Inside a luxuriously designed room filled with exquisite furniture and grand murals, wet flesh-clapping sounds rang out, accompanied by the sweet, broken moans of a woman. Yanlian was being taken from behind by Jian, completely overwhelmed.
Her eyes had rolled back, her mouth hung open as drool slipped free. She could no longer form words. All she could do was moan. She was utterly at Jian's mercy.
Jian gripped her hair tightly and pounded into her relentlessly. Her dragon tail was crushed between their bodies, the added pressure making each thrust even more intoxicating. He had been having sex with Yanlian like this for an entire day without pause.
At last, Jian released her hair and shoved her forward, she fell on the mattress. Looking at her limp body, Jian couldn't help but feel that this little lizard of his really was firy and passionate. She liked this kind of play. In the past, she would provoke him to go rough on her.
Jian sighed.
Then he turned her over and slid his erect rod back inside her, driving deep enough to strike her most sensitive point and knock the breath from her lungs. Without hesitation, he began another brutal round of thrusting.
If his wives had any weird kinks, it was his job as their husband to fulfil them... of course within boundaries.
One hand groped her right breast, kneading it hard enough to leave marks behind, while the other closed around her throat. The pressure made her insides tighten around him. Feeling her response, Jian growled and thrust even harder, rocking his hips with savage intent.
Then he released her throat and pressed down on her lower body, forcing her muscles to clench even tighter around him.
The overwhelming pleasure shattered her. Yanlian came instantly, and the sudden tightness dragged Jian over the edge with her. He unleashed his load deep inside her.
Jian bent forward and kissed her fiercely, still rocking his hips slightly as he finished spilling himself into her.
"Will you ever pull that kind of stunt again, my little lizard~~?
Jian whispered into her ears, still deep within her. Yanlians eyes turned to him. They were misty and dark with plasure. She was clearly not in the right mind with all the pounding. She gave a a wea smile and said slurring,
"I'm Sowwy masteeerr~~ I will newer be bad agaainn~~ hehe~"
'!!!'
Jian's throat went dry and eye went wide. He kissed her fiercely again. Dominating her tongue. Seeing Yanlian like that, Jian's desire was reignited.
They went again.
This time, Yanlian took Jian into her mouth. He grabbed her horns like handles and used them to guide her movements, taking control as he drove himself between her lips.
Their bodies rolled together again and again, colliding, separating, and colliding once more, until days blurred into one continuous cycle of heat and release.
Time passed like an unstoppable wave of a river.
After Jian finally separated from Yanlian, he went to visit his other wives. Though they maintained contact with him over the years, the relationships had grown strained.
Jian could feel it clearly.
He realized they needed warmth, not distance. Jian again, couldn't help but feel embarrassed at his sheer stupidity! His line of thought was something in between the idea that they will be better off on their own until he fully sorted it out...
The past years, he would randomly get second hand embarrassment every time he remembers these thoughts! They were haunting him like dark past of an adult who did stupid stuff in high school...
But what was done was done. He could only move on and try to fix what he had damaged.
So Jian began spending time with everyone equally. He moved from one wife's residence to another, but not always for intimacy. Often, he simply talked with them.
He listened.
He heard their complaints, their worries, their frustrations. His goal was not indulgence, but restoration.
He wanted to rebuild what had fractured. To cultivate their hearts. To draw closer again.
He devoted significant time to each wife. They chatted, laughed, shared meals, made love when the moment felt right, and even went out together on quiet dates, disguised as ordinary travelers wandering the world.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
The world itself did not change much. Its rhythm continued steadily, as it always had.
Now, Jian was heading toward the Audience Island, the land designated for official audiences with him and his wives. The estate was divided into three layers: the lower layer, the middle layer, and the upper layer.
The lower layer was where the families of his wives were permitted to arrive and request visitation. From there, they could proceed to the middle layer to meet their relatives.
The middle layer was also where anyone who had earned the right to an official audience with Jian would gather.
The Audience Island was massive, spanning nearly one hundred thousand kilometers in diameter. At its center stood a colossal palace radiating a Divine aura. This palace was not only the site of audiences, but also the core of the entire formation sustaining the estate.
Jian was walking through the long hallways of the Audience Palace. His destination was the main audience hall.
At his side walked his twenty-fifth wife.
They held hands as they walked. Neither spoke, yet both wore faint smiles.
Cecilia Wuji was a purple-haired, obsidian-eyed woman of celestial beauty. A Purple-blooded Tyrant. A branch race of the human race.
Cecilia asked for little in life. All she ever wanted was to live happily with her husband.
When Jian had once gone mad, he had treated her coldly, even cruelly. He pushed her away,
convinced he needed distance. Cecilia had tried to reach him at first, approaching gently, attempting to break through his icy exterior with love and understanding.
When that failed, she gave him the space he demanded.
And then she waited.
She believed that if she was patient enough, her husband would one day return to himself. Her patience has boren fruit!
Now, the cold faced man who had vanished was gone.
Jian was back his old playful self.
Even though her wait had lasted millions of years, she regretted none of it. Lost in thought, she realized they had arrived before the gate.
The massive gate was forged from gold, adorned with intricate designs of landscapes and mythical beasts. It opened on its own, revealing the chamber beyond.
"Hello, my honeypuffs! How have you been?"
Jian said loudly.
Every head inside turned toward them.
Cecilia's senior sisters were already present, all of her sisters present were staring openly at her. A few of her close friends exchanged knowing looks, clearly planning to tease her and make her squirm under the attention.
Cecilia held firm! She did nothing wrong!
Jian glanced at her, chuckled softly, kissed her forehead, and then walked toward his throne.
The audience chamber was grand, arranged with twenty-five seats lining either side of a long red carpet that stretched through the center.
Massive pillars supported the high ceiling, while enormous glass windows revealed the vast island beyond. At the far end stood Jian's throne.
He ascended the aisle and seated himself.
To his right left sat his first and fourth wife. And to his right was his second and third wife.
This arrangement had not been Jian's decision. It had been theirs, agreed upon long ago with mutual respect. Seeing their unity, Jian had never objected. Old memories surfaced for a brief moment.
Jian smiled at them, then looked across the chamber.