Matriarch Ji's defiance rang through the cave, her voice sharp and unyielding: "I will not betray the Ji Clan." Her eyes blazed into Governor Zhao's, a challenge that dared him to test her resolve. She turned to leave, her silk robes whispering against the damp stone, the moonlight at the cave's entrance a fleeting promise of escape from his predatory presence. But before she could step into the silver glow, Zhao's hand shot out, seizing her wrist with a grip that was firm and possessive, yanking her back with a force that made her gasp.
Pahh!~ The sound of her back slamming against the cold, jagged cave wall echoed, mingling with the faint drip of water from the stalactites. Ji's breath hitched, her chest heaving as Zhao loomed over her, his body a wall of heat and menace. His eyes gleamed with lust and control, his lips curling into a smile that promised both danger and forbidden pleasure. He pressed himself closer, pinning her against the stone, his hard cock straining through his robes, grinding against her thigh with deliberate intent.
"You speak of loyalty, Matriarch," Zhao growled, his voice a low, silken rasp that sent a shiver down her spine. "But your body begs for more." His hand released her wrist, only to slide up her arm, fingers digging into her flesh as he leaned in, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry, forceful kiss. Mhmm!~ A muffled m.o.a.n escaped Ji's throat, a mix of protest and unwilling arousal, as his tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her defiance and coaxing a response she fought to suppress.
For ten years, since the Duke's injury had left her to lead the Ji Clan alone, Matriarch Ji had denied her desires, her pussy untouched, her body a fortress of duty. Now, Zhao's relentless assault cracked that armor, his cock pressing harder against her, the heat of it searing through the thin silk of her robes. Her body betrayed her, a slick wetness pooling in her tight, neglected pussy, her hips twitching involuntarily as his tongue tangled with hers. Pahh!~ His hand roamed lower, yanking her robes aside to expose the smooth curve of her thigh, his fingers brushing the edge of her dripping slit, teasing her swollen lips.
"No… stop…" Ji gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice trembling with fury and shame as she shoved against his chest. Her nails dug into his robes, but her pussy clenched with need, the traitor between her legs responding to his touch despite her will. "I'll never be yours," she hissed, her eyes blazing, though her flushed cheeks and ragged breath betrayed the fire igniting within her.
From the shadows, Lin Hao watched, his heart pounding like a war drum, his knuckles white as he gripped the rock. Pahh!~ The sound of Zhao's hips grinding against Ji's thigh reverberated, each movement a dagger in Lin Hao's chest. He saw her struggle, her hands pushing against Zhao, but also the shameful moment when her hips bucked, her pussy glistening under the faint moonlight filtering into the cave. Rage and humiliation surged through him, but so did a dark, unbidden arousal, his own cock hardening painfully in his trousers as he watched his wife's mother, the proud Matriarch, falter under Zhao's seduction. Chuyan's face flashed in his mind, and the thought of her tainted by this scene twisted his soul, yet he couldn't look away.
Zhao's smile was predatory, his hand sliding further up Ji's thigh, fingers slipping between her slick folds, stroking her throbbing pussy with slow, deliberate precision. Squelch!~ The wet sound of his fingers exploring her dripping cave echoed, drawing another Ahhn!~ from Ji's lips, her body arching against the wall despite her resistance. "You've starved yourself too long, Matriarch," Zhao purred, his voice thick with lust as he pressed his cock harder against her, the bulge pulsing with need. "Your pussy weeps for me, begs for release." His lips moved to her neck, sucking and biting, leaving red marks as her head tilted back, a stifled Mhmm!~ escaping as her body trembled under his touch.
"Ahh!~ No… I won't…" Ji's voice broke, a mix of defiance and pleasure, her hands clawing at his shoulders, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, each stroke sending waves of unwanted ecstasy through her, her legs trembling as her body betrayed her loyalty. Ten years of neglect had left her vulnerable, her slick walls gripping his fingers like a vice, craving the release she'd denied herself.
Lin Hao's vision blurred with rage and shame, his cock throbbing in his trousers as he watched Zhao's fingers plunge into Ji's wet pussy, her m.o.a.n.s filling the cave like a siren's call. The cuckolding weight crushed him—his wife's mother, the woman he revered, succumbing to Zhao's touch while he hid, powerless. Yet the sight of her flushed face, her hips bucking against Zhao's hand, stirred a twisted fascination, a shameful heat that made his fists clench tighter. He wanted to scream, to lunge forward, but his body was frozen, trapped by the dark allure of what he witnessed.
Zhao pulled back slightly, his fingers glistening with her essence, his cock still pressed against her thigh. "Join me, Matriarch," he rasped, his voice dripping with desire. "Betray the Empire, and I'll give you everything—power, pleasure, protection for Chuyan." His hand moved to his robes, freeing his thick, pulsing cock, the tip glistening as he rubbed it against her slick pussy, teasing her entrance. Pahh!~ The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed as he ground against her, drawing another Ahh!~ from her lips, her body shaking with conflicting need.
Matriarch Ji's breath came in sharp gasps, her pussy throbbing under his touch, but her eyes flared with defiance. "You'll have nothing," she spat, summoning her strength to shove him back, her palm striking his chest with a Pahh!~ that rang through the cave. She staggered away, her robes falling back into place, though her flushed face and trembling legs betrayed the storm within her. "The Ji Clan will not fall, and my body is not your prize."
Zhao's smile didn't falter, his cock still hard as he tucked it away, retrieving his scroll from the table. "Your pussy says otherwise, Matriarch," he said, his voice a velvet threat. "The Emperor's decree is coming, and you'll beg for me before it's over." He strode toward the entrance, his silhouette vanishing into the moonlight, leaving Ji trembling against the wall, her hands pressed to her face as if to erase the shameful heat lingering in her core.