation, Vine can create black-charm tattoos, comfortably binding a woman's morality and amplifying her desires, and Mark is also a tattoo, used to create pregnant slaves and cultivation cauldrons."
He paused, his voice deepening slightly: "Unfortunately, a certain will was too powerful and had already discovered his scheme. He sensed that he had been detected by something terrifying, and it was a death trap. So, he used Su Mei's body as a vessel, sealing his memories and strength within her alluring corpse. After Su Mei's death, unnoticed by anyone, that memory silently entered the body of his last ability's offspring—which is me."
Under the moonlight, Zaha's eyes were complex, carrying a hint of self-mockery: "I inherited the Black Emperor's Mark ability and also carried his memories. But I am not him. I have no interest in being some Black Emperor, nor do I want to use this ability to harm people. I just want to guard this estate and live a good life with you all."
His words brushed past like the night wind. My heart trembled slightly, the pleasure of my cuckold fetish intertwined with curiosity about the Black Emperor's legend, leaving me speechless for a moment. The scent of flowers in the garden was faint and elegant, moonlight spilled onto the stone table, and the celadon teacups glowed faintly. The night was quiet, yet it could not conceal the waves in my heart.
I was silent for a moment, my gaze sweeping over the outdoor flowerbeds in the garden, my mind replaying the lewd scene in the bedroom—Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er lying side by side on the tatami, their labia wide open, their tender flesh twitching, the marks of the colossal cock's thrusts clearly visible. Zaha's colossal cock had once made them fall into depravity, yet now he claimed to be just an ordinary man who only wanted a stable life. These words stirred a complex emotion regarding his identity; the pleasure of the cuckold fetish remained, but now with a desire to explore Zaha's true intentions.
I said in a low voice, "You mean, the Black Emperor's memories are just the past, and you won't follow his old path?"
Zaha chuckled, his voice coarse, "Of course. The Black Emperor's path is a dead end; I have no desire to repeat it. Brother, your three wives are all enchanting women. Being able to accompany them, to accompany you, this life is already beautiful enough. Why would I want the Black Emperor's hegemony? Even if I wanted to dominate the world, I'd wait until these women have fucked me thoroughly before leaving, at least until they're forty."
His tone carried a hint of boldness, but his eyes gleamed with sincerity.
The night deepened, and a gentle breeze swept through the garden. The scents of roses and tuberose intertwined in the air, and moonlight bathed the terrace, casting a cool glow on the stone table and celadon teacups.
Then, Zaha said, "This isn't the true Tang Dynasty. You'll understand that later. And, you and my father are both from that Huagu, aren't you?"
My heart was slightly surprised. I didn't speak, which was an implicit acknowledgment.
Then Zaha said, "I have memories of later generations' black-charm sluts in my mind, and I know what you like. Trust me, I will give you many surprises. I consider you my benefactor; I won't harm you."
I nodded and said, "Ever since you blocked that blade for me, you've been my friend too!"
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A month later, the atmosphere in the mansion gained a touch of softness and anticipation. Morning light streamed through the carved windows into the bedroom, illuminating the scarlet silk sheets. The rose petals had long been cleaned away, replaced by a faint, mingled scent of medicine and flowers. I sat by the couch, holding the fair wrists of the three women, personally taking their pulses. Their pulses were steady and strong, pulsating with life. My heart trembled; the pleasure of the cuckold fetish intertwined with the joy of being a husband, and a satisfied smile curled on my lips.
Li Ying leaned against the soft pillow, her dark hair splayed out, her light purple silk nightgown half-open, revealing her fair, lustrous body. Her Black Spade Queen tattoos now covered her entire body: the tattoo on her lower abdomen encircled her slightly bulging belly, as if guarding new life; the tiny, delicate tattoo at the corner of her eye accentuated her charm; the tattoos on her breasts spiraled around her dark, wide areolas, her ample breasts slightly drooping, her nipples erect like black pearls; the tattoos on her perky buttocks were faintly visible, sweat beads sliding down her butt crack; the tattoos on her ankles were as lively as ever, complementing her languid sleeping posture. She noticed my gaze, and a teasing glint flashed in her eyes. She said softly, "Husband, Ying'er's belly is very promising, she's pregnant with a black clan child. Are you happy?"
I naturally nodded happily.
Lin'er sat nearby, her pretty face slightly flushed, her small body barely concealed by her light blue sheer nightgown. Her Black Spade Queen tattoos were only in two places: the one on her rear ankle danced in the morning light, like a reflection of her lively personality; the one on her forehead was small and striking, half-hidden by her bangs, making her seem a little shy. She lowered her head and stroked her flat lower abdomen, saying shyly, "Husband, Lin'er's tattoos are too obvious. Everyone can see the one on my forehead, it's so embarrassing..."
I gently stroked her cheek and said softly, "Lin'er, these tattoos are your most beautiful mark. Pregnant, you are more radiant than ever."
Hearing this, a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes. Her pink lips curled into a smile, and she threw herself into my arms, saying sweetly, "Husband is so good!"
Zhen Jing sat upright on the soft couch, her light pink silk nightgown clinging to her delicate body, outlining her perky breasts and slightly bulging lower abdomen.
Her Black Spade Queen tattoos were distributed on her lower abdomen and chest: the one on her lower abdomen encircled her navel, as if crowning new life; the one on her chest adorned her cleavage, her dark, wide areolas complementing the tattoo, her nipples slightly upturned, gleaming with crystalline sweat. She noticed my gaze, and a gentle glint flashed in her eyes. She said softly, "Husband, Jing'er's belly is also promising; she's pregnant. Will you love Jing'er even more?"
Her voice was soft and teasing, carrying a hint of expectation. My heart pounded furiously, the pleasure of the cuckold fetish burning like a raging fire.
I responded with a passionate kiss, the fragrant essence of love intermingling in our mouths.
To prevent the three women from experiencing depression during their pregnancy, I specially held a conception celebration ceremony in the mansion's main hall. The hall was newly decorated; white rose petals covered the scarlet carpet, candles on the gilded candelabras flickered, reflecting on the wall carvings, and the air was filled with a mixed scent of sandalwood and flowers. The three women wore specially designed silk dresses, thin as cicada wings, outlining their slightly bulging bellies and voluptuous bodies. Their breasts were faintly visible under the dresses, their nipples erect, sweat beads sliding down their collarbones, gleaming with a crystalline luster.
I stood in the center of the hall, dressed in a dark robe, holding a gilded jewelry box. My gaze swept over the three women, my eyes filled with excitement and indulgence. I declared loudly, "Ying'er, Jing'er, Lin'er, you are pregnant with Zaha's children, and that makes them *my* children! Today's ceremony is to celebrate your new lives and to let you know that, pregnant, you are the most beautiful women in this world!"
My voice was resonant and sincere. The servants in the hall who knew about my fetish cheered in unison (the wet nurse and the maids who cared for the mixed-race children). A touch of emotion and shyness flashed in the three women's eyes, and satisfied smiles curved on their lips.
I opened the gilded box and took out three exquisite sets of gold jewelry: Li Ying's was a pair of black pearl earrings that complemented the black spade tattoo at her eye corner; Zhen Jing's was a gilded necklace whose pendant rested perfectly beside the tattoo on her chest; Lin'er's was a forehead ornament, its small black spade motif harmonizing with the tattoo on her forehead. I personally put the jewelry on them, my fingertips touching their warm skin, and the pleasure of the cuckold fetish surged like a tide.