I said softly, "From now on, for every child you bear, I will give you gold jewelry, rewarding you for expanding the household!"
Hearing this, surprise flashed in the three women's eyes. They all rushed into my arms, their moist lips vigorously kissing my face, leaving warm sensations. Lin'er giggled, her pink tongue lightly licking my earlobe, and she whispered, "Husband, Lin'er wants to have many, many children to earn lots of jewelry!"
Li Ying and Zhen Jing playfully slapped her, and laughter filled the hall, the atmosphere warm and lewd.
After the servants left, the climax of our ceremony arrived: the three women sharing their feelings. I invited them one by one to come forward and speak about their feelings on being pregnant with the black clan's children, to encourage unity among them so they wouldn't feel afraid.
Li Ying gracefully walked to the stage first, her light purple dress clinging to her ample breasts and perky buttocks. Her nipples were faintly visible under the sheer fabric, and sweat beads slid down her lower abdomen, dripping onto her Black Spade tattoo, gleaming with a crystalline luster. Her voice was soft and low, with a hint of provocation: "Husband, I feel full of strength after conceiving a black clan child! Every night, Zaha's colossal cock thrusts into my slutty cunt, ejaculating so deep. I've orgasmed countless times, and my womb trembled as it accepted his semen. Now my belly is bulging, my breasts are fuller, and my slutty cunt is wetter. I feel more beautiful than ever!"
She paused, her gaze sweeping over me, a teasing glint in her eyes: "Husband, I know you love to see me disoriented with lust from being fucked by Zaha. Are you even more excited now that I'm carrying his child? I want to bear more children for the black clan to make you love me even more!"
Her words coiled like silk, and the pleasure of the cuckold fetish burned like a raging fire. My heart pounded faster, and finally, I spoke from the bottom of my heart: "My lady, you are becoming more and more beautiful now, and my love for you is already limitless!"
Zhen Jing was second to come to the stage, her light pink dress outlining her perky breasts and slightly bulging lower abdomen, the black spade tattoo on her chest dancing in the candlelight. She stood on the stage, her eyes gleaming with gentleness and shyness, and said softly, "Husband, Jing'er feels like she's having a beautiful dream, carrying a black clan child. That night, you helped Jing'er insert Zaha's colossal cock into my slutty cunt. Jing'er almost fainted from orgasm, and when his semen shot in, Jing'er's womb cheered. Now Jing'er's breasts are more sensitive, her nipples oozing fluid at a touch, and her lower abdomen feels warm, as if it harbors a small sun."
She lowered her head, stroking her lower abdomen, her voice growing even softer: "Husband, Jing'er knows you like to see Jing'er conquered by Zaha. Jing'er feels so happy carrying his child. Jing'er wants to bear more strong children for the black clan, to make husband even prouder!"
Her voice was as melodious as a clear spring, carrying sincere love. My heart warmed, but the pleasure of the cuckold fetish grew even stronger. The image of her squirting flashed in my mind, and the excitement made me almost unable to breathe.
Lin'er was the last to come to the stage. Her light blue dress could not conceal her petite figure; the black spade tattoo on her forehead was striking and playful in the candlelight. She bounced onto the stage, her pink lips pouting, and said sweetly, "Husband, Lin'er is pregnant with a black clan child again, and I'm so happy I could fly! Especially this time, husband personally helped me insert it. With husband's company, Lin'er is the happiest. That night, Zaha's colossal cock thrust into Lin'er's slutty cunt, and Lin'er's legs turned to jelly from orgasm. His semen shot in, and Lin'er's womb felt numb! Now Lin'er's belly is a little swollen, her breasts are full, and her slutty cunt gets wet just thinking about that night. Lin'er feels like a little fairy!"
She playfully spun around, her dress fluttering up to reveal her fair thighs and the black spade tattoo on her ankle. She giggled, "Husband, Lin'er knows you love to see Lin'er cry out when fucked by Zaha. You must be especially excited now that I'm carrying his child! Lin'er wants to have many, many super powerful black clan babies, to make husband praise Lin'er as the most beautiful!"
Her voice was clear and lively, with a girlish playfulness. My heart was ignited by her charm, and the pleasure of the cuckold fetish burned like a raging fire. My mind was filled with images of her being filled with cum.
The three women's sharing made me incredibly excited; the pleasure of the cuckold fetish surged like a tide, humiliation and satisfaction intertwining.
To give them final assurance, I walked onto the stage, embraced the three women, and said softly, "Ying'er, Jing'er, Lin'er, your pregnancies are my greatest happiness! Your slutty cunts filled with Zaha's cum, carrying his genes, you are more beautiful than ever. I am madly in love with you!"
My voice was resonant and sincere. Hearing this, emotion flashed in the three women's eyes. They all rushed into my arms, their moist lips vigorously kissing my face, leaving warm sensations.
I took out the gilded box and additionally presented each of them with a gold ring, the surface of which was inlaid with a black spade design, echoing their tattoos. I declared loudly, "From now on, for every child you bear, I will double the reward! You are my most beautiful wives, and pregnant, you are the most radiant women in this world! So don't feel sad, okay~~~"
Surprise flashed in the three women's eyes, their giggles as clear as silver bells, lewdness and warmth intertwined, intoxicating the soul.
I stood before the three women, my gaze sweeping over their slightly bulging bellies, the pleasure of the cuckold fetish burning like a raging fire in my heart, filled with anticipation for the black clan's genes.
I said softly, "Ying'er, Jing'er, Lin'er, what exactly is the difference between Zaha's children and his genes? Tell me."
Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er exchanged smiles, a mischievous and lewd glint in their eyes. Li Ying spoke first, her voice soft and low, with a hint of provocation: "Husband, we can't talk about this here. It's more interesting to talk about it slowly... in bed!"
She gracefully walked towards me, her light purple silk dress clinging to her ample breasts and perky buttocks. Her nipples were faintly visible under the sheer fabric, and sweat beads slid down her lower abdomen, dripping onto her Black Spade Queen tattoo. Zhen Jing and Lin'er giggled and surrounded me, their slender hands lightly stroking my chest, warm to the touch, as they ushered me towards the bedroom.
The lewd atmosphere of the bedroom assailed me; fresh rose petals were scattered on the scarlet silk sheets, a sweet and salty stench intertwined, and the air was suffocating. Candlelight flickered, illuminating the three women's bodies. They shed their dresses, their fair, lustrous skin gleaming with sweat, the Black Spade Queen tattoos dancing in the candlelight, like marks dedicated to this forbidden "game." I was pushed down onto the bed, the three women sitting around me, their eyes full of playfulness and provocation. The pleasure of the cuckold fetish made my heart pound and my throat go dry.
Lin'er made the first move. Her petite body agilely straddled my legs, the Black Spade Queen tattoo on her forehead striking and playful in the candlelight. She leaned in, her pink lips lightly licking my earlobe, and said sweetly, "Husband, Lin'er will serve you first!"
Her slender hand slid towards my penis, her fingertips, adorned with pale blue nail polish, gently fiddling with the base of my penis. The touch was fleeting, like a feather brushing, inciting a wave of tingling numbness. My penis quickly erected, veins bulging, but remained unable to release under her teasing. She giggled, her pink tongue lightly licking her lips, and whispered, "Husband, your penis is so cute, but... compared to Zaha's colossal cock, it lacks some power. It might be useless, you know!"
Li Ying chuckled from the side, taking over the conversation, her voice soft and low: "Ying'er also thinks that while husband's penis is amusing, compared to Zaha's colossal cock, it's really... a bit lacking."
She knelt beside me, her ample breasts slightly drooping, her areolas dark and wide, her nipples erect like black pearls. Sweat beads slid down her collarbone, dripping onto my chest. Her slender hand grasped my testicles, her fingertips, adorned with dark nail polish, gently kneading, the pressure varying from light to heavy, as if testing my limits.
My penis hardened and softened under her manipulation, pleasure and humiliation intertwining, the pleasure of the cuckold fetish surging like a tide.
Zhen Jing stood by the bed, her pale pink nail polish faintly gleaming in the candlelight. Her gaze was gentle yet playful, and she said softly, "Husband, Jing'er thinks perhaps your penis could be... completely abolished, and you could focus on watching us being fucked senseless by Zaha. Wouldn't you be happier?"
She gracefully walked over, raising a fair, jade-like foot, her toes lightly stepping on the base of my penis. The pressure was almost imperceptible, as if stepping on a useless toy. My penis erected again under her foot, only to soften once more at her playful mockery. The wave of pleasure made me almost unable to breathe.
The three women's play immersed me in extreme pleasure. My penis, under their stepping, kneading, and pulling, repeatedly erected and softened. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined, and the fire of my cuckold fetish scorched my mind. I gasped, and whispered, "Ying'er... tell me, what's the difference between Zaha's children and his genes?"
Li Ying chuckled, her slender hand still kneading my testicles, increasing the pressure slightly, a lewd glint in her eyes. She leaned closer, her ample breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples brushing my skin, bringing a warm sensation. She said softly, "Husband, Zaha's genes are the essence of the black clan! His children are born with strong physiques and extraordinary presence, inheriting his dominance and strength. My slutty cunt, filled by his colossal cock, carries children whose wombs can feel that power! Husband, though your penis tries hard, unfortunately... what comes out of it isn't as thick as Zaha's, isn't as mighty as the black clan's?"
She paused, then suddenly pulled at the base of my penis. Pain and pleasure intertwined. I let out a low groan, and my penis erected again. She giggled, her voice growing even softer: "Ying'er thinks your penis might as well be abolished. Just focus on watching Ying'er have multiple orgasms from being fucked by Zaha, bearing more black clan children. Wouldn't you be more satisfied?" Her words pierced my heart like a knife. The pleasure of the cuckold fetish made me almost dizzy, my mind filled with images of her being filled with Zaha's cum.
Zhen Jing took over the conversation, her jade feet still pressing against the base of my penis, the pressure gentle yet tinged with mockery. She leaned down, her moist lips brushing my ear, and softly said, "Husband, Jing'er also feels that Zaha's genes are a heaven-sent treasure. His children are not only strong, but also carry the talent of the Black Tribe, powers like Nirvana and Imprint. Jing'er's slutty cunt was filled by his semen, and the children conceived feel as if they carry his soul! Husband, though your penis is cute, how can what it shoots out compare to Zaha's quantity, or the domineering aura of the Black Tribe?"
Her toes gently ground against my penis, pain and pleasure intertwined. I bit down, my penis alternating between hard and soft under her treading. She chuckled softly, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes: "Husband, Jing'er knows you like to watch Jing'er being fucked senseless by Zaha. If your penis is useless, Husband can focus entirely on enjoying that pleasure, right?" Her words coiled like silk, the pleasure of my cuckold fetish burning like a fierce flame. My heart pounded, almost bursting, and images of her squirting flashed through my mind.
Lin'er giggled sweetly, her slender hand still teasing the base of my penis. A light tug from her fingertips, adorned with pale blue nail polish, made me groan. Yet, my penis hardened again under her teasing. She straddled my leg, the Q-spade tattoo on her forehead still lively. She cooed, "Husband, Lin'er wants to say something too! Zaha's genes are simply divine! His children are born as heaven's favored, with strong physiques and extraordinary talents. Lin'er's slutty cunt was filled by his giant dick, and the children conceived—I can feel that domineering aura even in my womb! Husband, though your penis tries hard, alas… what it shoots out, how can it be as thick as Zaha's, or have the presence of the Black Tribe?"
She playfully leaned down, her pink tongue-tip lightly licking the head of my penis. The moist touch made me shiver all over, my penis hardening and softening under her teasing. She giggled, her slender hand suddenly squeezing my testicles, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, pain and pleasure intertwining: "Lin'er thinks Husband's penis can be made useless. You can focus on watching Lin'er scream as Zaha fucks her, conceiving more Black Tribe children. Husband would surely be even more excited!" Her words were crisp and mischievous, the pleasure of my cuckold fetish immersing me in ultimate bliss, my mind filled with images of her being filled.
The three women's torment grew bolder. Li Ying's slender hand kneaded my testicles, her pressure light then heavy; Zhen Jing's jade feet pressed against the base of my penis, the grinding rhythm barely there; Lin'er's fingertips tugged at the tip of my penis, the teasing touch making me unable to extricate myself. My penis constantly hardened and softened under their treading, squeezing, and tugging. Pain and pleasure intertwined, the flames of my cuckold fetish searing my mind, the pleasure making me almost dizzy. I gasped lowly, hoarsely saying, "Ying'er, Jing'er, Lin'er… you're right… My penis… it's useless… discard it…"
Hearing this, the three women giggled, their laughter as clear as silver bells, excitement and mischief flashing in their eyes. Li Ying leaned down, her generous breasts pressing against my chest, and softly said, "Husband is so good! If your penis is useless, Ying'er will let Zaha fuck me more times for you to watch!" Zhen Jing chuckled softly, her jade foot stomping down hard, making me groan: "Husband, Jing'er also promises to conceive more Black Tribe children to make you even more satisfied!" Lin'er giggled, her slender hand tugging forcefully, pain and pleasure intertwined: "Husband, Lin'er will let Zaha fill Lin'er's slutty cunt, so you can watch your fill!"
The licentious aura in the bedroom intensified. The rose petals on the scarlet bedsheet were soaked with sweat and bodily fluids, a sweet and cloying fragrance intertwining with a salty and fishy smell. The air was thick with a suffocating ambiance. The three women's naked bodies glistened with sweat, and the Q-spade tattoos danced in the candlelight, like marks offered for this forbidden "game." I lay on the bed, my body immersed in ultimate pleasure. The joy of my cuckold fetish burned like a fierce flame, my mind filled with images of them being filled by Zaha, the excitement making me almost unable to breathe.
Li Ying saw that I had been played with to my extreme pleasure today, my penis nearly collapsing under their treading, kneading, and tugging. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish made my eyes glazed, my body trembling slightly.
She chuckled softly, a hint of tenderness and mischief flashing in her eyes. Her slender hand released its grip on my testicles, and she softly said, "Husband, you've had enough pleasure today. This concubine will pamper you first."
She leaned down, her generous breasts pressing down like two snow peaks. Her areolas were wide and dark, her nipples erect like black pearls. Beads of sweat slid down her collarbone, dripping onto my chest, bringing a warm sensation. She gently drew my head into her bosom, her ample breasts soft and warm, like two marshmallows completely enveloping me. My face was buried deep in her cleavage, my nostrils filled with the milky fragrance of her skin and the scent of her sweat. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish made my heart pound, my mind a blank. I only felt that this "broad chest path" was too comfortable, soft, warm, and inclusive, as if it could melt all my desires and humiliation.
Li Ying chuckled softly, her slender hand gently stroking the back of my neck, her fingertips adorned with dark nail polish, the touch almost imperceptible, like a feather brushing by. Her seductive voice whispered in my ear, tinged with mischief: "Husband, is this concubine's chest comfortable? From now on, I'll let Husband feel this good every day, buried in my chest, forgetting that useless penis, alright?"
I groaned, my cheeks rubbing against her ample breasts. Her erect nipples brushed against my lips, igniting a tingling numbness. Her breasts gently rose and fell with her breathing, glistening with sweat in the candlelight. The Q-spade tattoo danced on her lower abdomen, like a mark offered for this forbidden "game." Though my penis was already flaccid, it subtly trembled under her teasing, and the flames of my cuckold fetish burned anew.
She paused, then leaned closer, her moist lips pressing against my earlobe, her tongue-tip lightly licking. Her voice grew even deeper: "Husband, the more pleasure you feel, the faster this concubine will discard your penis! By then, you'll only be able to watch this concubine's slutty cunt being filled by Zaha's giant dick, conceiving more Black Tribe children. Won't Husband be even more satisfied?"
Her words pierced my heart like a knife. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined. My body trembled, and images of her reaching climax repeatedly from Zaha's fucking flashed through my mind. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish made me almost dizzy. I gasped lowly, hoarsely saying, "Concubine… you're right… discard it… I just want to watch you be filled…"
Li Ying giggled, forcefully squeezing her ample breasts together. My face completely sank into her cleavage. The suffocating pleasure immersed me in this ultimate tenderness and cruelty: "It depends on my mood~~~ If I'm in a good mood one day, I'll grant your wish."
Subsequently, I was made to ejaculate more than ten times daily by the women…
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One month later, in the early morning, the air in the mansion carried the chill of early autumn. Morning light streamed through the sheer curtains into the main hall. A few withered rose petals were scattered on the scarlet carpet, and the candles on the gilt candelabras had long since burned out, leaving behind a faint sandalwood scent. Last night, Zhen Jing slept with me, her generous breasts pressing against my chest. Her sweat and milky fragrance kept me immersed in the pleasure of my cuckold fetish all night, while Li Ying and Lin'er accompanied Zaha, enjoying the ravaging of his giant dick. In the early morning, I was awakened by a sharp cry of surprise—it was Li Ying's voice, tinged with shock and excitement. Zhen Jing and I quickly donned our silk robes and hurried to Li Ying's room. Pushing open the door, we saw her sitting naked on the scarlet silk bedsheet, her ample breasts slightly drooping, nipples erect, and beads of sweat sliding down her lower abdomen, dripping onto the Q-spade tattoo. Lin'er and Zaha were no longer in the room, presumably having gone elsewhere for their intimacy in the early morning.
The lewd aura in the room was still thick. Dried liquid stains were scattered on the bedsheet, rose petals were crushed to bits, and a sweet and cloying fragrance intertwined with a salty and fishy smell. The air was filled with a suffocating ambiance.
Li Ying's eyes flashed with excitement and mischief. Her slender hand pointed to the small cradle by the bed, her voice trembling slightly: "Husband, Jing'er, come quickly! My son… this little brother…"
Zhen Jing and I followed her gaze. In the cradle lay Li Ying and Zaha's mixed-race child, not yet a year old, his skin a healthy bronze. His features already carried Zaha's domineering aura. The little one was naked, and his tiny penis was exceptionally conspicuous, veins slightly bulging, actually thicker and longer than my own penis by a few points. My throat tightened. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish burned like a fierce flame, my heart filled with a surging wave of humiliation and excitement.
Li Ying giggled, gracefully rising. Her naked body glistened with sweat in the morning light, her ample breasts swaying gently with her movements, her nipples erect like black pearls, and the Q-spade tattoo on her lower abdomen as lively as ever.
She walked towards me, her slender hand gently stroking my chest, her fingertips adorned with dark nail polish, the touch warm and teasing. She softly said, "Husband, look! He's not even a year old, and my son's penis is already bigger than yours! The Black Tribe genes are truly domineering; even a child this small has more presence than Husband's penis!"
Her words pierced my heart like a knife. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined, my penis subtly hardening under my robe. The flames of my cuckold fetish made my heart pound.
She paused, then leaned closer, her moist lips pressing against my earlobe, her tongue-tip lightly licking. Her voice grew even more lewd: "Husband, this concubine's slutty cunt was filled by Zaha, and the children conceived are all the pride of the Black Tribe! This little brother, when he grows up, he'll definitely be even fiercer than Zaha! Husband, your useless penis probably doesn't even have the right to lick this concubine's cunt!"
She giggled, her slender hand sliding towards my penis, gently kneading it through the robe, the pressure almost imperceptible, igniting a tingling numbness. My penis quickly erected under her teasing, only to soften again in her mockery.
Zhen Jing chuckled softly from the side, gracefully walking over, her light pink nail polish gleaming in the morning light. Her robe was half-open, revealing her fair and smooth skin and the Q-spade tattoo.
She softly said, "Husband, Jing'er also feels that this concubine's child is truly a heaven-sent treasure! This little brother's penis is bigger than Husband's. Jing'er's slutty cunt is even getting wet just looking at it!"
She leaned down, her jade foot lightly pressing on my instep, the pressure almost imperceptible, as if treading on a useless toy. My penis hardened again in her mockery.
Li Ying saw that I had been provoked senseless by her lewd words. She giggled, her slender hand forcefully ripping open my robe. My penis was exposed in the morning light, flaccid and tiny. She leaned down, her generous breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples brushing against my skin, bringing a warm sensation. She softly said, "Husband, this concubine thinks your penis looks more and more useless the more I look at it!"
She straddled my leg, her moist slutty cunt pressing against the base of my penis. The warm touch made me groan. She giggled, her slender hand squeezing my testicles, the pressure light then heavy, pain and pleasure intertwined.
Her naked body glistened with sweat, and the Q-spade tattoo danced in the morning light, like a mark offered for this forbidden "game." My penis was powerless and tiny under her manipulation. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish immersed me in ultimate bliss, my mind filled with images of her being filled.
Another month passed, and the air in the mansion carried the chill of late autumn. The rose bushes in the courtyard had long since withered, a few dried leaves were scattered on the scarlet carpet, and the candles on the gilt candelabras had burned out, leaving behind a faint sandalwood scent. The three women's children were now a bit older. Li Ying's mixed-race child was already one and a half, his features brimming with Zaha's domineering aura. Zhen Jing and Lin'er's two children had just turned one, their skin a healthy bronze, their small bodies already revealing the strength of the Black Tribe genes. I was alone, playing with the three children in the courtyard. Sunlight dappled their bronze skin, reflecting glistening beads of sweat. They babbled, calling out "Mama" in their babyish voices, the clear sounds echoing through the courtyard.
Every time I heard that call of "Mama," the flames of my cuckold fetish would sear me. Involuntarily, my mind would twist "Mama" into "Ma Ma" (horse), and a wave of humiliation and pleasure would surge through me. I knelt down, hoarsely saying, "Come, ride on Ma Ma's back!"
The three children giggled, clumsily climbing onto my back. Li Ying's child was the oldest and strongest. His little hands tugged at my hair, and his tiny penis pressed against my back through the cloth, hard and conspicuous, carrying the domineering aura of the Black Tribe genes. My penis subtly hardened under my drawers, the pleasure of my cuckold fetish accelerating my heartbeat, my mind filled with images of them inheriting Zaha's giant dick when they grew up. Zhen Jing's child sat on my shoulder, his little feet kicking my chest. Lin'er's child lay on my back, his little hands patting my buttocks, babbling "Ma Ma run." I prostrated myself on the ground, my knees aching from rubbing on the flagstones. Sweat trickled down, humiliation and pleasure intertwined. The fierce flames of my cuckold fetish made me willingly sink into this forbidden "game," like their mount, carrying the pride of the Black Tribe bloodline.
The three women first discovered me being ridden as a horse by the children one afternoon. The sun was blazing in the courtyard. I lay prostrate on the ground, the three children riding on my back, giggling, their babyish calls of "Ma Ma" rising and falling. My penis alternately hardened and softened under my drawers, the pleasure of my cuckold fetish making me gasp continuously, sweat dripping onto the flagstones. Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er, who had just opened the door, happened to walk in on this scene. Li Ying was used to it, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes. She chuckled softly: "Husband, your cuckold fetish is acting up again? Being ridden as a horse by my son, you must be thrilled!"
She gracefully walked closer, her light purple silk dress clinging to her ample breasts and curvy buttocks. Her nipples were faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric, and beads of sweat slid down her lower abdomen, dripping onto the Q-spade tattoo.
Zhen Jing and Lin'er were initially stunned. Then, hearing Li Ying mention my cuckold fetish and that her eldest son, Wu Hei, had also ridden me like this before, realizing it was merely a re-enactment of past events, a light of relief and lewdness flashed in their eyes.
Zhen Jing softly said, "Husband, Jing'er knew you liked this! Zaha's offspring are all noble, and even their penises are more imposing than Husband's. Isn't it exactly what Husband wants to be ridden as a horse by them?"
She leaned down, her light pink nail polish gleaming in the sunlight. Her slender hand gently stroked my cheek, her moist lips pressed against my earlobe, her tongue-tip lightly licking: "Husband, Jing'er's slutty cunt was filled by Zaha, and the child conceived is riding on your back. Your penis probably doesn't even have the right to lick Jing'er's cunt!"
Her words pierced my heart like a knife. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined, and my penis hardened again under her teasing.
Lin'er giggled, straddling the stone table, her slender hand with pale blue nail polish fiddling with her nipples. Her voice was clear and mischievous: "Husband, Lin'er also thinks Zaha's offspring are born kings! Their penises are only a year old and already bigger than Husband's. Husband, you must be so thrilled being ridden as a horse by them that you're hard, right? Lin'er's slutty cunt is waiting for Zaha to fill it again, so Husband can just focus on being a horse!"
She playfully kicked my buttocks, the force almost imperceptible, as if teasing a useless toy. The children's laughter intertwined with the three women's lewd words. The air in the courtyard was thick with a lewd aura. The flames of my cuckold fetish seared me, my mind filled with images of them being filled by Zaha, the excitement making me almost unable to breathe.
As days passed, everyone in the mansion grew accustomed to the sight of me being ridden as a horse by the children.
Whenever the three women and Zaha were intimate in the bedroom, lewd moans would emanate from the room, shaking the window frames slightly. I would then take the three children alone to play in the courtyard or the main hall. They would ride on my back, babbling "Ma Ma run," their little hands tugging at my hair, their little feet kicking my buttocks, their tiny penises pressing against my back through the cloth, carrying the domineering aura of the Black Tribe genes.
My penis alternately hardened and softened under my drawers. Sweat and humiliation intertwined, and the pleasure of my cuckold fetish made me willingly prostrate myself on the ground, bearing their weight. The moans from the bedroom grew shriller, the three women's slutty cunts squirting from Zaha's giant dick, the sound of liquid dripping onto the scarlet bedsheet faintly audible. My mind was filled with images of them being filled, the flames of my cuckold fetish searing my spirit.
One afternoon, sunlight slanted into the courtyard. I was playing alone with the three children. Li Ying's child rode on my back, his little hands forcefully pulling my hair, as if reining in a wild horse; Zhen Jing's child sat on my shoulder, his little feet kicking my chest; Lin'er's child lay on my buttocks, his little hands patting my back, babbling "Ma Ma run fast." I prostrated myself on the ground, my knees aching, sweat trickling down. My penis hardened and softened under my drawers, and the pleasure of my cuckold fetish made me gasp continuously. Under the rose trellis in the courtyard, the air was filled with a faint floral scent and the smell of sweat. The moans from the bedroom surged like a tide, the intimacy between the three women and Zaha made my heart pound, my mind filled with images of them being ravaged by his giant dick.
Just as I was immersed in this carnival of humiliation and pleasure, the courtyard gate swung open. A crisp sound of jade ornaments announced an arrival. I looked up to see Princess Xiangcheng gracefully walking in, adorned in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, her light gold silk dress clinging to her naked body. Her generous breasts rose high, and her curvy buttocks swayed. Beads of sweat slid down her collarbone, glistening with crystal-like luster. Her features carried a blend of royal dignity and lewdness. Her gaze swept over the scene of me being ridden as a horse by the children. She paused slightly, then a look of appreciation and mischief flashed in her eyes. She softly said, "Long time no see, Physician Wu. I never expected you to be… so interesting now!"
Her words made me tremble. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish burned like a fierce flame, and my penis hardened again under my drawers.
Behind Princess Xiangcheng, a mixed-race child peered out, about a year old, his skin a bronze color, his features brimming with Zaha's domineering aura. The little one was naked from the waist up, and his tiny penis was conspicuous and hard through the cloth, thicker and longer than my own penis by a few points. My throat tightened, humiliation and excitement intertwined, and images of the princess being filled flashed through my mind. The princess chuckled softly, gracefully walked closer, and gently stroked my cheek with her slender hand, her fingertips adorned with vermilion nail polish, the touch warm and teasing: "The Emperor ordered me to find you. From now on, you will be my husband. This is the Emperor's oral decree to you."
She leaned down, her moist lips pressing against my earlobe, her tongue-tip lightly licking: "Physician Wu, how long do you intend to stay stunned here? This Palace is a bit thirsty."
Subsequently, I led her inside. I examined the imperial decree; it was indeed written by the Emperor himself, complete with his seal. Ultimately, I had no choice but to accept it. That night, after informing the other women, they unexpectedly accepted Li Lanxin…
Zaha gained another "harem."
Seven months later, the mansion was filled with the fragrance of newborns and the clear scent of herbs. The scarlet silk bedsheets had been replaced with soft, plain white cotton. The warm winter sun streamed through the window frames, illuminating the tired but happy smiles of Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er. Their second children were born almost simultaneously. The three mixed-race babies' skin glowed with health, and their features carried Zaha's valiant spirit. Their cries were clear and full of vitality. In the delivery room, the scent of medicine intertwined with a warm atmosphere. Servants quietly brought hot water and herbs, and gentle wisps of green smoke rose from the gilt incense burner, creating a serene and warm ambiance.
Li Ying leaned back against the soft pillow, her ample breasts gently rising and falling. Milk dripped, sliding along her Q-spade tattoo and across her fair abdomen, gleaming softly. She smiled gently, her voice soft and elegant: "Husband, Ying'er has added another healthy child for you. Look at this little one, so much like Zaha, his features are entirely his shadow. Of course, he also resembles Husband a tiny bit, haha."
She gently stroked the child's cheek, her eyes filled with loving tenderness. Zhen Jing lay on the adjacent bed, her delicate body glowing warmly, breasts swollen and milk seeping into the bedsheet. She softly said, "Husband, Jing'er's child is also admirable, as robust as Zaha. Are you happy, Husband?"
Lin'er chuckled, her rosy cheeks flushed with a blush: "Husband, Lin'er's little darling is also very strong, look at his tiny hand, he grips so tightly!"
Princess Xiangcheng had already integrated into this warm family, pregnant with Zaha's child, just three months along.
Six months later, the cold wind of deep winter howled, yet inside the mansion, it was warm as spring. Candlelight flickered on the gilt candlesticks, illuminating rose petals scattered across the scarlet silk bedsheets. Princess Xiangcheng's child was born smoothly, another mixed-race child, with healthy glowing skin and a small body full of vitality, his features carrying Zaha's heroic spirit. Inside the birthing room, the scent of medicine mingled with a warm aura. The princess's delicate body gleamed with sweat, her huge breasts swollen, milk dripping and sliding down the Spade Q tattoo to her lower abdomen, soaking the bedsheet.
One night, moonlight spilled into the courtyard. Zaha stood beneath the rose trellis, his muscles soft yet powerful in the moonlight, his gigantic penis quietly hanging, exuding a natural vitality. He chuckled softly, his voice gentle and with a hint of excitement: "Brother, my strength... it seems to be even greater."
That night, Zaha and the four women intimately embraced in the bedroom, their laughter and whispers softly echoing, filled with tenderness. After each intimacy, new small tattoos appeared on the women's bodies besides the Spade Q tattoo, and I always felt they were familiar, as if I had seen them before.
A year later, sperm-shaped Spade tattoos emerged around Li Ying's nipples, encircling her areolas; vine-shaped tattoos spiraled out on Zhen Jing's lower abdomen, beautifully entwining her Spade Q tattoo; it was then I realized these were the 'black charm' tattoos of later generations.
Ten years flashed by like a white colt galloping past a crack. The mansion's courtyard had long changed its appearance; the rose trellis was replaced by grapevines, the scarlet carpet faded to dark red, the candles on the gilt candlesticks had burned out, leaving behind a faint sandalwood fragrance and the traces of time. The three women—Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er—each gave birth to four sons, a total of twelve children, all Zaha's mixed-race offspring, inheriting the Black race's strength and imposing aura. Although these children called me "Father," their features were entirely Zaha's shadow; even at a young age, their penises were noticeable, and their presence extraordinary. Whenever they called me "Father," my cuckold fetish burned like raging flames, humiliation and pleasure intertwined, my mind filled with images of the three women being filled by Zaha's gigantic cock.