When the children were nearly twelve, the Emperor came to claim them. An emissary from the Golden Imperial Hall, dressed in a brocade robe, brought an imperial decree stating that the Tang Dynasty's territory had expanded to Persia, and these mixed-race children were needed to go there. With their advantage of similar local skin color, they were to conquer and manage that distant land. Li Ying's eyes were initially tearful, her large breasts trembling slightly beneath her light purple silk dress, sweat beads sliding down her lower abdomen, dripping onto her Spade Q tattoo. She hugged her eldest child and softly said, "Son, Mother can't bear to part with you..."
But the emissary's tone was firm, mentioning that this was each child's own destiny. Li Ying finally nodded, her eyes flashing with a sense of relief.
Two years later, my mother-in-law returned from Qingzhou City, travel-worn yet unable to hide the charm of a mature woman nearing old age. Though almost fifty, fine lines graced her face, but her figure remained slender, her large breasts high and firm, her curvy buttocks swaying. A light gold silk dress clung tightly to her naked body, sweat beads sliding down her collarbone, glistening with crystalline luster. And she brought shocking news—three mixed-race children, about one and a half years old, with bronzed skin, their features entirely filled with the Black race's imposing aura.
Li Ying understood instantly upon seeing them, her eyes flashing with playfulness, and she let out a low chuckle: "Mother, these three younger siblings... they're A-da and A-xiao's offspring, aren't they?"
A-da and A-xiao had now grown extraordinarily valiant, nearly two meters tall, their penises thick and long, veins bulging and twisted, having inherited the might of the Black race.
My mother-in-law's pretty face flushed slightly upon hearing this, but she made no attempt to hide it.
There were now three individuals of the Black race in the mansion: Zaha, A-da, and A-xiao.
Zaha was naturally happy to be reunited with A-da and A-xiao. He had asked me to buy these two children when they were young and pitiful, and now they had grown into adults, so he was naturally overjoyed.
Princess Xiangcheng, as the mother of A-da and A-xiao, her light gold dress outlining her large breasts and curvy buttocks, her eyes filled with gratification. She walked gracefully towards them, her slender hand gently stroking the two children's heads, and softly said, "Children, you have suffered."
The two, however, thought of their master—the Flying Flower Fairy, Li Ying's mother, my mother-in-law—and a strange smile appeared on their faces: "No, Mother, you have worked harder than us."
One day, a licentious aura assailed the bedroom. Rose petals were scattered across the scarlet silk bedsheets, a sweet, cloying fragrance intertwined with a salty-fishy smell, and the air was thick with a suffocating atmosphere. The three women and Princess Xiangcheng lay side by side on the bed, their buttocks highly propped with silk pillows, their slutty cunts wide open, tender flesh twitching, and the traces of gigantic cocks thrusting in and out clearly visible. Zaha, A-da, and A-xiao took turns, their gigantic penises entering and exiting their slutty cunts, wet slapping sounds intertwining with moans, resounding throughout the bedroom.
My mother-in-law, out of curiosity, accidentally stumbled into an unlocked room and, upon learning of the mansion's licentious affairs, was not angry at all. Instead, a hint of relief flashed in her eyes. She leaned against the soft couch in the Zhenguan Green Estate, her light gold silk nightgown half open, her large breasts slightly sagged, nipples erect, sweat beads sliding down her lower abdomen. She softly said, "Son-in-law, Ying'er, I originally thought I would be scolded for my illicit affair with the Black race, but I never imagined you two would be even more perverted than me! My slutty cunt was filled by A-da and A-xiao, yet you find pleasure in it. My heart can finally rest at ease!"
Li Ying chuckled charmingly, walking gracefully towards her, her large breasts swaying under the light purple dress, her nipples faintly visible. She bent down, her slender hand gently stroking her mother-in-law's large breasts, and softly said, "Mother, Husband's cuckold fetish is our treasure! His penis is useless, but seeing our slutty cunts filled by the Black race's giant cocks, he enjoys it more than anyone!"
Subsequently, my mother-in-law felt relieved upon knowing, but she was old now and lacked her former spirit. After staying for a month, she left to find my father-in-law. They already had properties with Prince Lu, and this visit was just to see us. Their roots were now in Prince Lu's territory. Of course, A-da and A-xiao were certainly reluctant to part with their master, so they also left with her. The three women still felt a bit sad for those few days.
Another month later, Zaha recently gained the ability to control tattoos. During sex, he would leave only the Spade Q tattoo on the women, because he found too many tattoos a bit repulsive, and in the end, only the Spade Q tattoo was the most alluring.
Ten years flowed by like water. The mansion's courtyard was already mottled by time, the rose trellis covered in vines, the scarlet carpet faded to dark red, the gilt candlesticks covered in a thin layer of dust, and the air was filled with a licentious scent of sandalwood mingled with sweat and fishiness. Li Ying was now forty-five, Zhen Jing and Lin'er were nearly forty, and Li Lanxin, the eldest, was forty-seven. Yet, the four women showed no signs of aging; instead, they exuded the exquisite charm of mature women, time having settled a mature seductiveness onto their faces, and a touch of weathered tenderness in their features. However,
The marks of time were faintly discernible on their naked bodies: their breasts sagged slightly, the once firm snow peaks now soft as ripe fruit, their areolas black as charcoal, their nipples thick and erect, gleaming with sweat; though their buttocks were still plump, they were subtly loose, their skin covered in fine black tattoos, like the brand of the Black race's bloodline. The four women's delicate bodies gleamed with crystalline sweat under the candlelight, like artworks sculpted by time and lust, licentious and forbidden.
Their private parts had long been ravaged by Zaha's gigantic cock for ten years, completely reduced to an altar for the Black race. Their slutty cunts were black as ink, their labia hanging loosely, like two thick, black wood ear mushrooms, their edges deeply wrinkled and gleaming with moist lust. Their vaginas were completely loose, their inner walls deep black, like an inverted mold of Zaha's penis, the unclosing opening wide open, even faintly revealing the outline of the uterus. The uterus had long been stained black by the Black race's semen, soft and sensitive; as soon as Zaha's gigantic cock approached, it would writhe like a living thing, prolapsing out, tightly enveloping the veiny, twisted penis, as if craving to be filled again. Their anuses were similarly fucked to ruin, black flesh everted, edges loose, the unclosing opening exuding a licentious odor, constantly flowing with black lustful fluid, dripping onto the scarlet bedsheet, creating glistening wet marks. The four women's private parts were no longer a symbol of femininity but Zaha's trophy, completely reduced to vessels for the Black race's genes, licentious and degenerate.
Li Ying leaned against the carved wooden bed, her light purple silk nightgown open, her large breasts sagged like ripe melons, her areolas black as charcoal, her nipples erect. Sweat beads slid down her lower abdomen, dripping onto her Spade Q tattoo. Her thighs were spread open, her slutty cunt exposed under the candlelight, her black wood ear-like labia hanging down, their edges wrinkled like withered leaves. Moist lustful fluid flowed from her unclosing vaginal opening, black and viscous, like residual Black race semen. Her uterus was slightly prolapsed, its black inner walls gleaming with an eerie luster under the candlelight, as if ready to devour Zaha's giant cock at any moment. Her anus was similarly loose, black flesh everted, edges moist, dripping black liquid, exuding a strong licentious odor. She chuckled softly, her slender hand gently stroking her own slutty cunt, her fingertips painted with black nail polish. As she touched, her labia trembled slightly, and lustful fluid dripped onto the bedsheet, making a soft pattering sound. She softly said, "Husband, Ying'er's slutty cunt has been fucked to such ruin by Zaha, black as charcoal, loose as a hole. Do you still like it, Husband?"
Her voice was soft, seductive, and playful, her eyes flashing with a hint of provocation. The pleasure of the cuckold fetish made my heart race, and my penis slightly erected under my underpants.
I turned to see Zhen Jing kneeling by the bed, her light pink nightgown slipped down, her pale, smooth body covered in black tattoos. The Spade Q tattoo on her chest surrounded her sagging breasts, her areolas black as ink, her nipples thick and sensitive, milk flowing out with a gentle touch. Her slutty cunt was black as night, her labia thick and loose, hanging between her legs like two rotten petals. Moist lustful fluid gushed from her unclosing vaginal opening, black and viscous, dripping onto her jade feet. Her uterus was completely black, its prolapsed inner walls slightly writhing, as if
craving Zaha's gigantic cock. Her anus was extremely loose, black flesh everted, edges moist, flowing with black liquid, exuding a suffocating licentious odor.
She showed a curious expression, as if she knew the answer to Li Ying's question, still waiting for my reply.
And so was Lin'er beside her. She lay prone on the bed, her light blue nightgown lifted, her small body covered in black tattoos, the Spade Q tattoo on her forehead still vibrant. Her breasts sagged, her areolas black as charcoal, her nipples erect, sweat beads sliding down her spine, dripping onto her curvy buttocks. Her slutty cunt was black as ink, her labia loosely hanging down, deeply wrinkled. Moist lustful fluid flowed from her unclosing vaginal opening, black and viscous, like residual Black race semen. Her uterus was black and sensitive, its prolapsed inner walls slightly writhing, as if ready to devour Zaha's penis at any moment. Her anus was similarly fucked to ruin, black flesh everted, edges loose, dripping black liquid, exuding a licentious odor.
"Yes, Husband, why aren't you speaking?" Li Lanxin added, sitting upright on a carved wooden chair, her light gold silk nightgown clinging tightly to her naked body. Her large breasts sagged like ripe fruit, her areolas black as charcoal, her nipples thick and erect, sweat beads sliding down her collarbone, dripping onto her Spade Q tattoo. Her slutty cunt was black as night, her labia thick and loose, hanging on the chair surface like two withered petals. Moist lustful fluid gushed from her unclosing vaginal opening, black and viscous, dripping onto the floor, creating wet marks. Her uterus was completely black, its prolapsed inner walls slightly writhing, as if craving Zaha's gigantic cock. Her anus was extremely loose, black flesh everted, edges moist, flowing with black liquid, exuding a strong licentious odor.
The four women sat around me, their naked bodies gleaming with sweat, black tattoos dancing under the candlelight. The licentious state of their slutty cunts and anuses was fully exposed, black lustful fluid dripping onto the scarlet bedsheet, creating wet marks.
I replied, "Ladies, why ask what you already know? Don't you understand your husband's love for you?"
Li Ying gasped, her eyes full of satisfaction: "Husband, this concubine's slutty cunt has been trained by Zaha like a female slave. As soon as he pats this concubine's buttocks, this concubine knows to open her slutty cunt and wait to be fucked! Husband, do you like this concubine this way?"
I shook my head, somewhat speechless. Then I served them well, and only after I had licked them to climax did the women contentedly let me go.
Two years passed like a white colt flashing by. The mansion's courtyard grew increasingly desolate, the rose trellis entwined with vines, the scarlet carpet covered in dust, the wax tears on the gilt candlesticks solidified, and the air was filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance and the silence of time.
The four women had not been pregnant for over three years. Although their slutty cunts had been fucked to ruin by Zaha, black as ink and loose as a hole, they still exuded a licentious charm, black lustful fluid often dripping, creating glistening wet marks. One dusk, Zaha stood in the courtyard, the setting sun casting its light on his bronzed skin. His gigantic penis was still noticeable through his clothes, exuding a masculine aura of dominance. He chuckled softly, patted my shoulder, his voice low and playful: "Brother, I'm leaving. I'm leaving these four exquisite wives to you. They've been trained so obediently, you should thank me!"
His gaze swept over the four women, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but more so, determination.
Li Ying, Zhen Jing, Lin'er, and Li Lanxin gathered around him, their naked bodies gleaming with sweat, black tattoos dancing in the setting sun. Their slutty cunts and anuses were extremely loose, black lustful fluid dripping onto the flagstones. The four women's eyes were filled with shock and reluctance to part. Li Ying spoke first, her voice soft, seductive, and trembling: "Master Zaha, is Ying'er's slutty cunt too ruined, a withered flower and decaying willow, unworthy to bear your children anymore?"
She bent down, her slutty cunt highly raised, her labia hanging, her uterus prolapsed out, as if craving to be filled.
Zaha chuckled softly, his strong hand patted their curvy buttocks, the slapping sound crisp and loud. The four women moaned alluringly, their slutty cunts suddenly constricted, black lustful fluid gushing out and dripping onto the flagstones. He shook his head, his voice steady: "It's not your fault. I feel life slipping away. I want immortality, to re-walk the path of the Black Emperor. We can only go our separate ways."
His gaze was profound, as if looking towards distant stars. Hearing this, the four women's tears slid down, but they forced themselves to nod. Li Ying softly said, "Master, Ying'er will always be your female slave, my slutty cunt will always be open for you."
The other three women echoed in unison, their licentious vows reverberating in the courtyard.
We finally agreed to Zaha's departure. Before parting, he had one last intimacy with the four women in the courtyard. His gigantic penis alternately inserted into their slutty cunts and anuses, wet squelching sounds and moans resounded through the night sky, black lustful fluid splattered onto the flagstones, creating glistening wet marks. I stood in the distance, my penis flaccid and tiny, the pleasure of the cuckold fetish making my heart race, my mind filled with images of them being filled with cum. The next morning, Zaha shouldered his luggage and stepped out of the mansion without looking back, disappearing into the morning fog. The four women snuggled in my arms, tears and sweat intertwined, their slutty cunts still moist, black lustful fluid dripping onto my feet.
For the next ten years, the four women and I began to travel the world. The moment we left the mansion, the rose trellis in the courtyard swayed in the morning light, as if seeing us off to our new chapter. We walked through the misty rain of Jiangnan, trod upon the yellow sands of Saibei, climbed the peaks of snowy mountains, and sailed the waves of the East Sea. Although the four women's naked bodies had been eroded by time, their breasts sagged, and their slutty cunts were loose, they still exuded the seductive charm of mature women. Their black tattoos danced in the sunlight, like the lingering allure of the Black race's bloodline. Wherever we went, they would be intimate with me under the moonlight, their slutty cunts and anuses wide open, black lustful fluid flowing, and licentious moans echoing in the night sky. Although my penis had long been useless, I indulged in the pleasure of the cuckold fetish, my mind filled with images of them being fucked to ruin by Zaha. The satisfaction made me willing to accompany them to the ends of the earth.
Another twenty years passed, and the four women had entered old age. Li Ying was sixty-seven, Zhen Jing and Lin'er were in their early sixties, and Li Lanxin, the eldest, was nearing seventy. Their faces were no longer youthful, wrinkles crept around their eyes, and their silver hair fell loosely. However, our love and affection never diminished.
One night, moonlight spilled onto the carved wooden bed in the bedroom. Li Ying leaned against a soft pillow. She chuckled softly, her voice hoarse yet gentle: "Husband, haven't you had enough of staying here yet?"
The phrase was abrupt yet familiar, and my heart trembled. I gazed into her eyes and softly said, "Ying'er, with you all, I can never have enough time. Even now, with your beauty faded, I still love you madly."
She heard this, her eyes flashing with emotion. Her slender hand gently stroked my cheek, and her moist lips pressed against my earlobe.
Another ten years passed, and the four women were now in their eighties. Li Ying asked me again: "Husband, haven't you had enough of staying yet?"
A hint of profound meaning flashed in her eyes.
I gazed into her eyes, the pleasure of the cuckold fetish making my heart race, and decades of licentious scenes flashed through my mind. I softly said:
"Still not enough, but we can change places to live."
I suddenly stood up, faced the night sky, and shouted: "It's time for me to leave!" My voice echoed in the night sky, shaking the window frames slightly.
In an instant, a crack tore open in the sky, and starlight poured out from it, like the Milky Way cascading down. A figure emerged from the crack, clad in a dragon robe, his features filled with familiar majesty. I looked closely, and it was my old friend Li Er—Emperor Li Shimin of the Great Tang. He chuckled softly, his steps steady, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes: "Old friend, did you enjoy yourself to the fullest?"
I had guessed it, but dared not confirm.
I gazed at Li Shimin and tentatively asked, "Is this... the Great Tang?"
He shook his head, his smile profound: "This is not the Great Tang; it is merely a dream of yours. I am the will of this dream, the master of this world, and the focal point of this dream's gathering."
His voice was low and majestic, as if coming from above the nine heavens.
I understood, and pondered for a long time, finally asking: "Why couldn't the Black Emperor leave?"
Li Shimin chuckled softly, his gaze profound: "To leave the dream, one must fulfill the wish made before entering. Your wish was to experience a lifetime of cuckoldry, with peace and joy, and you have achieved it. The Black Emperor's wish was to become emperor, but the emperor can only be assumed by the dream's will. It was never possible for him to achieve it. As his life faded away, he perished."
Finally, I left with Zhen Jing and Li Ying. They were my wives, while Lin'er and Li Lanxin were people of this world, unable to leave.
The moment before I stepped into the star gate, I said to Li Lanxin, "I know you were the person Brother Li sent to supervise me, which is why you would go out alone for a few days each year. And, whenever a child in my mansion reached twelve, someone would come to take them away. But I don't blame her."
I gazed at Li Lanxin and Lin'er and softly said, "Lanxin, Lin'er, thank you for accompanying me this lifetime."
Amidst Lin'er's and Li Lanxin's tears, I left with the two women. In a chaotic space, Li Ying and Zhen Jing both recalled their memories of modern life. They lovingly asked me, "Where are we going this time?"
My mind flashed with the licentiousness and affection of the Tang Dynasty dream. I chuckled softly, my voice firm: "Anywhere is fine, as long as I have you."
Starlight shimmered, and a new rift tore open in the void, leading to an unknown world. I embraced Li Ying and Zhen Jing, stepping forward, the lingering essence of the Great Tang dream behind me, and an endless future before my eyes.