The three women's sharing made me incredibly excited; the pleasure of the cuckold fetish surged like a tide, humiliation and satisfaction intertwining.
To give them final assurance, I walked onto the stage, embraced the three women, and said softly, "Ying'er, Jing'er, Lin'er, your pregnancies are my greatest happiness! Your slutty cunts filled with Zaha's cum, carrying his genes, you are more beautiful than ever. I am madly in love with you!"
My voice was resonant and sincere. Hearing this, emotion flashed in the three women's eyes. They all rushed into my arms, their moist lips vigorously kissing my face, leaving warm sensations.
I took out the gilded box and additionally presented each of them with a gold ring, the surface of which was inlaid with a black spade design, echoing their tattoos. I declared loudly, "From now on, for every child you bear, I will double the reward! You are my most beautiful wives, and pregnant, you are the most radiant women in this world! So don't feel sad, okay~~~"
Surprise flashed in the three women's eyes, their giggles as clear as silver bells, lewdness and warmth intertwined, intoxicating the soul.
I stood before the three women, my gaze sweeping over their slightly bulging bellies, the pleasure of the cuckold fetish burning like a raging fire in my heart, filled with anticipation for the black clan's genes.
I said softly, "Ying'er, Jing'er, Lin'er, what exactly is the difference between Zaha's children and his genes? Tell me."
Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er exchanged smiles, a mischievous and lewd glint in their eyes. Li Ying spoke first, her voice soft and low, with a hint of provocation: "Husband, we can't talk about this here. It's more interesting to talk about it slowly... in bed!"
She gracefully walked towards me, her light purple silk dress clinging to her ample breasts and perky buttocks. Her nipples were faintly visible under the sheer fabric, and sweat beads slid down her lower abdomen, dripping onto her Black Spade Queen tattoo. Zhen Jing and Lin'er giggled and surrounded me, their slender hands lightly stroking my chest, warm to the touch, as they ushered me towards the bedroom.
The lewd atmosphere of the bedroom assailed me; fresh rose petals were scattered on the scarlet silk sheets, a sweet and salty stench intertwined, and the air was suffocating. Candlelight flickered, illuminating the three women's bodies. They shed their dresses, their fair, lustrous skin gleaming with sweat, the Black Spade Queen tattoos dancing in the candlelight, like marks dedicated to this forbidden "game." I was pushed down onto the bed, the three women sitting around me, their eyes full of playfulness and provocation. The pleasure of the cuckold fetish made my heart pound and my throat go dry.
Lin'er made the first move. Her petite body agilely straddled my legs, the Black Spade Queen tattoo on her forehead striking and playful in the candlelight. She leaned in, her pink lips lightly licking my earlobe, and said sweetly, "Husband, Lin'er will serve you first!"
Her slender hand slid towards my penis, her fingertips, adorned with pale blue nail polish, gently fiddling with the base of my penis. The touch was fleeting, like a feather brushing, inciting a wave of tingling numbness. My penis quickly erected, veins bulging, but remained unable to release under her teasing. She giggled, her pink tongue lightly licking her lips, and whispered, "Husband, your penis is so cute, but... compared to Zaha's colossal cock, it lacks some power. It might be useless, you know!"
Li Ying chuckled from the side, taking over the conversation, her voice soft and low: "Ying'er also thinks that while husband's penis is amusing, compared to Zaha's colossal cock, it's really... a bit lacking."
She knelt beside me, her ample breasts slightly drooping, her areolas dark and wide, her nipples erect like black pearls. Sweat beads slid down her collarbone, dripping onto my chest. Her slender hand grasped my testicles, her fingertips, adorned with dark nail polish, gently kneading, the pressure varying from light to heavy, as if testing my limits.
My penis hardened and softened under her manipulation, pleasure and humiliation intertwining, the pleasure of the cuckold fetish surging like a tide.
Zhen Jing stood by the bed, her pale pink nail polish faintly gleaming in the candlelight. Her gaze was gentle yet playful, and she said softly, "Husband, Jing'er thinks perhaps your penis could be... completely abolished, and you could focus on watching us being fucked senseless by Zaha. Wouldn't you be happier?"
She gracefully walked over, raising a fair, jade-like foot, her toes lightly stepping on the base of my penis. The pressure was almost imperceptible, as if stepping on a useless toy. My penis erected again under her foot, only to soften once more at her playful mockery. The wave of pleasure made me almost unable to breathe.
The three women's play immersed me in extreme pleasure. My penis, under their stepping, kneading, and pulling, repeatedly erected and softened. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined, and the fire of my cuckold fetish scorched my mind. I gasped, and whispered, "Ying'er... tell me, what's the difference between Zaha's children and his genes?"
Li Ying chuckled, her slender hand still kneading my testicles, increasing the pressure slightly, a lewd glint in her eyes. She leaned closer, her ample breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples brushing my skin, bringing a warm sensation. She said softly, "Husband, Zaha's genes are the essence of the black clan! His children are born with strong physiques and extraordinary presence, inheriting his dominance and strength. My slutty cunt, filled by his colossal cock, carries children whose wombs can feel that power! Husband, though your penis tries hard, unfortunately... what comes out of it isn't as thick as Zaha's, isn't as mighty as the black clan's?"
She paused, then suddenly pulled at the base of my penis. Pain and pleasure intertwined. I let out a low groan, and my penis erected again. She giggled, her voice growing even softer: "Ying'er thinks your penis might as well be abolished. Just focus on watching Ying'er have multiple orgasms from being fucked by Zaha, bearing more black clan children. Wouldn't you be more satisfied?" Her words pierced my heart like a knife. The pleasure of the cuckold fetish made me almost dizzy, my mind filled with images of her being filled with Zaha's cum.
Zhen Jing took over the conversation, her jade feet still pressing against the base of my penis, the pressure gentle yet tinged with mockery. She leaned down, her moist lips brushing my ear, and softly said, "Husband, Jing'er also feels that Zaha's genes are a heaven-sent treasure. His children are not only strong, but also carry the talent of the Black Tribe, powers like Nirvana and Imprint. Jing'er's slutty cunt was filled by his semen, and the children conceived feel as if they carry his soul! Husband, though your penis is cute, how can what it shoots out compare to Zaha's quantity, or the domineering aura of the Black Tribe?"
Her toes gently ground against my penis, pain and pleasure intertwined. I bit down, my penis alternating between hard and soft under her treading. She chuckled softly, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes: "Husband, Jing'er knows you like to watch Jing'er being fucked senseless by Zaha. If your penis is useless, Husband can focus entirely on enjoying that pleasure, right?" Her words coiled like silk, the pleasure of my cuckold fetish burning like a fierce flame. My heart pounded, almost bursting, and images of her squirting flashed through my mind.
Lin'er giggled sweetly, her slender hand still teasing the base of my penis. A light tug from her fingertips, adorned with pale blue nail polish, made me groan. Yet, my penis hardened again under her teasing. She straddled my leg, the Q-spade tattoo on her forehead still lively. She cooed, "Husband, Lin'er wants to say something too! Zaha's genes are simply divine! His children are born as heaven's favored, with strong physiques and extraordinary talents. Lin'er's slutty cunt was filled by his giant dick, and the children conceived—I can feel that domineering aura even in my womb! Husband, though your penis tries hard, alas… what it shoots out, how can it be as thick as Zaha's, or have the presence of the Black Tribe?"
She playfully leaned down, her pink tongue-tip lightly licking the head of my penis. The moist touch made me shiver all over, my penis hardening and softening under her teasing. She giggled, her slender hand suddenly squeezing my testicles, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, pain and pleasure intertwining: "Lin'er thinks Husband's penis can be made useless. You can focus on watching Lin'er scream as Zaha fucks her, conceiving more Black Tribe children. Husband would surely be even more excited!" Her words were crisp and mischievous, the pleasure of my cuckold fetish immersing me in ultimate bliss, my mind filled with images of her being filled.
The three women's torment grew bolder. Li Ying's slender hand kneaded my testicles, her pressure light then heavy; Zhen Jing's jade feet pressed against the base of my penis, the grinding rhythm barely there; Lin'er's fingertips tugged at the tip of my penis, the teasing touch making me unable to extricate myself. My penis constantly hardened and softened under their treading, squeezing, and tugging. Pain and pleasure intertwined, the flames of my cuckold fetish searing my mind, the pleasure making me almost dizzy. I gasped lowly, hoarsely saying, "Ying'er, Jing'er, Lin'er… you're right… My penis… it's useless… discard it…"
Hearing this, the three women giggled, their laughter as clear as silver bells, excitement and mischief flashing in their eyes. Li Ying leaned down, her generous breasts pressing against my chest, and softly said, "Husband is so good! If your penis is useless, Ying'er will let Zaha fuck me more times for you to watch!" Zhen Jing chuckled softly, her jade foot stomping down hard, making me groan: "Husband, Jing'er also promises to conceive more Black Tribe children to make you even more satisfied!" Lin'er giggled, her slender hand tugging forcefully, pain and pleasure intertwined: "Husband, Lin'er will let Zaha fill Lin'er's slutty cunt, so you can watch your fill!"
The licentious aura in the bedroom intensified. The rose petals on the scarlet bedsheet were soaked with sweat and bodily fluids, a sweet and cloying fragrance intertwining with a salty and fishy smell. The air was thick with a suffocating ambiance. The three women's naked bodies glistened with sweat, and the Q-spade tattoos danced in the candlelight, like marks offered for this forbidden "game." I lay on the bed, my body immersed in ultimate pleasure. The joy of my cuckold fetish burned like a fierce flame, my mind filled with images of them being filled by Zaha, the excitement making me almost unable to breathe.
Li Ying saw that I had been played with to my extreme pleasure today, my penis nearly collapsing under their treading, kneading, and tugging. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish made my eyes glazed, my body trembling slightly.
She chuckled softly, a hint of tenderness and mischief flashing in her eyes. Her slender hand released its grip on my testicles, and she softly said, "Husband, you've had enough pleasure today. This concubine will pamper you first."
She leaned down, her generous breasts pressing down like two snow peaks. Her areolas were wide and dark, her nipples erect like black pearls. Beads of sweat slid down her collarbone, dripping onto my chest, bringing a warm sensation. She gently drew my head into her bosom, her ample breasts soft and warm, like two marshmallows completely enveloping me. My face was buried deep in her cleavage, my nostrils filled with the milky fragrance of her skin and the scent of her sweat. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish made my heart pound, my mind a blank. I only felt that this "broad chest path" was too comfortable, soft, warm, and inclusive, as if it could melt all my desires and humiliation.
Li Ying chuckled softly, her slender hand gently stroking the back of my neck, her fingertips adorned with dark nail polish, the touch almost imperceptible, like a feather brushing by. Her seductive voice whispered in my ear, tinged with mischief: "Husband, is this concubine's chest comfortable? From now on, I'll let Husband feel this good every day, buried in my chest, forgetting that useless penis, alright?"
I groaned, my cheeks rubbing against her ample breasts. Her erect nipples brushed against my lips, igniting a tingling numbness. Her breasts gently rose and fell with her breathing, glistening with sweat in the candlelight. The Q-spade tattoo danced on her lower abdomen, like a mark offered for this forbidden "game." Though my penis was already flaccid, it subtly trembled under her teasing, and the flames of my cuckold fetish burned anew.
She paused, then leaned closer, her moist lips pressing against my earlobe, her tongue-tip lightly licking. Her voice grew even deeper: "Husband, the more pleasure you feel, the faster this concubine will discard your penis! By then, you'll only be able to watch this concubine's slutty cunt being filled by Zaha's giant dick, conceiving more Black Tribe children. Won't Husband be even more satisfied?"
Her words pierced my heart like a knife. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined. My body trembled, and images of her reaching climax repeatedly from Zaha's fucking flashed through my mind. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish made me almost dizzy. I gasped lowly, hoarsely saying, "Concubine… you're right… discard it… I just want to watch you be filled…"
Li Ying giggled, forcefully squeezing her ample breasts together. My face completely sank into her cleavage. The suffocating pleasure immersed me in this ultimate tenderness and cruelty: "It depends on my mood~~~ If I'm in a good mood one day, I'll grant your wish."
Subsequently, I was made to ejaculate more than ten times daily by the women…
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One month later, in the early morning, the air in the mansion carried the chill of early autumn. Morning light streamed through the sheer curtains into the main hall. A few withered rose petals were scattered on the scarlet carpet, and the candles on the gilt candelabras had long since burned out, leaving behind a faint sandalwood scent. Last night, Zhen Jing slept with me, her generous breasts pressing against my chest. Her sweat and milky fragrance kept me immersed in the pleasure of my cuckold fetish all night, while Li Ying and Lin'er accompanied Zaha, enjoying the ravaging of his giant dick. In the early morning, I was awakened by a sharp cry of surprise—it was Li Ying's voice, tinged with shock and excitement. Zhen Jing and I quickly donned our silk robes and hurried to Li Ying's room. Pushing open the door, we saw her sitting naked on the scarlet silk bedsheet, her ample breasts slightly drooping, nipples erect, and beads of sweat sliding down her lower abdomen, dripping onto the Q-spade tattoo. Lin'er and Zaha were no longer in the room, presumably having gone elsewhere for their intimacy in the early morning.
The lewd aura in the room was still thick. Dried liquid stains were scattered on the bedsheet, rose petals were crushed to bits, and a sweet and cloying fragrance intertwined with a salty and fishy smell. The air was filled with a suffocating ambiance.
Li Ying's eyes flashed with excitement and mischief. Her slender hand pointed to the small cradle by the bed, her voice trembling slightly: "Husband, Jing'er, come quickly! My son… this little brother…"
Zhen Jing and I followed her gaze. In the cradle lay Li Ying and Zaha's mixed-race child, not yet a year old, his skin a healthy bronze. His features already carried Zaha's domineering aura. The little one was naked, and his tiny penis was exceptionally conspicuous, veins slightly bulging, actually thicker and longer than my own penis by a few points. My throat tightened. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish burned like a fierce flame, my heart filled with a surging wave of humiliation and excitement.
Li Ying giggled, gracefully rising. Her naked body glistened with sweat in the morning light, her ample breasts swaying gently with her movements, her nipples erect like black pearls, and the Q-spade tattoo on her lower abdomen as lively as ever.
She walked towards me, her slender hand gently stroking my chest, her fingertips adorned with dark nail polish, the touch warm and teasing. She softly said, "Husband, look! He's not even a year old, and my son's penis is already bigger than yours! The Black Tribe genes are truly domineering; even a child this small has more presence than Husband's penis!"
Her words pierced my heart like a knife. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined, my penis subtly hardening under my robe. The flames of my cuckold fetish made my heart pound.
She paused, then leaned closer, her moist lips pressing against my earlobe, her tongue-tip lightly licking. Her voice grew even more lewd: "Husband, this concubine's slutty cunt was filled by Zaha, and the children conceived are all the pride of the Black Tribe! This little brother, when he grows up, he'll definitely be even fiercer than Zaha! Husband, your useless penis probably doesn't even have the right to lick this concubine's cunt!"
She giggled, her slender hand sliding towards my penis, gently kneading it through the robe, the pressure almost imperceptible, igniting a tingling numbness. My penis quickly erected under her teasing, only to soften again in her mockery.
Zhen Jing chuckled softly from the side, gracefully walking over, her light pink nail polish gleaming in the morning light. Her robe was half-open, revealing her fair and smooth skin and the Q-spade tattoo.
She softly said, "Husband, Jing'er also feels that this concubine's child is truly a heaven-sent treasure! This little brother's penis is bigger than Husband's. Jing'er's slutty cunt is even getting wet just looking at it!"
She leaned down, her jade foot lightly pressing on my instep, the pressure almost imperceptible, as if treading on a useless toy. My penis hardened again in her mockery.
Li Ying saw that I had been provoked senseless by her lewd words. She giggled, her slender hand forcefully ripping open my robe. My penis was exposed in the morning light, flaccid and tiny. She leaned down, her generous breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples brushing against my skin, bringing a warm sensation. She softly said, "Husband, this concubine thinks your penis looks more and more useless the more I look at it!"
She straddled my leg, her moist slutty cunt pressing against the base of my penis. The warm touch made me groan. She giggled, her slender hand squeezing my testicles, the pressure light then heavy, pain and pleasure intertwined.
Her naked body glistened with sweat, and the Q-spade tattoo danced in the morning light, like a mark offered for this forbidden "game." My penis was powerless and tiny under her manipulation. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish immersed me in ultimate bliss, my mind filled with images of her being filled.
Another month passed, and the air in the mansion carried the chill of late autumn. The rose bushes in the courtyard had long since withered, a few dried leaves were scattered on the scarlet carpet, and the candles on the gilt candelabras had burned out, leaving behind a faint sandalwood scent. The three women's children were now a bit older. Li Ying's mixed-race child was already one and a half, his features brimming with Zaha's domineering aura. Zhen Jing and Lin'er's two children had just turned one, their skin a healthy bronze, their small bodies already revealing the strength of the Black Tribe genes. I was alone, playing with the three children in the courtyard. Sunlight dappled their bronze skin, reflecting glistening beads of sweat. They babbled, calling out "Mama" in their babyish voices, the clear sounds echoing through the courtyard.
Every time I heard that call of "Mama," the flames of my cuckold fetish would sear me. Involuntarily, my mind would twist "Mama" into "Ma Ma" (horse), and a wave of humiliation and pleasure would surge through me. I knelt down, hoarsely saying, "Come, ride on Ma Ma's back!"
The three children giggled, clumsily climbing onto my back. Li Ying's child was the oldest and strongest. His little hands tugged at my hair, and his tiny penis pressed against my back through the cloth, hard and conspicuous, carrying the domineering aura of the Black Tribe genes. My penis subtly hardened under my drawers, the pleasure of my cuckold fetish accelerating my heartbeat, my mind filled with images of them inheriting Zaha's giant dick when they grew up. Zhen Jing's child sat on my shoulder, his little feet kicking my chest. Lin'er's child lay on my back, his little hands patting my buttocks, babbling "Ma Ma run." I prostrated myself on the ground, my knees aching from rubbing on the flagstones. Sweat trickled down, humiliation and pleasure intertwined. The fierce flames of my cuckold fetish made me willingly sink into this forbidden "game," like their mount, carrying the pride of the Black Tribe bloodline.
The three women first discovered me being ridden as a horse by the children one afternoon. The sun was blazing in the courtyard. I lay prostrate on the ground, the three children riding on my back, giggling, their babyish calls of "Ma Ma" rising and falling. My penis alternately hardened and softened under my drawers, the pleasure of my cuckold fetish making me gasp continuously, sweat dripping onto the flagstones. Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er, who had just opened the door, happened to walk in on this scene. Li Ying was used to it, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes. She chuckled softly: "Husband, your cuckold fetish is acting up again? Being ridden as a horse by my son, you must be thrilled!"
She gracefully walked closer, her light purple silk dress clinging to her ample breasts and curvy buttocks. Her nipples were faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric, and beads of sweat slid down her lower abdomen, dripping onto the Q-spade tattoo.
Zhen Jing and Lin'er were initially stunned. Then, hearing Li Ying mention my cuckold fetish and that her eldest son, Wu Hei, had also ridden me like this before, realizing it was merely a re-enactment of past events, a light of relief and lewdness flashed in their eyes.
Zhen Jing softly said, "Husband, Jing'er knew you liked this! Zaha's offspring are all noble, and even their penises are more imposing than Husband's. Isn't it exactly what Husband wants to be ridden as a horse by them?"
She leaned down, her light pink nail polish gleaming in the sunlight. Her slender hand gently stroked my cheek, her moist lips pressed against my earlobe, her tongue-tip lightly licking: "Husband, Jing'er's slutty cunt was filled by Zaha, and the child conceived is riding on your back. Your penis probably doesn't even have the right to lick Jing'er's cunt!"
Her words pierced my heart like a knife. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined, and my penis hardened again under her teasing.
Lin'er giggled, straddling the stone table, her slender hand with pale blue nail polish fiddling with her nipples. Her voice was clear and mischievous: "Husband, Lin'er also thinks Zaha's offspring are born kings! Their penises are only a year old and already bigger than Husband's. Husband, you must be so thrilled being ridden as a horse by them that you're hard, right? Lin'er's slutty cunt is waiting for Zaha to fill it again, so Husband can just focus on being a horse!"
She playfully kicked my buttocks, the force almost imperceptible, as if teasing a useless toy. The children's laughter intertwined with the three women's lewd words. The air in the courtyard was thick with a lewd aura. The flames of my cuckold fetish seared me, my mind filled with images of them being filled by Zaha, the excitement making me almost unable to breathe.
As days passed, everyone in the mansion grew accustomed to the sight of me being ridden as a horse by the children.
Whenever the three women and Zaha were intimate in the bedroom, lewd moans would emanate from the room, shaking the window frames slightly. I would then take the three children alone to play in the courtyard or the main hall. They would ride on my back, babbling "Ma Ma run," their little hands tugging at my hair, their little feet kicking my buttocks, their tiny penises pressing against my back through the cloth, carrying the domineering aura of the Black Tribe genes.
My penis alternately hardened and softened under my drawers. Sweat and humiliation intertwined, and the pleasure of my cuckold fetish made me willingly prostrate myself on the ground, bearing their weight. The moans from the bedroom grew shriller, the three women's slutty cunts squirting from Zaha's giant dick, the sound of liquid dripping onto the scarlet bedsheet faintly audible. My mind was filled with images of them being filled, the flames of my cuckold fetish searing my spirit.
One afternoon, sunlight slanted into the courtyard. I was playing alone with the three children. Li Ying's child rode on my back, his little hands forcefully pulling my hair, as if reining in a wild horse; Zhen Jing's child sat on my shoulder, his little feet kicking my chest; Lin'er's child lay on my buttocks, his little hands patting my back, babbling "Ma Ma run fast." I prostrated myself on the ground, my knees aching, sweat trickling down. My penis hardened and softened under my drawers, and the pleasure of my cuckold fetish made me gasp continuously. Under the rose trellis in the courtyard, the air was filled with a faint floral scent and the smell of sweat. The moans from the bedroom surged like a tide, the intimacy between the three women and Zaha made my heart pound, my mind filled with images of them being ravaged by his giant dick.
Just as I was immersed in this carnival of humiliation and pleasure, the courtyard gate swung open. A crisp sound of jade ornaments announced an arrival. I looked up to see Princess Xiangcheng gracefully walking in, adorned in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, her light gold silk dress clinging to her naked body. Her generous breasts rose high, and her curvy buttocks swayed. Beads of sweat slid down her collarbone, glistening with crystal-like luster. Her features carried a blend of royal dignity and lewdness. Her gaze swept over the scene of me being ridden as a horse by the children. She paused slightly, then a look of appreciation and mischief flashed in her eyes. She softly said, "Long time no see, Physician Wu. I never expected you to be… so interesting now!"
Her words made me tremble. The pleasure of my cuckold fetish burned like a fierce flame, and my penis hardened again under my drawers.
Behind Princess Xiangcheng, a mixed-race child peered out, about a year old, his skin a bronze color, his features brimming with Zaha's domineering aura. The little one was naked from the waist up, and his tiny penis was conspicuous and hard through the cloth, thicker and longer than my own penis by a few points. My throat tightened, humiliation and excitement intertwined, and images of the princess being filled flashed through my mind. The princess chuckled softly, gracefully walked closer, and gently stroked my cheek with her slender hand, her fingertips adorned with vermilion nail polish, the touch warm and teasing: "The Emperor ordered me to find you. From now on, you will be my husband. This is the Emperor's oral decree to you."
She leaned down, her moist lips pressing against my earlobe, her tongue-tip lightly licking: "Physician Wu, how long do you intend to stay stunned here? This Palace is a bit thirsty."
Subsequently, I led her inside. I examined the imperial decree; it was indeed written by the Emperor himself, complete with his seal. Ultimately, I had no choice but to accept it. That night, after informing the other women, they unexpectedly accepted Li Lanxin…
Zaha gained another "harem."
Seven months later, the mansion was filled with the fragrance of newborns and the clear scent of herbs. The scarlet silk bedsheets had been replaced with soft, plain white cotton. The warm winter sun streamed through the window frames, illuminating the tired but happy smiles of Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er. Their second children were born almost simultaneously. The three mixed-race babies' skin glowed with health, and their features carried Zaha's valiant spirit. Their cries were clear and full of vitality. In the delivery room, the scent of medicine intertwined with a warm atmosphere. Servants quietly brought hot water and herbs, and gentle wisps of green smoke rose from the gilt incense burner, creating a serene and warm ambiance.
Li Ying leaned back against the soft pillow, her ample breasts gently rising and falling. Milk dripped, sliding along her Q-spade tattoo and across her fair abdomen, gleaming softly. She smiled gently, her voice soft and elegant: "Husband, Ying'er has added another healthy child for you. Look at this little one, so much like Zaha, his features are entirely his shadow. Of course, he also resembles Husband a tiny bit, haha."
She gently stroked the child's cheek, her eyes filled with loving tenderness. Zhen Jing lay on the adjacent bed, her delicate body glowing warmly, breasts swollen and milk seeping into the bedsheet. She softly said, "Husband, Jing'er's child is also admirable, as robust as Zaha. Are you happy, Husband?"
Lin'er chuckled, her rosy cheeks flushed with a blush: "Husband, Lin'er's little darling is also very strong, look at his tiny hand, he grips so tightly!"
Princess Xiangcheng had already integrated into this warm family, pregnant with Zaha's child, just three months along.
Six months later, the cold wind of deep winter howled, yet inside the mansion, it was warm as spring. Candlelight flickered on the gilt candlesticks, illuminating rose petals scattered across the scarlet silk bedsheets. Princess Xiangcheng's child was born smoothly, another mixed-race child, with healthy glowing skin and a small body full of vitality, his features carrying Zaha's heroic spirit. Inside the birthing room, the scent of medicine mingled with a warm aura. The princess's delicate body gleamed with sweat, her huge breasts swollen, milk dripping and sliding down the Spade Q tattoo to her lower abdomen, soaking the bedsheet.
One night, moonlight spilled into the courtyard. Zaha stood beneath the rose trellis, his muscles soft yet powerful in the moonlight, his gigantic penis quietly hanging, exuding a natural vitality. He chuckled softly, his voice gentle and with a hint of excitement: "Brother, my strength... it seems to be even greater."
That night, Zaha and the four women intimately embraced in the bedroom, their laughter and whispers softly echoing, filled with tenderness. After each intimacy, new small tattoos appeared on the women's bodies besides the Spade Q tattoo, and I always felt they were familiar, as if I had seen them before.
A year later, sperm-shaped Spade tattoos emerged around Li Ying's nipples, encircling her areolas; vine-shaped tattoos spiraled out on Zhen Jing's lower abdomen, beautifully entwining her Spade Q tattoo; it was then I realized these were the 'black charm' tattoos of later generations.
Ten years flashed by like a white colt galloping past a crack. The mansion's courtyard had long changed its appearance; the rose trellis was replaced by grapevines, the scarlet carpet faded to dark red, the candles on the gilt candlesticks had burned out, leaving behind a faint sandalwood fragrance and the traces of time. The three women—Li Ying, Zhen Jing, and Lin'er—each gave birth to four sons, a total of twelve children, all Zaha's mixed-race offspring, inheriting the Black race's strength and imposing aura. Although these children called me "Father," their features were entirely Zaha's shadow; even at a young age, their penises were noticeable, and their presence extraordinary. Whenever they called me "Father," my cuckold fetish burned like raging flames, humiliation and pleasure intertwined, my mind filled with images of the three women being filled by Zaha's gigantic cock.
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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.