The moon hung high over Qinghe Town, silver light spilling across the rooftops like liquid mercury. The royal courtyard Princess Li Qing had claimed for her stay was quiet, isolated from the rest of the town by high walls and royal guards who knew better than to interfere.
I arrived alone, still wearing the blood-stained black robes from the tournament. The iron scent of battle clung to me, but I made no effort to wash it away. Let her see the truth of what I was.
Two guards at the gate bowed deeply and stepped aside without a word. They had watched me slaughter half the Ye Clan's best disciples today. No one dared challenge me now.
The inner courtyard was elegant — flowering spirit trees, a small koi pond glowing with soft light, and a large pavilion with silk curtains fluttering in the night breeze. Li Qing stood inside, waiting.
She had changed.
Gone were the heavy imperial robes. She wore a thin, flowing crimson dress that clung to her curves like liquid fire, the fabric so sheer it hinted at the smooth jade skin beneath. Her long black hair cascaded freely down her back, and a single golden hairpin held a few strands in place. No guards. No maids. Just her.
She turned as I entered, phoenix eyes gleaming with open desire and challenge.
"You came," she said softly. "Still covered in the blood of your enemies. Bold."
I stepped closer until only a foot separated us. "You invited a butcher into your bedchamber, Princess. Did you expect perfume and flowers?"
A low, throaty laugh escaped her. "I expected power. And you reek of it."
She reached up, fingers tracing the dried blood on my chest. Her touch was light, yet it sent heat racing through my veins.
"I watched every kill today," she whispered, stepping even closer until her breasts brushed my chest. "The way you moved… the way you took their limbs, their heads, without hesitation. It should have disgusted me. Instead, it made me wet."
Her honesty was as intoxicating as the God Rock's power.
I slid one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. My other hand cupped her chin, tilting her face up.
"You want a monster, Princess?"
"I want you," she breathed, eyes half-lidded. "The man who rose from trash to sovereign in a single day. The man who looks at a princess and sees an equal, not a prize."
Our lips crashed together.
The kiss was fierce, hungry — nothing gentle about it. Her tongue met mine with equal fire. She tasted of spirit wine and wild cherries. Her hands roamed my chest, tearing at the blood-stained robes until they fell open, exposing my newly sculpted physique.
I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the large silk-covered bed inside the pavilion. We tumbled onto it, mouths still locked.
Li Qing's dress slipped from her shoulders with one tug, revealing perfect, full breasts tipped with rosy nipples already hard with arousal. I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, sucking and biting until she gasped and arched beneath me.
"Tianhen…" she moaned, fingers digging into my hair.
I worshipped her body with mouth and hands — sucking one nipple deep into my mouth while rolling the other between my fingers. She writhed, hips grinding against the hard bulge in my pants.
When I moved lower, kissing down her flat stomach, she spread her legs shamelessly. Her sex was already glistening with slick arousal. I licked a long, slow stripe up her folds, tasting her sweetness, then circled her swollen pearl with my tongue.
Li Qing cried out, back bowing off the bed. "Yes— right there— ah!"
I devoured her relentlessly, two fingers sliding inside her tight heat, curling to find that perfect spot while my tongue flicked faster. Her thighs clamped around my head as she came hard, juices flooding my mouth, her scream echoing through the courtyard.
Before she could recover, I shed the rest of my clothes. My cock sprang free — thick, hard, veined, and throbbing with need.
Li Qing's eyes darkened with lust as she stared. "So big…" She reached down, wrapping her fingers around me, stroking once, twice. "I want it. Now."
I positioned myself between her thighs, rubbing the swollen head against her slick entrance.
"Look at me," I commanded.
Our eyes locked.
I thrust in deep in one powerful stroke, burying myself to the hilt inside her tight, scorching heat.
Li Qing's mouth opened in a silent cry, nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. The pain only fueled me.
I began to move — long, deep, ruthless strokes that made the bed creak and her breasts bounce with every impact. The wet sound of our joining filled the pavilion, mixed with her breathless moans and my low grunts.
"Harder," she gasped, legs locking around my waist. "Fuck me like you fight — without mercy."
I obliged.
I gripped her hips, pounding into her with brutal force. Each thrust slammed against her deepest point, making her walls clench and flutter around me. Sweat glistened on our bodies. Her cries grew louder, more desperate.
When I felt her tightening again, I reached between us and rubbed her clit in tight circles.
She shattered.
Her orgasm hit like a storm — inner walls spasming violently around my cock, milking me as she screamed my name. The sensation pushed me over the edge.
With a deep groan I buried myself as deep as possible and came hard, flooding her womb with thick, hot pulses of seed.
We stayed locked together, panting, bodies trembling with aftershocks.
After a long moment, Li Qing laughed softly, a satisfied, husky sound. She pulled me down for a slower, deeper kiss.
"You are mine now, Ye Tianhen," she whispered against my lips. "And I am yours. No other man will ever touch me. I swear it on my royal blood."
I brushed a strand of hair from her flushed face, surprisingly gentle after the ferocity of our coupling.
"And you will stand beside me as I conquer far more than this small clan," I replied. "Across continents. Across worlds. You will be the first of my wives — my royal flame."
She smiled, eyes shining with fierce loyalty and fresh desire.
"Then take me again, my sovereign. The night is still young."
I rolled us so she straddled me, her hands braced on my chest as she began to ride me with the same fiery passion.
The God Rock pulsed warmly in my discarded robes nearby, as if approving of the new bond being forged.
Tonight, I claimed my first wife.
Tomorrow, the real journey would begin.