The Testing Hall was a circular chamber constructed of obsidian, illuminated by the soft, pulsating glow of spirit runes etched into the floor. Tianmo was a little shocked to see that they had built this within a single day. Well, it is to be expected.
The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of incense.
She stood before the orb, her back to Tianmo. She had discarded her heavy outer robes, leaving her clad only in a thin, sheer undergarment of snow-white silk that clung to her curves like a second skin, for who knows why.
The fabric was damp with her sweat, outlining the heavy, voluptuous swell of her hips and the deep cleft of her buttocks.
She turned slowly, her movements fluid, designed to catch the light and draw the eye. Her face was flushed a delicate pink, her eyes half-lidded.
"Young Master..." she muttered, her voice husky and low, trembling like a leaf in a storm. She took a step toward him, her bare feet making no sound on the cold stone. "This concubine... is ready to test her aptitude."
Tianmo sat on a raised stone dais, one leg crossed over the other, his elbow resting on the armrest, his chin propped on his palm. He watched her with the predatory stillness of a dragon observing a particularly tasty sheep.
"Well then begin," he commanded, his voice flat, yet it seemed to vibrate through the floor and into her very bones. The spirit root testing that hard. You just put your palm and it will automatically show the result.
Madam Zhu bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft, red flesh until a bead of blood welled up. She raised a trembling hand and pressed it against the surface of the Spirit Testing Orb.
Hummmm.
The orb flared to life, a beam of crimson light shooting up to the high ceiling, illuminating the dark hall with a bloody glow. Within the crystal, mist swirled and condensed, forming the shape of a blooming red peony intertwined with a serpent.
"Earth-grade... Serpent-Twin Spirit Root," Tianmo murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly. "A rare affinity for poison and yin arts. No wonder the Yin poisoning took root so easily."
Madam Zhu gasped, her knees buckling as the energy of the test washed over her. The crimson light bathed her skin, making her look like a goddess of debauchery descended from the depths of sinful hell.
She slumped forward, catching herself on the edge of the dais, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Such a dramatic occurrence?! Even the most absurd indian series dare not write it.
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"Uuuu...♡" The sound was torn from her throat, a mix of exhaustion and the relentless throbbing between her legs. "It burns... Young Master... the cold fire... it's eating me alive... Hnnghhh!♡"
She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears of desperation. She knew the protocol. She knew the 'cure' that Tianmo had offered, the cure her husband was too weak and too proud to administer. And in this moment, with the poison coursing through her veins like liquid ice, she didn't care about morality, or dignity, or the sanctity of her marriage. She cared only about survival, and the dark, tantalizing promise of the power radiating from the man before her.
"Please..." she crawled up the steps of the dais, her hands trembling as they touched his knees. She looked up at him, her posture one of total submission, the posture to awaken the inner demon of a man.
"Save this lowly servant... Use me... Fill the void...♡"
Tianmo looked down at her. He saw the lust, yes, but he also saw the calculation. She was a drowning woman grabbing at a raft. He reached out, his hand gripping her chin, his fingers cool against her feverish skin. He tilted her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. This woman is trying to seduce him in the stupidest way possible.
"You beg for life-saving grace," Tianmo said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into her very marrow.
"Yet, your eyes shine with ambition. Do not think I cannot see the greed swirling beneath those tears, Madam Zhu..."
He didn't wait for her denial. Instead, he tightened his grip on her chin, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip, pressing down until her mouth opened slightly.
He inserted his finger thumb inside her mouth.
Madam Zhu didn't flinch; she welcomed the intrusion with a fervor that bordered on religious devotion. Her lips, soft and swollen, sealed around his thumb, creating a tight, wet vacuum. Her tongue, hot and agile, swirled around the thick knuckle, lapping at the taste of his skin with a hunger that made her eyes roll back.
"Mmm...♡ Chuu...♡ Slurp...♡"
The sound was lewd, echoing obscenely in the silent hall.
She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing out, her saliva coating his thumb in a thick, glistening sheen. She looked up at him, her gaze hazy and unfocused, filled with a worshipful adoration that was entirely fabricated yet terrifyingly convincing in its intensity.
She wanted to show him that she could be the most obedient vessel, the most pleasurable hole, if it meant power.
Tianmo watched her, his expression unmoved, though a dark fire ignited in the depths of his eyes. He felt the wet heat of her mouth, the rough friction of her tongue against his skin. It was a base sensation, animalistic and raw.
"Is this the extent of your sincerity?" he asked, his voice low, vibrating against her lips. "A wet mouth and a few tears?"
He withdrew his thumb slowly, a thick bridge of saliva connecting his skin to her lips before snapping with a soft, wet sound. The string of fluid glistened in the crimson light.
"Hnnn... Haaaah"
Madam Zhu gasped, panting, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe. The loss of his finger left her feeling empty, a hollow ache that resonated with the cold fire in her womb. She needed more. She needed to be filled, stretched, and claimed by the terrifying power radiating from him.
She didn't speak with words; her body was her language.
She leaned forward, her hands trembling as they reached for the sash of his robe. With a desperate tug, the knot gave way, and the black fabric parted, revealing the chiseled expanse of his chest and abdomen, muscles rippling like dormant dragons under pale skin.
Her eyes traveled downward, locking onto the bulge straining against his lower garments. It was a monstrous outline, thick and heavy.
Gulp!
"So... big..." she whimpered, her voice cracking.
"Uuuu...♡"
With trembling fingers, she pulled down the final barrier. The beast sprang free, slapping heavily against her face with a dull, meaty thud.
It was a pillar of flesh, extra thick and perfectly veined, pulsating with a heat that seemed to burn her skin. The sheer size of it was terrifying, a weapon of conquest that pledged to ruin her vagina forever.
"Hhh..." Madam Zhu's breath hitched in her throat, a mixture of paralyzing fear and an intoxicating, overwhelming lust. The scent coming out of his big cock was clouding her mind.
The Yin poisoning in her womb screamed for this Yang essence, recognizing it as the only antidote to her suffering, the most common reaction.
"So... thick... It's like a pillar of heaven..." she muttered lightly, her voice trembling as she wrapped both hands around the girthy shaft. Her fingers couldn't even meet, so vast was his circumference. "It's so much bigger and thicker than your father.... Ahhh!"
With pure womanly instinct, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum glistening at the tip. It was salty, musky, and highly potent.
"Nnnnnnggg..." A shiver ran down her spine, and a low, guttural moan escaped her lips.
"Mmmnnn...♡" She began to worship him, her tongue tracing the throbbing veins that ran along the length of his shaft like rivers of power.
"Muuuchhhh!" She kissed the head, her lips soft and yielding, before taking him into her mouth again.
"Guggg..." She tried to take as much as she could, but he was simply too large. He hit the back of her throat, choking her, making her eyes water, but she didn't stop.
She wanted to devour him, to consume his essence until there was nothing left.
"Guhh... Chuu...♡ Mmm...♡"
"Slurppl! Slurp! Shlurrrrppp!"
The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the hall, a lewd symphony of desire. Saliva dripped down her chin, coating her cleavage in a sticky sheen. She looked up at him, her eyes watery and submissive, begging for his approval, begging for him to use her as he saw fit.
Tianmo watched her, his gaze cold and detached, yet the heat in his blood was rising. The sight of this beautiful, mature woman—his father's concubine—degrading herself so willingly for him was a natural aphrodisiac, a powerful one to be precise.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands, and forced her head down, impaling her throat deeper on his shaft.
"Gackk! Hnnnghhh!♡"
She gagged, her throat convulsing around the intrusion, but the pain only heightened the pleasure.
The Yin fire inside her raged, burning hotter, demanding to be quenched. She could feel her pussy weeping, soaking the thin silk of her undergarments, aching to be stretched and filled by the world-destroying monster in her mouth.
Gwak! Gwak!
The wet, lewd sounds of her gagging echoed in the chamber, if anyone were to be outside, they could hear it crystal clear. Tianmo held her there for a moment, enjoying the convulsing tightness of her throat, the way her muscles spasmed around the intrusion in a desperate attempt to accommodate his girth.
Then, with a rough tug, he pulled her back.
"Haaaah..." Madam Zhu gasped, a thick, viscous string of saliva connecting her swollen, red lips to the angry, purple head of his cock. It stretched like a bridge of sin before snapping, splattering wetly against her heaving chest.
"Cough... Cough..." She coughed, her chest heaving, her eyes rolling back as she struggled to fill her burning lungs with air.
"Haaah... Haaah...♡" Her voice was a ragged whisper, ruined by the brutal throat-fucking.
"So... deep...♡ It reached... my soul...♡" Madam Zhu gasped, her voice a ruined, breathless whisper. She wiped the saliva from her chin with the back of her hand, her eyes glazed and unfocused, yet burning with a feverish intensity.
She looked down at her own body. The sheer white undergarment was soaked through, the fabric transparent and clinging, revealing the dark, swollen outline of her nether lips beneath. She was dripping, her essence flowing like a river in spring monsoon, her thighs slick with her need.
"Please..." She crawled forward, getting up, her heavy breasts dragging against the cold stone of the dais, her ass high in the air, swaying invitingly. "Don't make this concubine wait... The fire... it's consuming me...♡"
She reached back, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her soaked undergarments, peeling the wet silk down her wide, birthing hips. The fabric slid down her legs, pooling around her knees, leaving her completely exposed to the cool air and his burning gaze.
Her womanhood was a sight to behold, a masterpiece of erotic nature. It was not merely a part of her body; it was a flower in full, desperate bloom. The outer lips were swollen and flushed a bright pink, glistening with the thick, translucent nectar of her arousal. They parted slightly like the petals of a dew-laden lotus opening at dawn, revealing the delicate, trembling inner folds within.
At the center, her entrance was a small, tight hole that pulsed rhythmically, clenching around nothing as if begging to be filled. It wept profusely, the clear fluids trailing down her thighs like the morning dew sliding off a sacred lotus leaf. The scent of her arousal was thick and musky, a perfume of pure Yin that mingled with the masculine musk of Tianmo's cock, creating an intoxicating fog of lust that clouded the mind.
"A lotus... dripping with poison and honey... Touch yourself, let me see you squirt. Beg me while playing yourself, if you managed to satisfy me with your words and actions, I might consider giving you the rod." Tianmo commanded, his voice devoid of warmth, yet it carried a dark, compelling authority that bypassed her ears and resonated directly with the trembling core of her being.
Madam Zhu's breath quickened, a sharp intake of air that sounded like a sob. The command was humiliating, stripping away the remnants of her dignity as a noble wife of the Wang Family, yet the dark fire in her blood burned hotter at the degradation. She was no longer Madam Zhu, the high-ranking concubine; she was a bitch in heat, a vessel desperate to be filled. A pussy awaiting the storm, a cave ready to be stretched and accommodate a dragon.
She didn't hesitate. The need to obey, to please, and to quench the agonizing void in her womb overrode all shame.
"Hnnn...♡ Y-Yes... Young Master...♡"
She leaned back, resting her weight on one arm while her other hand traveled down the soft, trembling expanse of her stomach. She teased him with her eyes, biting her lower lip. With a soft, breathy whimper, she parted her nether lips with two fingers, exposing the glistening, pearl-like clit that throbbed with every beat of her heart. The cool air of the hall kissed the wet heat, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine.
"Ahhh...♡"
She began to circle the sensitive bud with her middle finger, slow, deliberate circles that made her hips buck involuntarily. The wet, squelching sound of her own juices filled the silence, lewd and magnified in the quiet chamber.
Schlick... Schlick... Schlick...
"Uuuu...♡ It's... so wet..."
"Mmmnnn...♡ It's... so hot...♡"
Madam Zhu's hips rolled in a slow, sinful rhythm, her fingers dancing over the slick, swollen folds of her sex. She was putting on a show, a performance of raw, unadulterated debauchery designed to ensnare the senses. Her head fell back, the long cascade of her black hair spilling over the stone floor like ink, exposing the pale, vulnerable curve of her neck.
"Look... Young Master...♡" she gasped, her voice trembling with a mixture of shame and intense arousal. "The lotus... it's opening... just for you...♡"
She plunged two fingers deep into her dripping entrance, the wet squelch sound echoing obscenely in the silent hall. Her inner walls clamped down instantly around the fingers, greedy and tight, trying to milk the intrusion, but it wasn't enough. It was a hollow satisfaction, a mere tease compared to the pillar of flesh she had just worshipped.
"Aaahnnn!♡ Hnnghhh!♡"
She curled her fingers upward, rubbing against that rough, sensitive patch deep inside, causing her back to arch violently. Her heavy breasts bounced with the motion, the dark-pink nipples hard and throbbing, visible through the sheer, sweat-soaked fabric of her undergarment.
"So... empty...♡ Fingers... fingers aren't enough...♡" She withdrew them, strings of her clear, viscous arousal connecting her fingers to her fluttering hole, stretching like spider silk before snapping. She brought the glistening fingers to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste her own essence, her eyes locked on Tianmo's, burning with a feverish need.
"Please...♡ I need... the rod... Break this lotus... Crush the poison..."
"Was I unclear?! I said let me see you squirt, not just play with your fingers," Tianmo's voice cut through the air, colder than the obsidian floor she knelt upon.
The words stung, but they also acted like a whip cracking over a racehorse.
"I... I am sorry, Young Master! This concubine... this concubine will try harder!"
She bit her lip, drawing blood, the metallic tang mixing with the salty taste of her own arousal. She needed to prove her worth. She needed to show him that she was not just a hole, but a chalice worthy of his divine essence.
She plunged three fingers back into her sopping wet heat, the wet schlick sound echoing lewdly in the vast hall. She curled them upward, attacking that rough, sensitive spot inside her with a desperate, almost violent rhythm.
"Ah! Ahn!♡ Hnnnghhh!♡"
Her hips bucked off the cold stone, her body moving on its own, driven by the fire in her blood. Her other hand moved to her clit, rubbing the swollen nub in tight, fast circles, the friction sending electric jolts of pleasure-pain shooting up her spine.
The pressure built rapidly, a dam threatening to burst inside her lower abdomen. The Yin poison seemed to amplify every sensation, making her nerves scream with ecstasy.
She could feel the fluid gathering, a tide rising within her, demanding release.
"Aaaahnnn!♡ It's... It's coming!♡ The lotus... It's going to bloom!♡"
With a final, guttural cry, her body arched into a perfect bow, her toes curling, her thighs trembling violently.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
A clear, glistening fountain of fluid erupted from her depths, spraying high into the air before raining down onto the obsidian floor and her own thighs.
"Haaaaah... Haaaaah...♡"
Madam Zhu collapsed back onto the floor, her chest heaving, her eyes rolled back so far only the whites were visible. Her pussy continued to twitch and spasm, small spurts of fluid leaking out with every convulsion, pulsing like a dying heart.
"Interesting... l will make you squirt even harder and non-stop."
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