The main hall had now transformed into a sea of surging energy. The thick scent of passion mixed with the seething spiritual aura of Wei Yan's Chaos Body, creating an atmosphere so heavy that the air seemed to pulsate. After giving the Dragon an initial satisfaction, Wei Yan looked down at Feng Xiuyi, who was already on the verge of insanity. The Phoenix's body was trembling violently, her fair skin now flushed with accelerated blood flow, and her sacred area continued to pulsate, releasing a clear fluid that soaked the silk sheets beneath her.
Wei Yan stroked Ao Ningyan's cheek for a moment, gazed into the dragon's still misty silver eyes, then commanded with undeniable authority. "Step aside for a moment, Ningyan. I want to satisfy this noisy little bird first. She's been waiting at the fire gate for too long, and this Seat doesn't want her fire extinguished before I personally tame her."
Ao Ningyan, still limp with the remnants of her orgasm coursing through her nerves, crawled back with the absolute obedience of a conquered wife, giving her husband ample space. Wei Yan didn't waste a second. With a rough yet calculated movement, he positioned Feng Xiuyi in the doggy style position. He gripped Xiuyi's slender hips with both of his large hands, lifting her high into the Phoenix's inviting position, then without further ado, he slammed his manhood into her in one deadly thrust that penetrated her to her deepest depths.
"AAAKHHHHHHHH! DAAAAAN! AH-YAAA! GOING... SO DEEP!" Xiuyi's shrill scream pierced the silence of the hall and echoed up to the high ceiling. The pain of her ripping hymen was fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the waves of intense pleasure she had been craving since the beginning of the night. Wei Yan didn't give Xiuyi time to catch her breath; he pumped relentlessly into her with a brutal rhythm. Each impact created a loud, smacking sound, clashing with the Phoenix's throaty moans.
As his hips worked at an increasing pace, Wei Yan reached for a white silk handkerchief with one hand to wipe away the crimson bloodstains that signaled the official conquest of the Phoenix bloodline. Meanwhile, his other hand grabbed the base of Xiuyi's azure hair, pulling it back forcefully. The tug forced Xiuyi's head back, revealing her beautiful, slender neck and a face filled with agonized ecstasy.
"Don't you want to be dominated, Xiuyi?! Look at you now, just a bird begging for its master!" Wei Yan growled in Xiuyi's ear, giving her a small nip that made her squeal.
"Yes! Keep going... destroy me! Ahhh! Master... I'm yours! Use me to your heart's content!" Xiuyi babbled, her consciousness fading into a haze of lust. Her hips moved wildly, as if they had a life of their own, seeking every inch of Wei Yan's manhood filling her womb.
After a few minutes of rear-fucked conquest that left Xiuyi's legs trembling helplessly, Wei Yan decided to change the dynamic. He wanted to see how this Phoenix's fire blazed under a false sense of control. Wei Yan lay back on the mattress, his broad pecs glistening with sweat. With one firm tug on Xiuyi's arm, he flipped her over into a woman-on-top position.
"Pump yourself, Little Bird. Show me how thirsty you are for my essence. Let me see how the Phoenix dances on the dragon!" Wei Yan commanded with a predatory grin.
Feng Xiuyi, who had lost all sense of shame, didn't wait for a second command. She immediately sat upright on top of Wei Yan, allowing her husband's manhood to fully penetrate her. She wrapped her fingers around Wei Yan's strong shoulders, seeking support, and began to move up and down at a fast, passionate pace. Her azure hair swayed wildly, covering her flushed face, while her eyes were tightly closed, savoring every hot friction that burned her deepest core.
"Nghhh... Ahhh... Master... this... this is too good... mmm!" Xiuyi moaned loudly, her voice rising and falling with the rhythm of her increasingly rapid movements.
However, Wei Yan wasn't finished teaching her the lesson of dominance. While Xiuyi was working hard on him, Wei Yan reached out for Ao Ningyan, who was at his feet. Using his physical strength, he pulled Ningyan's plump buttocks upwards, positioning her so that she was sitting directly above his face. Wei Yan let his mouth and tongue begin to work on the sacred cave the Dragon had created.
The sight was truly incredible; A man was being pumped by the Phoenix on top of him, while he was devouring the Dragon's penis beneath him. Ao Ningyan, suddenly attacked by Wei Yan's tongue, screamed, her body tensing and her fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
On top of Wei Yan, the situation became increasingly chaotic and filled with the utmost eroticism. Feng Xiuyi and Ao Ningyan were now in a very close and intimate position. As Xiuyi continued her wild movements, pumping Wei Yan, she leaned forward, grabbing Ao Ningyan's face within reach. The two began a passionate kiss, their dragon and phoenix tongues intertwining, as if trying to steal each other's last breaths.
Their hands didn't stay still; Xiuyi groped Ningyan's swaying breasts, while Ningyan, in a raised position, began to squeeze Xiuyi's thighs, encouraging her to move even more wildly to please their husband. They both competed in their devotion, yet at the same time, supported each other in reaching unimaginable heights of passion.
"Ahhh! Sister Ningyan... look, Master... he's really devouring us!" Xiuyi moaned between her heated caresses with the dragon.
"Mmphhh... don't talk... keep moving... ahhh! Master's tongue... is really driving me crazy!" Ningyan replied in a broken voice.
Wei Yan, positioned between these two legendary women, felt like the master of the universe. He could feel Xiuyi's fiery body heat and Ningyan's powerful aura merging within him. Whenever Xiuyi seemed to tire, Wei Yan would grip her hips and help her thrust harder and deeper, ensuring there was no space between them.
"Look at you two," Wei Yan growled between his tongue movements with Ningyan. "Two divine beings who can only beg a man now. Tell me, who is your master?!"
"You! Lord Wei Yan! Ahhh... only you!" Xiuyi and Ningyan shouted in unison.
The sounds of moans, groans, and the collision of bodies filled every corner of the hall, creating a sacred melody of debauchery. Feng Xiuyi continued to pump with the last of her strength, her eyes now emitting a faint azure light, indicating that her Phoenix essence was at its peak. She clawed at Wei Yan's chest, leaving red marks that only further aroused him.
Wei Yan continued to let the game continue, savoring every second of his two wives' efforts to satisfy him. He watched as the two women caressed and kissed each other on top of him, a sight that would shatter any man's sanity. But for Wei Yan, this was only the beginning of the absolute domination he would establish with them.
The climax of the storm of passion between the Dragon and the Phoenix finally reached an unbearable boiling point. Wei Yan felt the energy flowing from his Chaos Body roil violently, demanding a release that would seal the fate of these two legendary women forever. His back muscles tensed like a fully stretched bow, his veins bulged beneath his sweaty skin, and his voice boomed low, vibrating the air throughout the hall.
"You... get ready!"
At that command, Ao Ningyan and Feng Xiuyi felt as if they had received a final boost of energy from their primordial instincts. As soon as Wei Yan reached his peak, they both simultaneously let out ear-splitting screams.
"AAAKHHHHHHHH! LORD! NOOO—YES!"
Their screams collided, creating a high-pitched echo of ecstasy that reached the ceiling of the hall. Ningyan's body convulsed rigidly beneath Wei Yan's tongue, arching tightly, her toes curling in a numbing orgasm. In front of her, Xiuyi screamed even louder, her eyes rolling upwards until only the whites remained as she felt Wei Yan plunge all of his hot, thick, and abundant essence into the Phoenix's womb.
Wei Yan's golden light and Xiuyi's azure flames exploded momentarily in synchronized climax, filling the hall with a spiritual aura so pure that particles of light seemed to dance in the air. Xiuyi continued to scream hoarsely until her voice died away, collapsing limply on Wei Yan's chest, her breath halted momentarily by the waves of orgasm that continued to sweep through her. Meanwhile, Ningyan continued to whimper and cry out, her body trembling violently in the lingering afterglow of the contractions.
Wei Yan didn't let them linger in post-climax weakness for long. With one rough, dominant yet possessive movement, he rose and grabbed both of their arms. He dragged the two women's still limp, wet, and trembling bodies toward the edge of the giant bed. The sound of their skin rubbing against the smooth silk added to the sense of absolute subjugation.
Wei Yan then sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling toward the floor, while Ao Ningyan and Feng Xiuyi knelt on the cold floor. The contrast between the cold floor and their bodies, still burning with the afterglow of their union, created a sensation that made them even more submissive and small beneath their husband's feet.
"Prove your devotion now," Wei Yan said coldly.
Without needing a second command, the conquered Dragon and Phoenix immediately leaned forward. With the remnants of their breaths panting and messy hair covering their flushed faces, they began to play with Wei Yan's junior, who still stood tall and defiant. Their tongues worked with devotion, sharing space in complete harmony—something impossible for a Dragon and Phoenix in the outside world. They cleaned up the remnants of their union with deep respect, occasionally casting adoring glances at Wei Yan.
"How is it?" Wei Yan asked curtly, his large hands alternately stroking Xiuyi's blue hair and Ningyan's silver hair.
Ao Ningyan looked up, her silver eyes no longer radiating arrogance, but absolute devotion. "We are so happy to have been conquered by you, Master... our bodies and minds now belong solely to you, and every drop of your essence is our highest gift," she said in a hoarse, adoring voice.
Feng Xiuyi nodded in agreement in between his busy schedule, letting Wei Yan's fingers tug at his hair a little to make him look up. "Mmm..." Wei Yan groaned in satisfaction, feeling the warmth and softness of their tongue and mouth which had now been completely tamed.
However, Wei Yan's predatory gaze now shifted, past the shoulders of the two kneeling women to the last two figures who were still on the bed. There, Lan Xiyi, the Sword Goddess who usually had a sharp and cold aura, now looked withered. Her cockiness had been dulled by her own climax that she had forcefully reached while just watching the madness before her eyes; She leaned against the bedpost with her legs spread limply, looking at Wei Yan with a thirsty yet shy gaze.
Beside her, Yao Moli, the Alchemist Sage who was usually full of calculations, was now in a complete mess. Her hair was messy, and her own hands were still moving wildly over her sacred area, masturbating passionately as if the most powerful potion she had ever concocted had turned to poison her with uncontrollable lust. Yao Moli's unbearable moans filled the remaining silence of the hall.
Wei Yan grinned, an expression that promised the destruction of any remaining dignity. He slowly turn his head and stare from the edge of the bed, exuding a pressure that made the air around Lan Xiyi and Yao Moli feel extremely heavy and suffocating.
"Now it's your turn," said Wei Yan in a low tone but full of new fire of desire. "I will teach you how to truly be an obedient disciple, and how to draw the sword from its deepest sheath until it will never be blunt again!"
Lan Xiyi trembled violently, not because of fear, but because of the anticipation that tormented her insides. While Yao Moli could only groan loudly, her hands moved faster and faster as she stared at the man who would soon shatter her alchemical logic tonight into pieces of pure lust.