Lanya's breath hitched at Shi Yang's words, a mix of emotions swirling within her—fear of what was to come tangled with an undeniable spark of desire.
She knew she should be fighting him—to resist this invasion—but instead found herself melting into him like wax before a flame. Her body seemed to crave this claiming—even as her mind recoiled in horror.
Shi Yang's hands slid down her sides to grip her hips firmly, guiding her movements as he began to thrust in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. Each plunge sent ripples of pleasure through Lanya's core—a sensation so intense it bordered on pain.
"Ah...!" she gasped, clenching around him involuntarily. The tightness of her inner walls seemed to draw him in deeper with each pass—milking his length in a way that made his eyes glaze over with lust.
Lanya felt herself growing more wet with each movement—her body responding shamelessly to Shi Yang's dominance despite everything she knew was wrong.
"You like this," he purred into her ear before nipping at it again—his teeth grazing delicate skin that made Lanya shudder and moan without meaning to.
His words cut through any lingering doubts she might have had—reminding Lanya that she now belonged solely to him—a plaything for his pleasure alone.
As if sensing his control over her was complete now—a switch had flipped within Lanya—the last vestiges of resistance melted away like morning frost under springtime sun.
"Yes," she whispered breathlessly—"I like it..."
Shi Yang groaned low and deep at hearing those words on Lanya's lips—the admission spurring him on even faster until their bodies were moving in tandem like two halves of the same whole.
He pounded into her now—harder and faster than before—the hut creaking ominously under their fierce coupling...
And Lanya was lost—utterly consumed by the sensations wracking through every fiber of her being.
His glans hit against her womb repeatedly, sending her fly with that strange and new sensation, "do you feel that~" he teased slamming deep into her, "your body want to bare my child, it wants me to paint you raw with my seed, "
She moaned, her back arched, "Yes, yes, " she repeated, gasping for air as his momentous strength sent tramores through her body, "make me a mother, "
Shi Yang's pace increased, his strokes becoming more erratic as he chased his release. Lanya felt him throb within her, each pulse sending shockwaves through her own sensitive body.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice strained with exertion. "Show me how much you crave my touch."
Lanya's climax built rapidly, her inner walls clenching around Shi Yang's thick length in rhythmic spasms. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed and filled was overwhelming—it pushed her over the edge into a maelstrom of pleasure.
"Yes!" she cried out, her body arching back against him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. "I'm... I'm?!"
Shi Yang groaned at the feeling of Lanya's tightness convulsing around him—her release triggering his own. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and spilled his seed deep within her womb.
Their moans blended together in a primal chorus as they rode out the aftershocks of their passion—their bodies still joined intimately despite their ragged breathing.
As the haze of lust began to clear from their minds, both realized that this moment marked a profound shift in their relationship—a bond forged not just by desire but by something darker and more sinister...
Shi Yang nasuled against her shoulder, "I love the way you wrap around me, " he murmured against her ear, his fingers trailed lazily. Before going to her hands, "let's try something new~"
He pulled her arms, that she was using to support herself, off the ground and then he began thrusting, "Ah~ Husband~" She moaned, as he didn't give her more then a moment to catch her breath before his hips began slamming it to her rear.
Slap! Slap!
Lanya's rippled like water, tramoring all over as her head moved back in ectacy, "Ah-Ah~" her arms were pulled to their limits. Shi Yang went forward, kissing her passionately, whilst using her without restraint.
Mmm~ she hummed sweetly, "Husband~"
Shi Yang's thrusts intensified further still until Lanya felt like she was being split open from within. The pain was exquisite—sharp and all-consuming.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her cries rose in pitch as he pounded into her relentlessly.
The hut spun around them in dizzying circles. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
Lanya's body began to tighten around him once more—her climax building rapidly under the onslaught of his passion.
"Please! Husband!" she begged, her voice ragged with need. "Make a mess out of me!"
Shi Yang's grin was feral—his eyes burning with dark desire as he felt Lanya's walls fluttering around him.
"Now," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come for me again."
With that demand, Shi Yang drove into her one final time—and held himself deep inside Lanya's quivering heat as she shattered around him once more.
Their bodies jerked and spasmed together in perfect synchrony—lost to the torrent of their shared pleasure.
As the waves finally began to recede, Shi Yang slowly withdrew from Lanya's tender flesh. He gathered her close and pressed his lips to the top of her head in a possessive caress.
"Well done," he murmured against her hair. "You've pleased your husband."
Shi Yang looked down at Lanya's flushed face—her eyes half-lidded with lingering pleasure—and smiled to himself. He had broken her completely.
No longer would she resist him or question his dominance. She knew now that she belonged to him utterly—body, mind, and soul.
And he would never let her go.
His hand stroked over her hair as he pulled her close against his chest. "Rest now," he whispered into her ear. "You'll need your strength for what comes next."
Lanya nodded dazedly against his skin—her thoughts already drifting toward dark anticipation. She knew Shi Yang would not be satisfied until he had claimed every inch of her.
And she would let him—because in this twisted world where strength reigned supreme...she craved nothing more than to be owned by him completely.
—
Fifteen minutes later.
Lanya had fallen asleep in Shi Yang's arms, her breathing soft and steady, her body limp with exhaustion. He watched her for a moment, unreadable eyes tracing the peaceful lines of her face. Once he was certain she had sunk into a deep sleep, he covered her bare form with a pelt taken from the tiger carcass earlier and lifted her effortlessly into his arms.
He stepped out of the hut.
The night air hit him—cold and crisp—and the scent of blood and charred fur drifted from the center of the village. The tribesmen had already begun butchering the fallen tigers, their crude stone blades stained red as they stripped hide from muscle and muscle from bone. Fires had been lit and meat hung from wooden racks to dry. When Shi Yang appeared, all motion halted.
Dozens of wary eyes lifted.
Fear. Awe. Submission.
The savages dropped to one knee, heads pressed to the dirt.
The tribal chief stepped forward, old and hunched but reverent in his trembling. His eyes darted briefly to the woman in Shi Yang's arms—his own granddaughter—and then quickly away. He bowed low.
"Great One," the chief rasped, voice cracking with age and terror. "We pray that… that the offering has pleased you."
Shi Yang arched a brow, amused. "Pleased me?" He adjusted his grip on Lanya slightly. "She'll do… for now."
The tribesmen shifted uncomfortably. The chief's jaw tightened. "If not," he croaked, forcing steadiness into his voice, "there are more young women of the tribe. Untouched. If you prefer another, we will bring them to you."
Shi Yang's lips curved—cold and dangerous. "No need. Perhaps I'll sample another…" His gaze swept lazily across the tribe, sending shudders through the women who dared not look up. "If I ever grow bored of this one."
A ripple of dread spread among them. The chief nodded desperately. "As you wish, Great One."
Shi Yang's voice hardened. "Now—take me to the jars."
The chief blinked, confused for a moment before realization hit him. He swallowed and gestured weakly for Shi Yang to follow. "At once… at once."
They led him to the far end of the village, where a great pile of clay jars had been stacked around a shallow pit. Hundreds of them—sealed with mud, wrapped with animal sinew, stained dark from age. They contained their most sacred offering… Night Dancers.
The chief bowed again. "Great One, these are the jars you requested. Holding half of our night-dancing bugs. Then belong to you now."
Shi Yang stepped forward and surveyed the mountain of clay vessels. A thin smile formed on his lips.
"Good," he said. "All of them… are mine."
He inhaled once—deep and slow. Power surged.
水化龙形 — Water Transformation Dragon.
His flesh rippled like liquid. The air thundered. His body twisted and elongated as scales of deep ocean blue erupted across expanding limbs. Muscles coiled beneath them like tidal storms. His spine warped and extended, becoming a sinuous serpentine length of raw, draconic majesty. Horns spiraled from his head, and tendrils of mist coiled around his dragonic form like ancestral spirits answering a king's call.
A true Water Dragon towered now where a man once stood.
Gasps of terror broke from the tribe. Men stumbled backward. Women screamed. The old chief fell to his knees, pressing his forehead into the soil. "D-Divine One…"
Shi Yang reached down with a claw large enough to crush a horse. With careful precision, he lifted Lanya from his shoulder and placed her gently between his horns atop his massive draconic head—where she lay undisturbed, still asleep beneath the pelt.
Then he turned to the jars.
With a sweep of his colossal limbs, he gathered them—dozens cradled in each claw. And yet more floated upward, suspended in orbs of spiraling water that formed at his command.
The tribe watched in silent horror and reverence as the dragon that had claimed one of their daughters—and now their sacred offerings—rose into the sky, carrying everything with him.
Shi Yang's draconic voice rumbled like the sea before a storm.
"I shall return three nights from now remember these words!!."