It was precisely when I came to the Black Tribe's main camp to visit my beloved wife, Li Ying. She had just spent a year draining my vital essence, and now she was also valued by the Black Emperor, preparing to become the new Black Spade Saintess.
I lay on the couch, my weakened body as if drained of its soul, my mind churning with Li Ying's letter. In it, she wrote that the Black Tribe's training had made her feel like she was in heaven and dying, indulging in ecstasy daily, and she no longer wished to return to the cold, desolate life of our estate. I was consumed by a twisted excitement—my cuckold fetish burned like a raging inferno, leading me to a selfish decision. I had not informed the Emperor last night. The secret order required me to find the Black Tribe's main camp, rescue Li Ying, and uncover the rebellion's plot, but her happiness stirred my heart. I imagined her being worked by the Black Tribe's enormous cocks, her delicate body trembling in the debauchery altar, milk gushing, her uterus filled with cum—the sight made my blood boil.
I gritted my teeth, whispering to myself, "Madam, just stay here then... Be fucked by them for a lifetime. Watching you fall into depravity is my ultimate ecstasy, and it's where you, my most beautiful slutty cunt, truly belong. Forgive your husband's selfishness, forgive your husband's stubbornness."…
At this moment, the training ground in the valley was ablaze with fire, hundreds of Black Tribe warriors standing in formation, their muscular, knotted bodies glistening with oil under the torchlight, the low thud of war drums making the ground tremble slightly. The Black Emperor stood on a high platform, his mountain-like physique radiating world-destroying true qi, python-like veins vaguely visible beneath his black robes. His crimson eyes swept across the field with unquestionable majesty. Li Ying stood beside him, her nurse's uniform long replaced by the Black Spade Saintess's ceremonial robe. Thin as cicada wings, the black gauze clung to her delicate body, outlining her swollen lower abdomen and sagging large breasts. The Black Spade Q gold ornaments on her nipples shimmered with a decadent luster in the firelight. The Black Emperor raised a hand, the drums abruptly ceased, and the field fell silent. His voice, like a great bell, resonated through the valley: "Sons of the Black Tribe, from today, Li Ying shall be our tribe's Saintess! She will govern the main camp, bear me the strongest offspring, and help me become the True Emperor!"
The warriors roared in unison, their voices like thunder, and the torch flames swayed in response, painting Li Ying's delicate body crimson. She lowered her head, gently stroking her lower abdomen, the fetal movement bringing a smile to her lips, but a complex emotion flashed in her eyes—a mix of submission and liberation.
The Black Emperor turned to look at her, desire burning in his eyes, a sinister smile tugging at his lips: "My dearest Saintess, receive my grace!"
He violently tore open his black robe, revealing a hideous and terrifying penis—thick as a child's arm, over forty centimeters long, veins coiling like a writhing dragon, the glans as massive as a fist, gleaming with a jet-black luster, emitting a pungent, wild male scent. Although only its glans was larger than Abu's, the urethral opening on this monstrous organ resembled the mouth of a terrifying worm, vaguely visible, capable of swallowing tender flesh. If an ordinary woman were to be penetrated by this thing, she would likely be torn apart on the spot, her uterus destroyed. Yet, Li Ying giggled, her eyes filled with fervent madness, as if welcoming the descent of a god.
Li Ying slowly knelt on the high platform, her black gauze ceremonial robe sliding off her shoulders, revealing her fair, delicate body. Her swollen lower abdomen gleamed softly in the firelight, as if carrying the future of the Black Tribe. She leaned forward, her dark lips nearing the Black Emperor's penis, her tongue gently licking the glans, bringing forth a trace of glistening lustful fluid. A pungent, sweet scent permeated the air. The Black Emperor let out a low growl, his massive hand seizing her black hair, and violently thrust his penis into her mouth. The enormous glans reached her throat, stretching her lips almost to tearing. A low, hoarse moan escaped her throat, but her eyes shone with satisfaction, as if savoring a supreme delicacy.
The Black Emperor pulled out his penis, bringing with it a sticky stream of saliva that dripped onto Li Ying's large breasts. Milk seeped out with it, soaking the black gauze, emitting a strong, pungent sweetness. He abruptly lifted her, pressing her onto the stone table of the high platform, aimed his enormous cock at her wet vagina, and thrust in without mercy. Her vagina had long been trained to be loose, yet under the Black Emperor's manipulation, it clamped down extremely tightly, the flesh walls wriggling like silk, enveloping the monstrous organ. The moment of penetration, Li Ying shrieked, her delicate body arched sharply, milk gushed out, spilling onto the stone table, gleaming with a lewd luster.
The Black Emperor's enormous cock plunged deep into her uterus, the glans striking the soft uterine walls, bringing forth waves of lustful fluid. The slapping sounds echoed throughout the training ground. The warriors cheered in unison, as if applauding the Saintess's impregnation ceremony. Li Ying's delicate body trembled on the stone table, sweat and milk mingled, flowing over her fair skin. The fetal movement grew even stronger, as if responding to the Black Emperor's grace. Her eyes were dazed, a smile of satisfaction curved on her lips, and she murmured, "Lord Black Emperor... your control... I want..."
Her voice was as alluring as poison, completely igniting the frenzy in the field.
The Black Emperor furiously accelerated his thrusts, his enormous cock moving in and out of Li Ying's vagina, bringing forth streams of cloudy lustful fluid that flowed onto the stone table, emitting a strong, pungent sweetness. Her vagina was stretched to its limit, the flesh walls wriggling madly, sucking on the Black Emperor's penis, as if greedily drawing out his essence. The Black Emperor let out a low growl, his massive hand clutching her slender waist, and with a powerful thrust of his penis, the glans shot deep into her uterus, ejaculating a scalding stream of semen. The hot fluid filled her uterine cavity, and the fetal movement intensified dramatically, as if devouring the Black Tribe's genes. Li Ying shrieked, the pleasure of orgasm causing her delicate body to convulse, milk gushing like a spring, spilling onto the Black Emperor's chest, shimmering with a glistening luster. A hint of relief flashed in her eyes, as if certain shackles in her heart had completely shattered. She looked at the Black Tribe warriors below the platform; their shouts, their frenzy, made them seem like her own kin, far closer than my useless husband. A smile curved on her lips, and she whispered, "The Black Tribe... is it truly my destiny?" I still lay on the brocade couch in the circular building, my weak consciousness seemingly hearing the clamor of the training ground. My mind was filled with images of Li Ying being manipulated by the Black Emperor. Her delicate body trembling under his colossal cock, her uterus filled with semen, the fetus greedily absorbing the Black Tribe's genes—this was the scene I craved. My cuckold fetish burned like a raging inferno, shame and excitement intertwined, the icy touch of the chastity lock almost suffocating me.
I whispered to myself, "Madam, you'll forever be their Saintess... to be fucked by them for a lifetime..." Half an hour later, the torches on the training ground blazed, the warriors' shouts rising and falling like a tide. The Black Emperor slowly withdrew his penis, bringing with him a mixture of semen and lustful fluid that dripped onto the stone table, emitting a strong, pungent sweetness. Li Ying lay limp on the stone table, her delicate body still trembling in the afterglow of orgasm. Sweat and milk mingled, flowing over her fair skin, like a lewd painting. Her vagina was slightly open, semen slowly oozing out, dripping onto the stone table, gleaming with an eerie luster. The Black Emperor raised his hands high, his voice like thunder: "The Saintess has received my grace! All warriors shall now obey the commands of Li Ying, our Black Tribe Saintess! When I am absent, her words shall be my words!"
The warriors responded in unison, the war drums thundering again, echoing through the valley. Li Ying slowly rose, her black gauze ceremonial robe soaked and clinging tightly
to her delicate body, outlining her swollen lower abdomen and sagging large breasts. She looked at the Black Emperor, her eyes filled with submission and fervent madness, as if she had completely integrated into the Black Tribe's ambition.
The clamor of the training ground gradually faded, the torch embers flickering in the valley, like the Black Tribe's ambition whispering in the night. The Black Emperor stood on the high platform, his mountain-like physique radiating world-destroying true qi, his crimson eyes gazing at Li Ying with a hint of scrutiny and desire. He said in a low voice, "My Saintess, tonight I will give you some time to properly accompany your husband. After all, our next meeting won't be for another half a year. You must remember, you are now the Saintess of my Black Tribe, and you should adopt the proper attitude. Everything must be considered for my Black Tribe!"
Li Ying lowered her head, the thin-as-cicada-wings black gauze ceremonial robe clinging tightly to her delicate body, outlining her swollen lower abdomen and sagging large breasts. Milk seeped out, soaking the black gauze, emitting a pungent sweetness. Her black hair was disheveled, sweat-soaked strands clinging to her cheeks, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, seemingly submission, yet also helplessness. She softly said, "As you command, Lord Black Emperor."
...
A moment later, the wooden door of the circular building creaked open. Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, falling upon the brocade couch, making the decadent atmosphere in the room even more intense. Li Ying slowly walked in, her ceremonial robe of black gauze soaked and clinging tightly to her fair skin. Milk seeped out, flowing over her swollen lower abdomen, dripping onto the bluestone floor with faint sounds.
She stood by the couch, gazing at my sleeping face, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes that even she didn't detect. That expression was like a momentary cloud, instantly covered by tenderness.
She leaned down, her fingertips gently stroking my cheek. Her nails, painted with black polish, grazed my skin, bringing a touch of coolness. Her voice was seductive as silk, with a hint of fondness: "Husband, wake up, don't sleep too deeply." A smile curved on her lips, her dark lips glistening, like a blossoming black peony, alluring yet distant. I slowly opened my eyes, the weakness still pressing on my chest, my gaze blurred as it fell upon her delicate body. Her lower abdomen was swollen, the fetal movement clearly perceptible, and the gold ornaments on her nipples jingled.
I gasped, whispering, "Madam, you... you're back?"
She nodded, sitting by the couch, her ceremonial robe sliding off her shoulders, revealing the Black Spade Q tattoo on her chest, gleaming with an inky luster in the moonlight. Her eyes were gentle, but within them was more a complex emotion, as she tentatively asked, "Husband, where are the Emperor's troops? When will they arrive?"
I lowered my head, my voice faint: "Madam, I... I didn't notify the Emperor."
A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and her slender hand unconsciously gripped her ceremonial robe, her fingertips trembling slightly. I gritted my teeth and continued, "I chose a second way of living..."
My voice grew softer and softer, shame washing over me like a tide, my cheeks burning, as if my soul had been laid bare. At this moment, she stood frozen, her gaze complex.
Li Ying's delicate body trembled slightly, the tenderness that had ignited in her eyes extinguishing like a candle flame, replaced by an uncontrollable disappointment. Her lips pressed together gently, the corners of her dark, lipstick-painted mouth drooping slightly. Her aura suddenly withered, as if all strength had been drained from her. Her slender hand loosened its grip on her robe, sliding down to her lower abdomen, and the fetal movement made her eyebrows furrow slightly. She murmured softly, "Husband, is this choice truly yours? Did you... not consider this concubine's desire for a simple life, to retreat to the countryside with you?" Her voice was low and powerless, disappointment spreading through her eyes like a tide, as if she had completely given up on me. My heart tightened, my mind a chaotic mess. I tried to catch her gaze, but found her eyes growing more distant, as if separated by an invisible abyss. She lowered her head, her black hair covering half her face, sweat dripping from her damp hair onto her ceremonial robe, soaking the black gauze and revealing her fair skin. I wanted to speak, but her silence weighed so heavily on me that I couldn't breathe. The air in the room seemed to solidify, oppressively heavy.
I panicked, scrambling up, my weak body trembling slightly, and urgently explained: "Madam, don't be like this! I was wrong,
I was truly wrong!"
I swallowed, my mind racing, and continued, "You only need to stay here for ten years. After ten years, I will definitely take you back! Here, you can enjoy yourself to your heart's content, undiscovered by outsiders. You can be the Black Tribe's Saintess, live like a fairy. After ten years, we can still return to how we were before..."
I spoke incessantly, trying to use reasons to cover my selfishness, indulging in the fantasy of my cuckold fetish, completely unaware that Li Ying's gaze was growing colder. Her disappointment was as profound as an abyss, no longer a trace of tenderness in her eyes, only a dullness verging on despair. She lowered her head, gently stroking her lower abdomen, the fetal movement causing her lips to twitch slightly, as if she was forcibly suppressing some emotion. I continued to babble, "Madam, think about it, no one here will criticize you, you can..." Before I could finish, I finally noticed her silence. My voice trailed off, and a wave of unease swept through my heart. Li Ying's disappointment solidified at its lowest point, like the moment she plummeted into an abyss, and her eyes suddenly changed. A flame of lust ignited in her originally dull pupils, as if lit by some force. A Black Spade Q symbol seemed to appear in her eyes, bizarre and bewitching, as if the Black Tribe's totem had taken root in her soul. She slowly raised her head, her black hair sliding back, revealing her fair face. Sweat dripped past the corners of her lips, her dark lips glistening, like a blossoming black peony. Her delicate body leaned slightly forward, her ceremonial robe completely slipping off, revealing her swollen lower abdomen and sagging large breasts. Milk seeped out, dripping onto the brocade couch, emitting a pungent sweetness.
Her voice was low and seductive, with a hint of resignation: "Husband, I understand your intentions..." Her gaze was gentle yet distant, as if she had accepted some kind of fate, and the fetal movement grew even stronger, as if resonating with her emotions. My heart jolted, my mind filled with the Black Spade Q in her eyes. My cuckold fetish made my blood boil, yet I also felt a subtle unease.
Li Ying rose and slowly approached me, her swollen lower abdomen pressing against my waist, her breasts heavy against my chest, the Black Spade Q gold ornaments on her nipples touching my skin with an icy coolness, bringing a jolt of tingling pleasure. She leaned down, her dark lips close to my ear,
breathing out fragrance like an orchid: "Husband, I believe in your good intentions. You want me to be happy here, and I understand." Her voice was soft as water, like her old self, yet with a hint of unfamiliar authority. Her slender hand slid down to my groin, gently grasping my flaccid penis, her fingertips, painted with black nail polish, slowly stroking it, bringing a sensation of slight, painful pleasure. She whispered, "This is my reward for you, Husband. Feel my tenderness."
Her fingers deftly masturbated me, the rhythm quickening and slowing, as if provoking my limits. I gasped, my weakened body ignited by pleasure, my mind filled with her delicate body and the Black Tribe's enormous cock. My cuckold fetish had completely consumed me. She looked up, her eyes gleaming with lust, her tone gentle yet commanding: "However, Husband, you must do some things for the Black Tribe. Since your heart is already mine, you should serve my tribe, do you understand?"
Her fingers suddenly tightened, and my penis twitched slightly from the stimulation, thin semen oozing out, bringing a weak surge of warmth. I groaned softly, shame and submission intertwined, and whispered, "Madam, I... I'm willing..."
She smiled with satisfaction, leaned down and kissed my lips, her tongue carrying the Black Tribe's pungent, sweet scent, delving deep into my mouth, as if to completely devour me. On the brocade couch, the sticky wetness of lustful fluid and milk almost suffocated me. Moonlight spilled upon her delicate body, making her appear like the incarnation of the Queen of Spades.
Li Ying's kiss deepened, her tongue swirling in my mouth, bringing a lewd, sticky wetness. Her fingers continued to stroke my groin, her black-polished nails tracing my skin, bringing a touch of painful pleasure. Her lower abdomen pressed against me, the fetal movement clearly discernible, as if provoking my limits. Moonlight spilled onto the brocade couch, making her delicate body shimmer with silver. The pungent sweetness of lustful fluid and milk mingled with the scent of osmanthus, stirring memories of the past, yet also making me feel even more debased.
She looked up, her eyes filled with both tenderness and lust, her voice low and seductive: "Husband, since you've chosen to let me stay here, you must embrace the awareness of being a cuckold slave. The future of the Black Tribe needs your devotion."
Her words were like honey, yet also like poison, making my heart surge with emotion, yet also wishing for death. I held her tight, feeling her sweat-damp body, my mind filled with her degradation and her tenderness, and whispered, "Madam, I'll listen to you..."
"Very well, Husband, there is one matter you must heed my arrangements."
Her voice was seductive yet carried an unquestionable command.
"Since you have submitted to the Black Tribe, you must serve our tribe. The Black Fascination Club needs more members. You must recruit more people to join, so they willingly devote themselves to the Black Emperor."
She paused, her slender hand gently stroking her lower abdomen, the fetal movement bringing a smile to her lips, yet a hint of calculation flashed in her eyes: "Also, all your assets, hand them over to the Seductive Fragrance Pavilion. That is a Black Tribe enterprise, and your possessions should naturally be used for our tribe." I lowered my head, my voice hoarse: "Madam, I understand... I will obey."
She nodded with satisfaction, extending a slender hand, her black-polished nails gently tracing my cheek, bringing a touch of painful sensation: "Husband, you must earn more money. It's fine if you suffer a bit. Only with your effort will the Black Emperor appreciate me, and only then can I enjoy his enormous cock and his training..." Her voice was low, carrying a hint of lewd temptation, her eyes burning with fanaticism for the Black Emperor: "And you, too, will find your satisfaction in my pleasure."
My heart jolted, my cuckold fetish made my blood boil, my mind filled with images of her being wantonly played with by the Black Emperor, and my penis involuntarily hardened a few points. I murmured softly, "Madam, as long as you're happy, I... I'm willing."
She smiled, a bewitching smile like a black peony. Her delicate body under the moonlight seemed like the queen of the dark night, controlling my soul. I looked up, a hint of sadness in my eyes, my voice low: "Madam, I'm just... a little sad. I can't see the scenes of you being played with by the Black Emperor; those scenes can only exist in my imagination..."
My voice carried a hint of debasement. My cuckold fetish made me both crave and suffer, as if torn apart by my own desires. Li Ying heard this, and a complex expression flashed in her eyes, a mix of pity and contempt. She slowly approached, her swollen lower abdomen gently pressing against my waist, her breasts heavy against my chest. Milk seeped out, dripping onto my clothes, emitting a pungent sweetness.
"Husband, it's alright."
Her voice was soft as water, like her old self. Her slender hand slid down to my groin, gently stroking, her black-polished nails grazing my skin, bringing a jolt of tingling pleasure: "As long as you perform meritorious service for the Black Tribe, I will write you letters, detailing everything that has happened recently. You can read the letters and masturbate, imagining me being fucked senseless by the Black Emperor..." A smile curved on her lips, her dark lips glistening, but her eyes held a hint of detachment: "And if you perform great meritorious service, I will even have the bitches from the Black Fascination Club come and help you. They will use their hands, their mouths, and even their lowly holes to play with your penis, to give you some pleasure."
I gasped, my mind filled with the scenes she described. My cuckold fetish had completely consumed me, and my body trembled with pleasure. I whispered, "Madam, I... I will try my best!"
She smiled with satisfaction, leaning closer, her dark lips almost touching my earlobe, breathing out fragrance like an orchid: "Husband, you must remember, your happiness will always be tied to mine."
Her fingers suddenly tightened, and my penis twitched once, thin semen oozing out, carrying a weak surge of warmth. I groaned softly, shame and submission intertwined, willingly sinking into her control.
Li Ying's delicate body pressed even closer, her swollen lower abdomen pushing against my waist, the baby's movements clearly discernible, as if testing my limits. She raised her head, her eyes full of tenderness and lust, her dark lips drawing near, a fishy-sweet scent as she kissed mine. Her tongue plunged deep into my mouth, wetly stirring, carrying the licentious scent of the Black Clan, as if to completely devour me. I held her tight, feeling her sweat-slicked body, my mind consumed by her degradation and tenderness. The cuckold fetish plunged me into this humiliating pleasure, and my penis hardened again.
The kiss deepened, her tongue wantonly plundering my mouth. The fishy-sweet scent of arousal fluid mixed with her sweat, almost suffocating me. I moaned softly, my hands unconsciously stroking her lower abdomen, feeling the fetal movements, as if touching her new life. Finally, she slowly pulled away, her dark lips glistening with moisture, her eyes as gentle as water, as if reluctant to part. She whispered, "Husband, it's time to go back. For the Black Clan, we shall meet again another day."
I nodded, turning towards the stone door. The night wind whipped my clothes, but my heart burned from her kiss. Little did I know, the moment I turned, a deep aversion flashed in her eyes. Her lips twitched slightly, her tongue licking the lips that had just kissed mine, as if savoring the lingering taste, then she spat forcefully, spitting a mouthful of saliva mixed with my semen onto the ground, splashing tiny dust particles. Her gaze was cold, as if she had completely given up on me. She murmured, "Your love for your concubine is truly this vile…" Her voice was barely audible, scattered by the night wind, her delicate body gleaming coldly in the moonlight, like the incarnation of the Queen of Spades, carrying the Black Clan's mission, having long cast me aside.
I dragged my weak body, stumbling back home. Pushing open the wooden door, the familiar scent of osmanthus assailed me, but it was mixed with a hint of unfamiliar desolation. On the brocade couch, scattered osmanthus cake wrappers emitted a faint fragrance, like the remnants of our former life. I collapsed onto the couch, my mind filled with Li Ying's delicate body, her kiss, her commands, and the phantom of the Black Spade Q. The cuckold fetish made my heart surge, yet I wanted to die from the pain. The intertwining weakness of my body and the humiliation in my heart almost broke me. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, my dreams filled with her image—the scenes of her being wantonly played with by the Black Emperor, her dark lips uttering licentious moans, her swollen lower abdomen rising and falling with fetal movements… I softly murmured her name, my penis hardening and softening in the dream, thin semen oozing out, soaking the brocade couch. Yet, I was completely unaware that Li Ying, far away in the Black Clan's stronghold, had already completely regarded me as a mere pawn. In her eyes, the symbol of the Black Spade Q grew stronger, like the Black Clan's totem rooting itself in her soul. And the "mission" she spoke of was merely the tip of the Black Emperor's conspiracy, waiting for a good-for-nothing like me to execute.
Six months flowed by like water. The lanterns of Meixiang Tower swayed in the night, emitting an ambiguous red glow, like an abyss swallowing my soul. I stood in the splendid hall of Meixiang Tower, surrounded by carved screens and silk drapes. The air was thick with the scent of cosmetics and licentiousness. The manager of the tower was a seductive woman, wearing a tight cheongsam with a Black Spade Q embroidered on her chest, her eyes holding a disdainful smile. She pushed a stack of contracts towards me. The cinnabar seal emitted a pungent odor. I lowered my head, my trembling hand picking up the brush, signing and mortgaging each land deed and property. The brush tip scraped across the paper, as if tearing apart my dignity. The manager sneered,
"Physician Wu, this cuckold agreement, you must sign it too."
My heart trembled. The agreement clearly stated: these assets were my voluntary offering to the Black Clan, in exchange for their grace of "fucking and sowing," never to be regretted. I swallowed the shame, my mind filled with Li Ying's delicate body and the scenes of her being played with by the Black Emperor. The cuckold fetish made my blood surge, yet my hand involuntarily signed the agreement. After I finished signing, the manager collected the contract and mocked, "Physician Wu is truly a loyal dog of the Black Clan. The Saintess is blessed to have a husband like you."
Her laughter was like a knife, searing my cheeks. I lowered my head, sweat dripping onto the bluestone floor, but a twisted pleasure ignited in my heart due to the humiliation.
A maidservant from Meixiang Tower escorted me out. The night wind blew, bringing a faint scent of osmanthus, but it couldn't hide the emptiness within me. My family property now belonged entirely to the Black Clan, and my dignity had been pulverized in this agreement. The moonlight cast my shadow on my back, making me look like a walking dead man. Only my longing for Li Ying gnawed at my soul like a drug addiction.
In the following days, I transformed into an underground propagandist for the Black Clan, weaving through markets and aristocratic households, wearing a mask of hypocrisy. I used my businesses as bait, targeting wealthy women. My taverns and tea houses became hunting grounds. I arranged for Kunlun slaves to be in hidden corners; their dark skin, muscular bodies, and undisguised wildness attracted lonely young wives like magnets.
One evening, at the tavern, I was entertaining a rich merchant's concubine. She wore a thin gauze silk skirt, her eyes vacant, a jade cup swaying amber liquor in her hand. I whispered seductively, "Madam, do you know that the Kunlun slave's giant penis can make one feel as if they are in heaven and dying, far beyond what any ordinary man can offer?" Hearing this, her cheeks flushed, and a hint of curiosity flickered in her eyes. I gave a signal, and a Kunlun slave emerged from behind a screen. His naked upper body was a mass of bulging muscles, his lower body wrapped in thin cloth, the outline of his giant penis clearly visible. Her breathing quickened, and the jade cup almost slipped from her hand. Finally, swayed by my persuasion, she followed the Kunlun slave into the backyard.
That night, through the wall, I heard her moans, plaintive and whimpering, mixed with the Kunlun slave's low gasps. A licentious aura permeated the entire tavern. A few days later, she voluntarily joined the Black-Fascination Club, willingly dedicating herself to the Black Clan. Such scenes replayed repeatedly. My businesses became hunting grounds for the Black Clan, and I, the executioner who lured the prey. Every time I saw these women fall into depravity, my cuckold fetish burned like raging flames. My mind was filled with images of Li Ying being wantonly played with by the Black Emperor. My penis hardened painfully, but I could only find release through masturbation.
Over these six months, Li Ying's letters arrived like snowflakes, almost one every week. The letter paper carried her usual osmanthus scent, her handwriting delicate yet with a licentious flourish. I hid in my dilapidated study, lit an oil lamp, and tremblingly unfolded the letters, immersing myself in the world she described.
One letter read: "Husband, the Black Emperor's giant penis makes me bewildered with lust night after night. Each of his thrusts makes my slutty cunt convulse, spraying arousal fluid, as if I'm flying to the clouds…"
She meticulously recounted how the Black Emperor galloped on her, how he trained her with whips and wax oil. The lines exuded fanatical submission. As I read, my penis hardened painfully, my hand unconsciously reaching for my lower body. My mind was filled with images of her being played with by the Black Emperor. The cuckold fetish drew me deeper into depravity, and semen ejaculated onto the letter paper, soaking her handwriting.
Another letter mentioned her giving birth to twins: "Husband, I have borne two sons for the Black Clan. Their skin is as dark as the Black Emperor's, and their cries are loud. All the clansmen say they are the bright future of the Black Clan…"
She described the scene in the birthing room: milk spraying, the fishy smell of the placenta mixed with her sweat, the clansmen cheering around her. My heart trembled, both in pain and excitement. My mind conjured her swollen lower abdomen and sagging giant breasts. The cuckold fetish almost drove me mad. She also wrote: "Husband, my slutty cunt can now only be satisfied by the Black Emperor's giant penis. Ordinary men cannot even make me orgasm…"
Her tone carried a hint of showing off, as if deliberately stimulating my inferiority complex. I gasped for breath. After finishing the letter, I lay on the brocade couch masturbating, my semen thin and weak, as if my soul had been completely drained by her.
At the same time, the Emperor's secret letters also arrived frequently, hidden in osmanthus cake boxes. The handwriting was strong, conveying dissatisfaction:
"Wu Tao, the Black Clan is rampant. Why have you delayed reporting their lair? Investigate quickly, do not betray my expectations!"
I looked at the secret letter, a wave of irritation in my heart. I had long known the Black Clan's lair, but because of Li Ying's letters and my cuckold fetish, I chose to betray. I threw the secret letter into the charcoal basin. The flames licked the paper, turning it to ashes, as if burning away my loyalty to the Emperor. I picked up my brush to reply, perfunctorily writing: "Your Majesty, the Black Clan's movements are elusive. Your humble subject is still investigating. I hope Your Majesty grants me more time." After writing the letter, I felt no guilt. My mind was filled with Li Ying's delicate body and the Black Emperor's giant penis. The Emperor's decree, in my world, was no longer as important as a letter from Li Ying. I handed the reply to the secret agent, my gaze vacant as I looked out the window. The night was dark as ink, as if swallowing my last light.
The six-month period finally arrived. When I reached the valley again, I saw a figure surrounded by a group of Black Clan men—Li Ying. Her appearance was like a blooming black peony, captivating and soul-stirring.
She wore a luxurious yet licentious white gauze dress, thin as cicada wings, semi-transparent and semi-exposed, outlining her voluptuous delicate body. The gauze dress was slit at the chest, revealing her sagging giant breasts. The Black Spade Q gold ornaments on her nipples jingled, and Black Spade tattoos were etched around her areolas, like blooming ink lotuses. Her eyes, buttocks, and ankles each bore a Black Spade Q tattoo, the ink black standing out strikingly on her fair, soft skin, exuding an eerie charm. The recently born twins had made her figure slightly plumper, her lower abdomen flat; it was unclear if she was pregnant again. A red mark was faintly visible on her uterus beneath the gauze dress, like a brand left by the Black Emperor. At this moment, she was graceful and poised, even in her revealing attire amidst the crowd, she held her head high and her chest out. Li Ying slowly walked towards me, her black hair flowing freely, sweat-dampened strands clinging to her cheeks, her dark lips glistening with moisture. Her body exuded a fishy-sweet milky scent, mixed with the masculine aura of the Black Clan. I stood rooted to the spot, my throat dry. The cuckold fetish made my blood surge, my penis unconsciously hardened, and I whispered, "Madam, you… are even more beautiful."
Hearing this, a smile tugged at her lips, but a complex emotion, both tender and estranged, flickered in her eyes. She approached me, her slender hand gently stroking my shoulder, her black nail-polished fingernails grazing my lapel, bringing a faint cool sensation. Her voice was seductive as silk: "Husband, it's been half a year. You've lost some weight. You must have worked hard, haven't you?"
Her tone was gentle, yet carried a hint of lofty authority, truly embodying the aura of a superior. Li Ying took my hand, led me through the gate, along a bamboo path, and into her exclusive room. The room was resplendent with gold, Black Spade Q totems carved into the walls, and a silk bedsheet covered the brocade couch, emitting a mixed scent of osmanthus and arousal fluid. She had me sit on the brocade couch, then leaned close, her swollen lower abdomen lightly pressing against my leg, her breasts heavy against my chest, the gold ornaments on her nipples cool against my skin, sending a tingling sensation. She whispered, "Husband, have you come to take me back this time?"
Her gaze was tender, yet probing, her dark lips slightly parted, her breath like orchids, the fishy-sweet scent assailing me. My heart tightened. The cuckold fetish made me crave her degradation, yet fear her leaving.
I swallowed, my voice low: "Madam, the ten-year pact isn't over yet. You are so happy here… the Black Emperor's grace makes you like an immortal. Why rush back?"
I tried to force a smile, my hand unconsciously stroking her lower abdomen, feeling the warmth of her skin, my mind filled with images of her being played with by the Black Emperor. Her eyes imperceptibly dimmed, disappointment surging like a tide, instantly covered up. She lowered her head, her black hair covering half her face, sweat trickling past her lips, dripping onto her gauze dress, soaking the Black Spade tattoo. She chuckled softly, her voice seductive: "Husband is right. I am indeed very happy here." Her tone was gentle, yet carried a hint of estrangement, as if she had accepted my persuasion, but also completely severed the bond between us. Completely unaware, I was immersed in the cuckold fetish fantasy, my penis painfully hard, and I whispered, "Madam, just be at ease here. I will always support you…"
Li Ying's gaze suddenly changed. She slowly rose, her gauze dress completely slipping off, revealing her fair, soft delicate body. The Black Spade tattoos on her breasts, eyes, buttocks, and ankles gleamed with an ink-black sheen in the lamplight. She leaned down, her dark lips close to my ear, her breath like orchids: "Husband, you've done so much for the Black Clan. I must reward you well…"
Her voice was low and seductive, like poison, making my heart sway.
Her slender hand slid to my crotch, her black nail-polished fingernails lightly scraping my pants, untying the cloth strap, then grasping my flaccid penis, slowly stroking it, bringing a slightly painful pleasure. She murmured, "Husband, your penis is still so pathetic… not even as good as a child's, hmm?"
Her tone was playful mockery, her eyes glinting with a licentious gleam.
Her fingers skillfully stroked, the rhythm speeding up and slowing down, stimulating me until I gasped for breath.
Her other hand slid to my chest, her black nail-polished fingernails lightly scratching my nipples, bringing a tingling, stinging pain. She leaned down, her dark lips enclosing my nipple, her tongue wetly licking, fishy-sweet saliva mixed with her milky scent, almost suffocating me.
She raised her head, her eyes full of temptation, and whispered, "Husband, you've donated so much property to the Black Clan. Is there anything else you haven't handed over? Tell me, this Palace will make you more comfortable…"
Her fingers suddenly tightened. My penis twitched from the stimulation, thin semen oozing out, carrying a weak surge of heat. I gasped for breath, my mind filled with pleasure and humiliation. The cuckold fetish made me lose my sanity, and I murmured, "Madam, I… I still have some gold ingots hidden in the cellar at home…"
As the words left my mouth, my heart trembled, as if I had revealed my last secret, yet I felt satisfied by her caress. Hearing this, a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips, like a hunter who had caught her prey. Her fingers continued to stroke, the rhythm growing more intense, stimulating me to soft groans. Thin semen ejaculated, dripping onto her hand, faintly glistening. I looked down, my gaze falling on her arm, and I suddenly discovered a vine tattoo, encircling her wrist like an exquisite ink-black bracelet, yet exuding an eerie aura. My heart tightened. I recognized this as a symbol from later generations' Black-Fascination culture, symbolizing complete submission and degradation. Her arm slightly lifted, the vine tattoo gleamed with an ink-black sheen in the lamplight, winding like a living thing, outlining her new birth. I swallowed, and whispered, "Madam, your tattoo…"
Hearing this, she chuckled softly, her slender hand gently stroking the vine tattoo, her eyes glinting with fanaticism: "Husband, this is the glory bestowed upon me by the Black Emperor, signifying my complete belonging to the Black Clan."
Her tone carried a hint of showing off, as if deliberately stimulating my inferiority complex. My heart trembled. The cuckold fetish made me both pained and excited, my mind filled with images of her being trained by the Black Emperor, and my penis hardened again.
Li Ying rose, her delicate body glowing softly in the lamplight. Her gauze dress lay scattered on the ground, revealing her fair, soft skin and the pervasive Black Spade tattoos. She leaned down, her dark lips kissing mine, her tongue plunging deep into my mouth, wetly stirring, carrying the fishy-sweet scent of the Black Clan, as if to completely devour me. I held her tight, feeling her sweat-slicked body, my mind consumed by her degradation and tenderness. The cuckold fetish plunged me into this humiliating pleasure.
"Husband, you have offered your gold ingots. This Palace must reward you well."
Her voice was seductive as silk, with a hint of playful mockery. She slowly lifted one leg, revealing her beautiful leg encased in black silk stockings. The stockings were as thin as cicada wings, clinging tightly to her slender leg, outlining its perfect curve. The Black Spade Q tattoo at her ankle was faintly visible, as if testing my limits. Her bare foot stepped on my chest. The cool sensation of the stockings mixed with her body temperature brought a tingling stimulation.
I lay on the cold bluestone floor, my weak body trembling from the cuckold fetish, my penis painfully hard, and I groaned softly: "Madam…"
She chuckled softly, her toes slowly moving downwards. The texture of the stockings rubbed against my skin, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, making my heart sway. Her toes skillfully played with my penis, her black nail-polished toenails scraping against my sensitive glans, bringing a slightly painful pleasure. She leaned down, her swollen lower abdomen slightly rising and falling, milk oozing out, dripping onto my chest, emitting a fishy-sweet scent. Her voice was low and seductive: "Husband, your penis is still so pathetic… but your wife likes to see you like this." Her foot suddenly pressed down. The smoothness of the stockings intertwined with the force of her toes, stimulating me to a lost groan. Thin semen ejaculated, splashing onto her stockings, faintly glistening.
Li Ying smiled contentedly, retracting her beautiful leg. The semen on the stockings slowly slid down, dripping onto the floor with a faint sound. She leaned down, her dark lips close to my ear, her breath like orchids: "Husband, rest well. Your dedication, the Black Clan will not forget."
Her tone was gentle, a cold light flashing in her eyes, as if her last pity for this good-for-nothing. I gasped for breath, my weak body collapsing onto the floor.
I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, my consciousness sinking into an abyss. Yet, in my half-sleep, half-wake state, I vaguely heard whispering. The voices were low and urgent, mixed with a woman's alluring gasps, like Li Ying's voice, yet with a trembling plea for mercy. "Black Emperor… spare me… it's too deep… I can't take it…" Her voice was seductive as poison, yet also somewhat powerless, as if swallowed by endless pleasure. My consciousness struggled to clear, but my weak body dragged me back into darkness. Faintly, I heard a low male voice, thundering like lightning: "Saintess, your slutty cunt was born for our clan!" This was followed by the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, the wet, sticky sounds of arousal fluid mixed with her moans, as if coming from a dark corner of the room, piercing my eardrums.
I tried to open my eyes, but only saw darkness. My mind was filled with images of Li Ying being wantonly played with by the Black Emperor—her delicate body trembling under his giant penis, milk gushing, her uterus filled with semen, the Black Spade Q tattoos glistening with a licentious gleam in the sweat. The cuckold fetish made my blood surge, my penis hardened in my sleep, yet then powerlessly softened.
I softly murmured: "Madam…"
My voice was barely audible, drowned in the abyss of my dream. The whispering gradually faded, as if scattered by the night wind, leaving me alone to sink into the humiliating pleasure.
Morning light filtered through the window lattice, spilling into the splendid room. The bronze lamps were long extinguished, and the air was thick with the lingering licentious aftertaste. I slowly awoke, my body still extremely weak. The coldness of the bluestone floor made me shiver. Li Ying had already risen and was sitting by the brocade couch, re-donning her licentious white gauze dress. The thin gauze clung to her delicate body, outlining her sagging giant breasts and Black Spade Q tattoos. Her black hair flowed freely, sweat-dampened strands clinging to her cheeks, her dark lips glistening with moisture, her eyes showing a hint of tiredness, yet still as gentle as water.
She looked down at me, her slender hand gently stroking the vine tattoo on her arm, as if caressing the totem of the Black Clan. Her voice was seductive, yet with a hint of a test: "Husband, did you sleep well last night?"
I nodded, my throat dry, and whispered, "Madam, I… dreamed of you."
She heard me, a flicker of panic in her eyes, but then she calmed herself. She leaned down, her slightly bulging lower abdomen pressing against my leg, her breasts against my chest, the cold spade Q gold ornament on her nipple touching my skin. She whispered, "Husband, do you truly want me to stay here for another ten years?"
Her gaze was gentle, with a hint of expectation, like a final confirmation. My heart tightened. My cuckold fetish made me both crave her degradation and dread her departure. I swallowed, my voice firm: "Madam, ten years as a Saintess will be your most unforgettable experience."
Her eyes dimmed imperceptibly for a moment, as if her heart had truly died, but she concealed it in an instant. She lowered her head, her dark hair covering half her cheek, sweat beads tracing her lips and dripping onto her gauze dress, wetting the spade tattoo. She chuckled softly, her voice soft and seductive: "Husband, I understand your heart. Let your concubine see you off. There should be a charming black slut coming to serve you soon. Since your concubine and you have been husband and wife, I will surely find the most beautiful slut. Do not refuse; this is your concubine's wish. It is not good for you to suppress yourself always."
I nodded in agreement, finally walking with her to the entrance of the Black Clan's main encampment.
Then, after dismissing the surrounding Black Clan guards, she slowly approached me, her slightly bulging lower abdomen pressing against my waist, her breasts against my chest, the cold spade Q gold ornament on her nipple touching my skin, bringing a wave of tingling numbness. She leaned in, her dark lips kissing mine, her tongue delving deep into my mouth, wet and sticky, stirring, carrying the musky sweetness of the Black Clan, as if to completely devour me. Her kiss was deep and fervent, a flicker of reluctance in her eyes, like a true farewell.
She slowly pulled back, her dark lips glistening wetly, a smile curving at their corners, her face blooming like a spring peony. She whispered, "Husband, don't think too much. We shall meet again another day."
Her gentleness, like water, dispelled my fear. I forced a smile and murmured, "Madam, I await you…" She nodded, turned, and departed, her gauze dress fluttering in the morning light, her back solitary and bewitching, like the embodiment of the Queen of Spades, disappearing into the depths of the bamboo forest. I stood rooted, her scent lingering on my lips, my heart igniting with twisted pleasure due to my cuckold fetish. …
A few days later, at dusk, the setting sun slanted through my home.
Suddenly, the wooden door creaked open, and a woman slowly walked in. It was Li Jing, whom I had glimpsed during our outing in the suburbs. Her appearance was like a gentle spring breeze from Jiangnan, yet also carried a seductive heatwave, making me instinctively hold my breath.
Li Jing's face was as gentle as a Jiangnan woman's, her brows and eyes soft with tenderness, like willow branches in misty rain. Her makeup, however, was exquisitely seductive; dark eyeliner traced captivating curves, and her scarlet lips were painted with moist, alluring gloss. She wore a red sheer dress, the fabric light and translucent, outlining her slender waist and ample bosom, yet cleverly concealing the three points, revealing only her fair collarbones and long, beautiful legs, inspiring endless reverie. A small spade Q tattoo was etched on her ankle, like a secret mark of the Black Clan, glinting with an ink-like sheen in the sunset.
She chuckled softly, her voice clear as a silver bell: "Master Wu, long time no see. Do you still remember me?" My heart jolted, marveling at the word "fate." I quickly invited her to sit, murmuring, "Miss… back then… oh!!! The woman during the outing was you?"
She nodded, sitting on the wooden chair, tilting her head slightly, her hair falling to one side, looking full of gentle sentiment. Then Li Jing spoke bluntly: "Master Wu, I was sent by the Saintess. She wants me to spend a few days with you. After all, it has always been her seeking men outside. Today, let you taste the wild flower's flavor."
"However, for me to accompany you is your loss. Your concubine's slutty cunt might be a bit loose, so please forgive me, Master Wu~" I swallowed, not saying a word. I had been terribly depressed these past few days and indeed wanted to vent. But would this violate Li Ying's agreement with me?
I always had a premonition of ill omen… that something bad would happen if I violated this agreement.
But my gaze involuntarily fell upon her jade feet. Her silk stockings were as thin as cicada wings, tightly clinging to her slender legs, her toes deftly hooking the edge of the wooden chair, as if deliberately teasing my gaze. She noticed my look, a smile curving at her lips, feigning a sigh: "Master Wu need not worry, your concubine was personally assigned by the Saintess, and even Black Emperor has given me some instructions. You know, if it weren't for the Saintess, your concubine wouldn't even get to meet Black Emperor. So your concubine is deeply grateful to you.
I will certainly not betray you…"
Her words were like poison, captivating my mind. Her jade feet slowly lifted, the texture of the silk stockings glistening in the sunset, her toes subtly curled, revealing scarlet nail polish, like blooming poppies. She feigned innocence, stretching her legs, her sheer dress sliding up to her inner thighs, revealing fair skin, yet still covering her private parts, stirring my imagination.
I gasped, the sight making my blood surge, my cock aching, and murmured, "Miss Li, you… have some self-respect…" Li Jing stood before me, her red sheer dress swaying gently in the breeze, the translucent fabric vaguely outlining her graceful figure. Her spade Q tattoo flickered on her ankle, like the brand of the Black Clan, emanating a strange attraction. She slowly approached, her steps light as a cat's, her scarlet lips curving slightly, with a hint of playful mockery. "Master Wu, look at this room, it's quite chilly. Let us go inside and warm up."
Her voice was as soft and melodious as silk, with the graceful and nuanced charm of a Jiangnan woman, yet also containing a soul-stirring allure. She paused, her slender hand gently caressing the armrest of the wooden chair, her scarlet-painted nails scratching a faint sound on the wood grain, as if plucking at my heartstrings. She sat down sideways, her sheer dress sliding to her knees, revealing her legs encased in silk stockings. The texture of the stockings shimmered faintly under the oil lamp, making my throat dry.
I sat on the opposite wooden chair, my fingers involuntarily clenching, trying to conceal the turmoil in my lower body. But I remained impassive, because my cuckold slave persona was only for my wife, not for an ignorant outsider.
Her jade feet slowly lifted, the cool touch of silk stockings gently brushing my knees, her toes deftly sliding, the scarlet nail polish glistening with a bewitching luster under the oil lamp. She feigned a sigh, her voice low and seductive: "Master Wu, look at these feet of mine. They were played wet by the Kunlun slaves at the Black Fascination Club, and even the silk stockings smell of their semen… I wonder if Master Wu would disdain them~~" My cock gave a sudden twitch, my crotch already aching hard. Her toes gently rubbed through the fabric, the pressure sometimes light, sometimes heavy, as if deliberately tormenting my will. I gritted my teeth, trying to resist, but found my body had already betrayed me. A triumphant smile flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly pressed down, her sole grinding against my crotch, stimulating me to let out a muffled groan as thin semen seeped out, soaking my pants and emitting a musky sweet smell.
Li Jing withdrew her jade feet, the silk stockings stained with my semen, slowly sliding off and dripping onto the floor, glistening faintly. She straightened up, her eyes filled with disdain and mockery. She chuckled, her voice clear as a silver bell: "Master Wu, look at you, how lowly. Even my feet can make you cum."
Her words were like a whip, lashing me with unbearable shame.
I lowered my head, breathing heavily, and murmured, "Miss Li, forget it… Even if my wife sent you, I cannot betray my agreement with her. You should go back."
But she was relentless, slowly walking around behind me, her slender hand resting on my shoulder, her fingernail lightly scratching my neck, sending shivers down my spine. She leaned in, her scarlet lips close to my ear, her breath warm, like poison corroding my reason. "That won't do. The Saintess gave me a strict order. If I don't serve you comfortably, I absolutely cannot go back. Your concubine will wait for you in the room. Don't worry, Master, your concubine will make you comfortable. Perhaps you will even remember your concubine's kindness later~~"
Then she gracefully entered my bedroom, leaving me outside the room, utterly bewildered.
A moment later, I paced outside the room with my hands behind my back, occasionally casting an indifferent glance at the door. I always felt there was something strange about this. I could understand Li Ying sending a black-fetish woman to serve me, but why would Black Emperor also personally instruct her?
Moreover, this might be a test from my wife…
"Creak~"
Suddenly the door opened, and a pair of embroidered shoes were set out, emitting a wonderful feminine fragrance, like the faint scent of snow lotus, mixed with a hint of semen.
My gaze was somewhat unfocused. Upon seeing the embroidered shoes standing at the doorway, I felt a little distracted. The desire to plunge my head directly into the embroidered shoes and thoroughly savor their scent lingered in my mind.
"Could it be that she's taken with my handsome appearance? I explicitly told her to leave, and she could have completed her mission, yet she chose to stay. Either she has a greater scheme, or she's attracted to me…"
I took a deep breath, as if wanting to inhale the alluring fragrance emanating from within the embroidered shoes from a meter away. "Did my wife truly arrange this?"
Looking at the beauty in the room, a glint of desire flashed in my eyes.
You see, I particularly liked women with loose lower bodies. That glimpse in the suburbs, I clearly saw her black cunt and big tits below, looking like a faded flower. Yet her face was delicate and adorable, which I really liked… "Mm~~ Please, Master, pity me~~"
Li Jing, as exquisite as if from an ancient drama, seemed very licentious. When she saw me, the clothing on her shoulder slipped down, revealing a fragrant shoulder.
I tried to maintain my composure, as my humble cuckold slave preference was something I didn't like to show to outsiders. "How big are these embroidered shoes?"
"Your concubine doesn't know either, Master, you can see for yourself~~ My feet are right here~~~ Nudge~~~" "Not quite… they feel a bit small. Let me see for myself."
I leaned down, slowly moving my head towards the embroidered shoe.
Instantly, a rich, delicate scent enveloped my nasal cavity, and the soft, supple material felt very much like the high-grade silk I had made for my wife.
I picked up the embroidered shoe, seemingly out of curiosity. As I took it in my hand, the soft fabric of the shoe made my heart stir. "This silk was bestowed upon your concubine by the Saintess. I heard Master made it for the Saintess, so your concubine used it to make a few pairs of shoes. After all, it's only normal for a cuckold slave's 'everything' to be stepped on…"
Li Jing's words made my cock stiffen. I leaned down, trembling, cradled the embroidered shoe, and then plunged my head into its opening.
Boom—