The air in Qian Renxue's chamber thickened, heavy with the scent of lilac, femininity, and raw, unspoken promise.
Song Qing stood frozen for perhaps two heartbeats, his mind struggling to process the sight before him.
Bibi Dong. His revered, powerful Teacher. Regal even in scandalous crimson lace, offering herself with a mixture of shy vulnerability and bold challenge.
Qian Renxue. His secret love, his partner in ambition. Golden, divine, breathtakingly beautiful in scraps of silk that highlighted every curve, her eyes burning with possessive fire.
Mother and daughter.
Side-by-side.
Legs spread wide in blatant invitation.
'My gift…' The thought echoed, incredulous, exhilarating. 'They… they actually did it. The fantasy I whispered… they made it real.'
His blood roared in his ears. His erection, already straining, felt like it might tear through the fine fabric of his robes. The sight was overwhelming, a sensory overload that bypassed rational thought and hit him straight in the gut, in the groin.
Bibi Dong's whispered challenge lingered: Try to hold back… if you can.
A slow, dangerous grin spread across Song Qing's face. The initial shock melted away, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated lust and possessive desire so potent it was almost painful.
Hold back?
Tonight?
With this offering laid bare before him?
'Oh, Teacher… Renxue…' his inner voice purred, dark and predatory. 'You have no idea what you've just done. You think this is a gift? A challenge? This is… unleashing something.'
He didn't need further invitation.
His fingers, usually precise and controlled, fumbled slightly with the fastenings of his own emerald robes. Impatience gnawed at him. He practically tore them off, letting the expensive garment pool unheeded at his feet, joining the discarded promises of decorum.
He stood before them clad only in his underbreeches, his arousal starkly evident, a thick, pulsing testament to the effect they had on him.
Their eyes widened slightly at the sight. Bibi Dong blushed furiously, her gaze dropping momentarily before flicking back up, fascination warring with shyness. Qian Renxue's gaze, however, was direct, almost hungry, her purple eyes darkening as they traced the lines of his body, lingering on his straining erection.
"Impressive, Qing," Renxue murmured, her voice a low, husky purr that vibrated in the charged air. "Ready to claim your gift?"
Bibi Dong shifted slightly on the bed, the movement drawing his eye to the glistening dampness between her crimson-laced thighs. "Qing'er…" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "Don't… don't just stand there…"
He chuckled, a low, rough sound. He started walking towards the bed, his steps deliberate, savoring the moment, savoring the sight of them laid bare for him.
He stopped at the foot of the bed, letting his gaze roam over them. Two perfect bodies, ripe for the taking. The pale, flawless skin of Bibi Dong, marked only by the faint memory of his past attentions, contrasting with the golden luminescence of Qian Renxue. The magnificent, heavy fullness of Bibi Dong's breasts, barely restrained by lace, versus the equally impressive, proud globes displayed by Renxue's minimal silk. Slender waists giving way to intoxicatingly curved hips.
And below… the twin centers of his focus. The dark triangle hinted at beneath Bibi Dong's crimson lace, and the golden curls partially obscured by Renxue's scrap of silk. Both open. Both waiting.
"Such a generous gift," Song Qing said, his voice deeper than usual, rough with restrained need. "Truly… unforgettable."
He reached the side of the bed, standing over them. He looked down first at his Teacher. "Teacher looks… particularly eager tonight. Dressed so… welcomingly."
Bibi Dong blushed again but met his gaze. "Only… only for my disciple's special night, Qing'er."
He leaned down, not to kiss her lips, but to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the swell of her breast just above the lace edge. He flicked his tongue out, tasting her skin.
"Ngh!" Bibi Dong gasped, arching slightly off the pillows.
He turned his attention to Qian Renxue, leaning over her. "And Renxue… always so bold. This… attire… leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination."
He mirrored the action, pressing a searing kiss to the upper curve of her breast, visible above the gold silk triangle.
Renxue shivered, her hand reaching up instinctively to tangle in his hair. "Only for you, Qing. Always."
He straightened slightly, looking from one flushed, beautiful face to the other. Their eyes held mirrored anticipation, mirrored desire.
"Now," he murmured, letting his hand hover deliberately over his own rigid length, still confined by his under breeches. "The question is… who gets the first taste of the main present?"
He let his gaze linger pointedly on their open invitations.
Bibi Dong's blush deepened further. She bit her lower lip, looking almost adorably flustered despite the blatant pose.
Qian Renxue, however, met his gaze with a challenging glint. "Why choose, Qing?" she purred. "Isn't the gift… both of us?" Her hand reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his thigh, dangerously close.
"Indeed," Song Qing agreed, his grin widening. He reached down, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his under breeches and pulling them down, kicking them away impatiently.
His erection sprang free, thick, hard, pulsing with power, veins standing out along the impressive length.
Both women gasped softly at the sight. Bibi Dong's eyes widened, a mixture of awe and hungry appreciation filling them. Renxue licked her lips slowly, her gaze devouring him.
'So big…' Bibi Dong thought, her core clenching. 'Even bigger than I remember… Gods…'
'Finally…' Renxue thought, a possessive thrill shooting through her. 'Mine…'
Song Qing stepped closer, positioning himself between their spread legs. He leaned down, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of Bibi Dong's hips.
"Teacher," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "You look nervous. Is this too much for you?"
"N-no, Qing'er…" she stammered, though her rapidly beating heart betrayed her. "Just… excited… Anticipating…"
His hand moved, fingers tangling gently in the lace covering her mound. He pressed down lightly. "Anticipating this?"
"Ah! Yes!" she moaned, instinctively trying to press upwards against his touch.
He chuckled, then turned his attention to Renxue, shifting slightly. His other hand found the tiny triangle of gold silk covering her. "And Renxue? Impatient?"
Renxue didn't answer with words. She reached up, grabbing his wrist, and pressed his hand firmly against her. "Show me, Qing," she demanded softly, her voice thick with need.
He obliged both of them. His fingers slipped beneath the flimsy barriers of lace and silk. He found them both slick, hot, ready for him. Bibi Dong was incredibly wet, almost dripping, while Renxue was slightly tighter, but equally damp with arousal.
He explored gently at first, teasing fingers brushing against swollen folds, dipping slightly inwards, feeling their heat, their readiness.
"Mmmm…" Bibi Dong whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, lost in the sensation.
"Qing…" Renxue breathed, her hips starting to move subtly against his hand.
He played with them for a few moments, building their anticipation, enjoying their soft moans, the way their breath hitched. He watched their beautiful faces contort with pleasure.
Then, he withdrew his hands.
They both made small sounds of protest.
"Patience," he chuckled softly. He reached out, his hands finding their breasts. He discarded the flimsy lace and silk coverings with dismissive flicks of his wrists, baring them completely to his gaze.
Bibi Dong's dusky pink areolas were tightly pebbled, aching for attention. Renxue's paler nipples were equally hard, pointing towards him invitingly.
He leaned down, taking one of Bibi Dong's nipples into his mouth, sucking strongly, laving it with his tongue. His free hand found Renxue's breast, squeezing gently, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ah! Qing'er! Yes!" Bibi Dong cried out, her back arching sharply.
Renxue gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "More, Qing… please…"
He switched, lavishing equal attention on Renxue's breast with his mouth while his hand tormented Bibi Dong's nipple. He moved back and forth, driving them wild with the dual stimulation. Their moans blended together, a symphony of rising pleasure.
He loved the sight of them like this – flushed, panting, completely focused on the pleasure he was providing.
His hands slid lower, leaving their aching breasts. He traced the lines of their ribs, the gentle curve of their stomachs. His fingers danced teasingly close to their cores again, making them squirm, before moving lower still.
His hands landed squarely on their hips, fingers digging in slightly.
"Turn over," he commanded softly.
They looked at each other for a fraction of a second, a silent communication passing between mother and daughter, before obeying instantly. They shifted, rolling onto their stomachs, presenting their magnificent backsides to him.
Bibi Dong's was pale, full, perfectly rounded. Renxue's held a similar perfection, perhaps slightly firmer, glowing golden in the dim light.
Song Qing admired the view for a moment, his erection pulsing fiercely. Two perfect pairs of buttocks, offered up for his pleasure.
He reached out, running his palms possessively over the smooth curves. So soft, yet firm beneath.
Then, his hands rose slightly.
SMACK!
He brought his palms down firmly, one on each of them, simultaneously.
"Ngh!" Bibi Dong yelped, her body jolting.
"Ah!" Renxue cried out, pressing her face into the pillows.
The sound echoed slightly in the quiet room. Bright red handprints began to bloom instantly on their pale and golden skin.
Song Qing felt a surge of possessive satisfaction. The sting, their surprised cries turning instantly into low moans… it fueled his own arousal further.
He brought his hands down again.
SMACK! SMACK!
Harder this time, alternating cheeks.
"Ah! Qing'er!"
"Mmmph! Qing!"
Their muffled cries were laced with undeniable pleasure now. He saw their hips instinctively trying to push upwards, towards the sting, towards the pleasure.
He paused the spanking, leaning down between them, his voice a low whisper near their ears. "You know," he murmured conspiratorially, his hand gently rubbing one of Bibi Dong's reddened cheeks, then moving to caress Renxue's, "it's fascinating. Mother and daughter… both seem to enjoy this particular form of… encouragement… quite intensely."
He felt them both stiffen slightly, then relax, flushing hotly under his touch and his words.
Bibi Dong turned her head slightly, hiding her face in the pillow, embarrassed but undeniably aroused. "Impudent disciple…" she mumbled, though her trembling body betrayed her enjoyment.
Renxue let out a soft, shaky laugh against the bedding. "Perhaps… some preferences are hereditary, Qing?" she admitted breathlessly, her voice thick with pleasure.
"Perhaps they are," Song Qing chuckled darkly. He punctuated the statement with one final, firm smack on each of them.
SMACK! SMACK!
Their answering moans were louder this time, less inhibited.
'They really do love it,' he thought with satisfaction. 'Just like Renxue had told him long back and his teacher's reaction he had observed during the previous events when he waas intimate with her. This is quite entertaining.'
He stopped the spanking, instead running his hands possessively over their stinging, heated skin. He let his fingers dip slightly, tracing the upper crack of their buttocks, feeling the involuntary clenching of their muscles in response.
He decided it was time. The teasing, the foreplay… it had built the tension to an almost unbearable peak.
He gently urged Bibi Dong to turn back over, then did the same with Qian Renxue. They lay facing him again, flushed, panting, their eyes glazed with lust and anticipation, their bodies thoroughly warmed up and sensitized.
He looked from one to the other. Bibi Dong, his Teacher, the one who had initiated him into these pleasures, albeit incompletely. Qian Renxue, his love, the one he shared deeper secrets with, still untouched, a virgin.
The choice was obvious. Tonight, the gift would be claimed properly.
He positioned himself before Qian Renxue. Her breath hitched, her purple eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. She knew what was coming. This was it.
"Renxue," he murmured, cupping her face gently, his thumb stroking her cheek. "Are you ready?"
She nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, Qing," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I… I want you. Please."
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. It tasted of her, of desire, of the promise of this moment. His tongue plundered her mouth, a preview of the deeper invasion to come.
While kissing her, he guided the thick, pulsing head of his erection to her entrance. He felt her heat, her wetness, the slight resistance of her maidenhead.
He broke the kiss, looking down into her wide, trusting eyes. "This might hurt a little at first," he warned softly.
"I don't care," she breathed. "Just… be inside me, Qing."
He took a steadying breath. Then, with a controlled, powerful thrust of his hips, he pushed forward.
There was resistance, a definite tightness. He felt the delicate membrane stretch, then tear.
Renxue cried out, a sharp sound of pain mingled with a gasp of shocked sensation. Her hands clenched into fists on the sheets beside her. Tears sprang to her eyes.
Song Qing paused instantly, holding himself still just inside her, letting her adjust. He leaned down, kissing her forehead gently, murmuring soothing words. "Shhh… it's alright, Renxue… Just breathe…"
He felt her trembling beneath him. He waited, patiently, until the initial sharp pain began to subside, replaced by a feeling of fullness, of being stretched, possessed. He felt her muscles instinctively trying to clench around him, then slowly, tentatively, begin to relax.
After a long moment, she looked up at him, tears still glistening, but her eyes held not just pain, but wonder, and burgeoning pleasure. "Qing…" she whispered. "You're… inside me…"
He smiled gently. "Yes." He began to move, slowly at first, withdrawing slightly before pushing back in, his movements shallow, careful.
Each careful slide sent jolts through Renxue. The initial pain faded further, replaced by friction, by heat, by an entirely new kind of pleasure building deep within her. She started to moan softly, unconsciously arching her hips to meet his tentative thrusts.
"Oh… Qing… yes… like that…"
Seeing her begin to respond, Song Qing gradually increased the depth and pace of his thrusts. He was still mindful of her tightness, mindful that this was her first time, but her eager response spurred him on.
He felt incredible. Buried deep inside her, surrounded by her tight, wet heat… it was intoxicating. He had imagined this moment, fantasized about it, but the reality was far more potent, more overwhelming.
Renxue clung to him, her moans growing louder, her body moving instinctively with his. The pleasure built rapidly, becoming sharper, more demanding. "Faster, Qing… please… harder…" she begged between gasps.
He obliged, his thrusts becoming deeper, stronger, faster. He pounded into her, claiming her completely, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room, mingling with her cries of pleasure.
Bibi Dong watched them, propped up on her elbows nearby. A complex mix of emotions swirled within her. A pang of jealousy, perhaps, seeing him initiate Renxue, claiming her daughter's first time. But overriding that was a profound wave of arousal, watching her beloved disciple, the man she secretly adored, finally taking a woman completely. Seeing his power, his passion unleashed… it made her own body ache, her core clench with need. She reached down, her own fingers finding her slick folds, providing some relief while she watched, utterly captivated.
Renxue felt the pressure building uncontrollably within her. A shattering climax was approaching fast. "Qing! Qing, I'm… I'm close!" she cried out, her eyes wide.
Song Qing felt her inner walls clenching tightly around him, felt the tell-tale tremors starting deep within her. He drove into her harder, faster, pushing her over the edge.
With a final, piercing scream, Qian Renxue convulsed around him, her body arching off the bed as waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripped through her, the first orgasm of her life shattering her senses.
Her climax triggered his own. With a guttural groan, feeling the culmination of years of suppressed desire finally unleashed, Song Qing exploded deep inside her, spilling his hot seed, his first release within a woman, into her virgin passage. He pulsed again and again, emptying himself completely.
He collapsed onto her, panting heavily, slick with sweat, burying his face in her golden hair. Renxue lay beneath him, trembling, tears of pleasure streaming down her face, utterly spent, utterly claimed.
They lay like that for a long moment, recovering, their hearts pounding in unison.
Finally, Song Qing stirred, carefully withdrawing from her. Renxue whimpered slightly at the loss of connection. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tenderly. "Thank you, Renxue," he whispered against her lips. "That was… perfect."
She smiled weakly, her eyes hazy with bliss. "Thank you, Qing…"
He rolled off her gently, turning his attention immediately to the other woman waiting patiently, her eyes burning with undisguised need, her hand still busy between her legs.
Bibi Dong stopped her ministrations the moment his eyes met hers. She offered a shaky, inviting smile. "My turn… Qing'er?" she whispered hopefully, her voice thick with arousal.
Song Qing smirked. He felt surprisingly recovered, his stamina already returning, fueled by the sheer eroticism of the situation. He crawled over the bed towards her.
"Impatient, Teacher?" he teased, looming over her.
"Desperate," she corrected breathlessly, reaching up to pull his head down towards hers.
He met her kiss hungrily. This kiss was different from Renxue's – more experienced, perhaps, but no less passionate. Her tongue met his eagerly, fencing, demanding.
He moved between her legs, already slick and ready for him. There was no need for gentle initiation here. He positioned himself, grasped her hips firmly, and thrust into her welcoming heat with a single, powerful stroke.
"AH!" Bibi Dong cried out, her eyes flying wide, her back arching violently. The feeling of him fully inside her, thick and hard after witnessing him with her daughter… it was overwhelmingly intense. So much better, so much more fulfilling than their previous, incomplete encounters.
"Qing'er!" she sobbed, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Yes! Finally! Fill me!"
Song Qing groaned, burying himself to the hilt within her tight, wet channel. She felt incredible. Hot, slick, gripping him tightly. He began to move, his thrusts hard, fast, almost brutal from the start.
The raw power of Song Qing's thrust stole the air from Bibi Dong's lungs, replacing it with a ragged cry that was equal parts shock and pure, unadulterated bliss.
"AH! Qing'er!"
She clung to him, legs wrapped high around his waist, fingers digging into the hard muscle of his back. He filled her completely, a thick, hot presence that stretched and invaded in a way her body had only dreamed of. Witnessing him claim Renxue's innocence moments before had cranked her own need to an unbearable pitch, and this final, complete possession was the release she desperately craved.
"Yes! Finally!" she sobbed against his shoulder, tears of overwhelming ecstasy tracking through the flush on her cheeks. "Fill me, Qing'er! Please… fill me completely!"
Song Qing groaned, a deep, primal sound rumbling in his chest. Sheathing himself fully within her tight, wet heat felt… phenomenal. Different from Renxue's virgin tightness, this was the embrace of an experienced woman, slick and welcoming, yet gripping him powerfully. He felt the subtle textures of her inner walls, the way her muscles clenched instinctively around him.
He didn't grant her stillness. The beast unleashed within him demanded motion, demanded conquest. He began to move immediately, his hips driving forward with a hard, rhythmic pounding that slammed her back against the plush mattress.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the chamber, a wet, visceral beat accompanying Bibi Dong's rising moans.
"Ah! Yes, Qing'er! Harder! Oh, gods… like that!"
She met his thrusts eagerly, her own hips rising off the bed to meet his descent, riding him with a wild abandon that belied her usual regal composure. This wasn't the Supreme Pontiff; this was simply Bibi Dong, his woman, utterly consumed by lust, desperate for the pleasure only he could provide.
He tangled one hand in her rose pink hair, tilting her head back, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat. His mouth descended, not for a kiss, but to latch onto the pale skin, sucking hard, leaving a dark, angry mark – a fresh brand of ownership.
"Ngh! Master!" she cried out, the familiar address slipping out in her ecstasy.
He growled low in his throat, spurred on by her submission, by the sight of his mark blooming on her perfect skin. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, almost punishingly intense. He wanted to shatter her control, push her past her limits, hear her scream his name.
Renxue watched from where she lay, propped up slightly on her elbows, her body still trembling from her own recent climax. The initial soreness between her legs was already fading, replaced by a dull, pleasant ache and a surprising, rekindling warmth.
Watching Qing take her mother with such raw, dominant force… it was unexpectedly riveting. She saw the same intensity he'd shown her, but amplified, unleashed. Bibi Dong, usually so powerful and composed, was utterly undone beneath him, her cries echoing shamelessly, her body writhing in pleasure.
'Gods, he's incredible,' Renxue thought, her core clenching sympathetically. 'He took me so thoroughly… and now Mother… She looks… completely overwhelmed. Completely his.' A strange mix of possessiveness and shared experience resonated within her. 'He belongs to both of us tonight…'
Song Qing felt Bibi Dong nearing her peak. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her moans pitched higher, her inner muscles clenching spasmodically around him.
"Qing'er! Please! I'm close! Ahhh!"
He drove into her one final time, burying himself as deep as possible, holding her hips pinned down as her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed, a long, keening sound of pure release, her body convulsing violently around his shaft. The intensity of her climax sent ripples of pleasure through him, pushing his own control closer to the edge.
He held himself still for a moment, letting her ride out the waves, before slowly withdrawing. Bibi Dong collapsed back onto the mattress, utterly boneless, gasping for air, her eyes glazed over with sated bliss.
But Song Qing wasn't finished. Not even close. His erection remained defiantly hard, pulsing with renewed energy. He looked from the spent Bibi Dong to the watching Qian Renxue, whose eyes now held a clear, returning hunger.
He crawled over the bed, bypassing Bibi Dong for the moment, and positioned himself before Renxue again.
"Ready for more, my love?" he murmured, tracing the faint tear tracks on her cheek with a gentle finger.
Renxue nodded eagerly, reaching for him. "Yes, Qing. Always ready for you." The initial pain was a distant memory, replaced entirely by craving.
"Good," he smirked. "Because I have plans for you."
He gently guided her onto her hands and knees, positioning her so her magnificent, rounded backside was presented perfectly to him. The white skin glowed, still bearing the faint red marks from his earlier spanking.
He admired the view for a second, his hand tracing the curve of her hip, before positioning himself behind her. He applied a generous amount of her own slickness to his shaft with his fingers, then guided himself slowly towards her still-tight entrance.
Renxue braced herself, expecting discomfort, but he entered her much more easily this time, her body already accommodating him, primed by their first encounter. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he filled her from this new angle.
"Oh… Qing… that feels…"
He didn't let her finish. He began to move, his thrusts deep and steady, finding a rhythm that stretched her deliciously. He placed his hands firmly on her hips, guiding her movements, controlling the pace.
This position offered him an incredible view – her arched back, the sway of her hips, the way her golden hair spilled over her shoulders. And her perfect, heart-shaped buttocks, jiggling slightly with each thrust.
He couldn't resist. Leaning forward, he bit down gently on the upper curve of one cheek, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Qing!"
He chuckled, then followed the bite with a stinging slap.
SMACK!
"Ah! Yes!" she cried out, pushing back against his thrust instinctively.
He alternated thrusts with slaps, bites, and possessive squeezes, playing her body like an instrument. Renxue moaned shamelessly, lost in the primal rhythm, the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. She loved this angle, loved the feeling of being taken so completely from behind, loved the sting of his hand on her flesh.
Nearby, Bibi Dong had recovered enough to watch again. Seeing Renxue taken from behind, hearing her daughter's unrestrained cries, seeing the red marks bloom under Qing'er's hand… it reignited her own embers instantly. She shifted, spreading her legs slightly again, her gaze fixed on the scene, her fingers finding her clit once more.
Song Qing felt Renxue tightening around him again, her breathing becoming ragged. He increased his pace, pounding into her faster, harder, driving her towards another peak.
"Qing! Oh gods, Qing! Right there! Yes!"
With a final, desperate cry, she climaxed again, her body shuddering violently, her inner walls milking him fiercely.
He followed her swiftly, groaning as he emptied himself deep within her pulsing heat for the second time.
He withdrew slowly, leaving her trembling and gasping on the bed. He moved back towards Bibi Dong, who was already reaching for him, her eyes glazed with renewed need.
"Again, Qing'er?" she whispered hopefully.
"Always, Teacher," he growled, mounting her without preamble.
The night unfolded in a relentless, decadent tapestry of sensation. Song Qing moved between mother and daughter with tireless energy, his youthful vigor seemingly boundless, amplified perhaps by the sheer erotic charge of the situation. He took them in every position imaginable.
He had Renxue ride him again, marveling at her quick adaptation, her natural rhythm. He guided her hips, whispering encouragement and dirty praise, occasionally swatting her bouncing buttocks until she screamed with pleasure, climaxing hard against his lap as he filled her hand with his release.
He lifted Bibi Dong, pressing her back against the ornate headboard, one of her legs hooked over his shoulder, taking her in a standing position leaning over the bed, driving into her with deep, powerful thrusts that made her toes curl, her cries echoing off the carved wood. He came on her magnificent breasts that time, watching the pearly seed drip down her flushed skin before leaning in to lick it clean himself, savoring her taste.
He had them lie side-by-side, facing him, and positioned himself between them. He penetrated Bibi Dong while his hand worked Renxue's swollen folds, bringing them both to screaming climaxes simultaneously, his own release flooding Bibi Dong's eager passage.
He commanded them both onto their knees before him, side-by-side, and had them pleasure him orally together. Bibi Dong's experienced skill complemented Renxue's eager, if slightly less practiced, enthusiasm. He tangled his fingers in their hair, guiding their heads, groaning as their mouths worked him over, the sight of mother and daughter serving him so intimately almost pushing him over the edge prematurely. He finished deep in Bibi Dong's throat that time, praising her skill.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Renxue onto his lap, facing him, guiding her down onto his hardness, kissing her deeply as she impaled herself. He held her hips, controlling the pace, grinding against her sensitive spots until she sobbed uncontrollably, climaxing again and again before he allowed himself release inside her.
He turned Bibi Dong over his knee, ignoring her laughing protests that quickly turned into breathless moans, and delivered a thorough, stinging spanking until her perfect backside was flushed a deep, vibrant red. Then, while she was still quivering and sensitive, he entered her from behind, his fingers finding her clit, bringing her to another shattering orgasm fueled by pain and pleasure.
He even, at one point, guided their hands, having them touch each other under his watchful eye. Renxue explored her mother's surprisingly soft skin, her mature curves, while Bibi Dong hesitantly caressed Renxue's firmer flesh. There was an initial awkwardness, a deep flush on both their faces, but under his low-voiced encouragement, seeing the pleasure it clearly gave him, they complied, their touches becoming slightly bolder, exploring the similarities and differences in their bodies, creating a unique, forbidden intimacy that heightened everyone's arousal.
Song Qing was relentless. He fucked them until they were weak, trembling, barely able to move. He pushed their boundaries, discovered hidden sensitivities, learned the unique sounds each woman made at the peak of her pleasure.
He marked their bodies with bites and love bites, possessive reminders of the night.
He climaxed countless times – inside Renxue, inside Bibi Dong, across their stomachs, their breasts, their faces, even coating their hair once when they pleasured him orally together, reveling in the messy, debauched evidence of their marathon session.
And they, in turn, met his seemingly insatiable demands with astonishing resilience and eagerness. Fueled by love, by lust, by the thrill of the taboo, by the sheer overwhelming pleasure he provided, they surrendered completely.
They obeyed his every command, writhed under his touch, screamed his name, begged for more even when they thought they couldn't possibly take it. They discovered depths of pleasure, heights of ecstasy they hadn't known existed.
Bibi Dong felt years of stress, responsibility, and heartache melt away, replaced by pure, hedonistic bliss. She had never felt so cherished, so desired, so thoroughly claimed. Being used like this by Qing'er, alongside her daughter… it was wrong, perhaps, by conventional standards, but it felt so incredibly right.
Renxue blossomed under his touch. Her initiation into physical love was intense, overwhelming, but utterly satisfying. She felt desired, possessed, cherished. Sharing him with her mother wasn't the awkward or jealous experience she might have feared; instead, it forged a strange, powerful bond between them, a shared secret centered on the man they both adored.
'He's… a beast,' Bibi Dong thought hazily somewhere in the pre-dawn hours, pinned beneath him again, his thrusts still surprisingly strong despite the hours passed. 'A beautiful, insatiable beast… And he's ours…'
'Never stop, Qing,' Renxue silently pleaded, draped over his back as he took her from behind again, her body aching but still craving his touch. 'Never, ever stop…'
The first pale fingers of dawn crept through the high windows, finding the opulent chamber a scene of beautiful devastation. Crimson lace lay torn on the floor beside shreds of gold silk. The large bed was a tangled mess of limbs, sweat-slicked skin, and rumpled sheets stained with the evidence of their marathon.
Song Qing lay sprawled in the center, utterly depleted but profoundly satisfied, Bibi Dong curled possessively against one side, her head resting on his chest, fast asleep. Qian Renxue lay draped across his other side, her golden hair fanned out across the pillows, her breathing deep and even.
Their bodies bore the marks of his possession – red handprints fading on their buttocks, love bites scattered across necks and breasts, skin slightly sticky, flushed with exertion.
His first time. Their shared gift.
He had unwrapped it thoroughly.
A faint smirk touched his lips before exhaustion finally claimed him, pulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep nestled between the two most important women in his life. The beast was, for now, finally sated.