Chapter 475: Ruthless Conquest on the Wet Marble

The steaming waters of the Sacred Nine-Dragon Bathhouse lapped quietly against the marble steps as the echoes of the battle faded into the sound-severed dome overhead.

Pinned flush against Alaric’s bare, muscular torso in the waist-deep water, Imperial Consort De, Yan Ruyu, trembled from head to toe.

With her Late-Stage Martial King meridians completely sealed by Alaric’s arcane lock, the proud Chief Arbiter of the Inner Court had only the physical strength of an ordinary woman left in her limbs. Her massive, wet, snow-white breasts were crushed flat against Alaric’s hard chest, her crooked silver-rimmed spectacles were steamed over on the bridge of her nose, and her wide, sensual hips and bare thighs were pressed tightly against the front of his black silk trousers—where she could already feel the terrifying, rock-hard outline of his swelling manhood pressing against her lower belly.

“Let… let go of me, you filthy bastard!” Yan Ruyu spat, her face burning a furious, humiliated scarlet as she twisted her shoulders uselessly in his iron grip. “Do you have any idea who I am?! I am Imperial Consort De of the Celestial Dragon Empire! Emperor Huang Long is a True Martial Emperor! When Eunuch Feng and the Second Prince discover what you have done, they will tear your soul into ten thousand pieces!”

Alaric looked down into her furious phoenix eyes from inches away, his ruby gaze cold, amused, and completely unbothered by her threats.

Instead of answering her with words, Alaric raised his right hand from her waist and brought his open palm down in a sharp, heavy slap directly across the lush, exposed curve of her right buttock beneath the surface of the water!

*SMACK!*

The heavy impact sent a splash of hot water into the air and jolted Yan Ruyu’s entire body forward against his chest.

“Ah—!” Yan Ruyu gasped sharply, her eyes widening behind her spectacles as a fiery sting spread across her pale, firm ass cheek, followed by the shocking humiliation of being struck there like a disobedient servant girl.

“You are not in the Palace Discipline Registry anymore, Yan Ruyu,” Alaric said, his deep voice calm and ruthless as his large hand gripped the freshly reddened globe of her bare buttock and squeezed the plush, yielding flesh hard enough to leave five deep finger-marks in her fair skin. “In this bathhouse, your palace laws mean nothing, and your Emperor is five hundred miles away being kept busy by the northern border. Cui Yulan, Zhao Mengxue, and Su Xinyue brought you and Ning Wan’er into this pool as my spoils. And tonight, I am going to use every inch of your ripe, arrogant body until you learn who your new master is.”

As Alaric effortlessly lifted the kicking, cursing Yan Ruyu out of the water under one arm and carried her up onto the wide, dry white-jade platform in the center of the pool, Cui Yulan, Zhao Mengxue, and Su Xinyue held a weeping, terrified Ning Wan’er right beside the broken jade zither.

“Mengxue! Xinyue! Yulan!” Yan Ruyu shouted hoarsely as Alaric threw her down onto her back across the warm white jade, where Cui Yulan immediately knelt behind her head to pin both of Yan Ruyu’s slender wrists flat against the stone. “Have you three no shame left at all?! You are Imperial Consorts! How can you hold down your own palace sisters to be raped by an outsider?!”

Zhao Mengxue laughed softly, kneeling on the jade platform to Yan Ruyu’s left and grabbing Yan Ruyu’s left ankle, while Su Xinyue knelt on the right and gripped her right ankle—the two naked, heavy-breasted consorts forcefully pulling Yan Ruyu’s long, pale, sculpted legs wide apart so her smooth, pink, hairless lower lips were completely exposed to the warm bathhouse air and Alaric’s gaze.

“Save your breath, Sister Ruyu,” Zhao Mengxue purred, running a manicured hand soothingly yet mockingly up the inside of Yan Ruyu’s trembling thigh. “For ten years in the palace, you looked down your nose at Xinyue and me behind those spectacles of yours whenever Emperor Huang Long visited our chambers. Soon enough, you will be thanking us on your knees for introducing you to a real man.”

“Look at what Master has waiting for you, Sister Ruyu, Sister Wan’er,” Su Xinyue whispered breathily as Alaric untied the waist-cord of his wet black silk trousers and let them drop to the jade floor.

As his massive, thick, heavily veined erection sprang free—jutting out nine scorching inches, flushed an angry purple-red and pulsing with the overwhelming Yang vitality of his Beast Emperor physique—both Yan Ruyu and Ning Wan’er froze, the breath catching audibly in their throats.

Neither Yan Ruyu nor Ning Wan’er was an innocent maiden. Both women had served Emperor Huang Long in the royal dragon bed for years; they knew every detail of a man’s anatomy and what it felt like to take the Emperor inside them.

Yet staring at the sheer, monstrous thickness and length of the shaft rising between Alaric’s muscular thighs, Ning Wan’er’s misty apricot eyes went wide with genuine fright, and even Yan Ruyu instinctively tried to jerk her hips backward on the jade stone!

‘How… how can a human man possess something so monstrously huge?!’ Yan Ruyu’s mind reeled in shock, a cold shiver running down her spine as the dense, scorching heat radiating from Alaric’s cock brushed against her bare inner thighs. ‘That thing is nearly twice as thick as His Majesty’s! If he forces that inside me without my Martial King Qi protecting my body, he will split me in half!’

“No… please, don’t!” Ning Wan’er whimpered from two feet away, where Cui Yulan was holding her by her glossy dark hair so she was forced to look directly between Yan Ruyu’s spread legs. “Sister Ruyu and I won’t say a word to the Second Prince or His Majesty! Just let us put our clothes back on and leave—!”

“The only way either of you leaves this room is with your wombs full of my seed,” Alaric stated coldly.

Kneeling between Yan Ruyu’s wide-spread legs while Zhao Mengxue and Su Xinyue held her thighs locked open, Alaric did not waste a single second on gentle foreplay or sweet words.

He reached forward with his left hand and roughly grabbed Yan Ruyu’s massive, snow-white right breast—squeezing the heavy, wet globe of flesh until it bulged between his fingers and pinching her stiff, dark-rose nipple sharply—while with his right hand he lined the broad, flared head of his cock directly against her tight, reluctant entrance and slammed his hips forward in one ruthless, unyielding stroke!

*SCHLUCK—SLAP!*

“AAAAHHHHH! NNNNGH!”

A raw, high-pitched scream tore from the throat of the proud Chief Arbiter of Palace Discipline as her back bowed off the jade platform!

Even though Yan Ruyu was a mature woman who had lain with the Emperor dozens of times over the years, her neglected passage had never been stretched by anything remotely approaching Alaric’s girth. Because her body was mature and naturally responsive to the lingering heat of the geothermal mist and the dominating pressure of Alaric’s aura, a sudden gush of warm, involuntary lubrication allowed the flared head to wedge her tight outer ring open—and then eight, nine inches of scorching-hot, iron-hard thickness plowed straight through her velvety inner folds until his blunt tip crashed directly against the mouth of her cervix!

Behind her silver-rimmed spectacles, Yan Ruyu’s sharp phoenix eyes rolled back and watered with hot, stinging tears at the sheer, breathtaking fullness stretching her core to its absolute limit.

“S-Stop… get out of me, you beast… *Haaah!*” Yan Ruyu sobbed through clenched teeth, her bare heels kicking helplessly in Zhao Mengxue’s and Su Xinyue’s hands as her inner walls spasmed violently around the massive intruder, trying to push him out and only succeeding in gripping every throbbing vein tighter. “You’re… you’re touching my womb… it’s too big!”

“Too big?” Alaric smirked coldly, not giving her inner walls a single breath to adjust before he gripped both of her wide, curvy hips with bruising force, pulled back seven inches, and slammed his hips back in to the hilt!

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

The sharp, wet sound of Alaric’s muscular pelvis colliding repeatedly with Yan Ruyu’s pale, plump buttocks echoed loudly off the marble pillars of the bathhouse.

With every brutal, piston-like thrust, Yan Ruyu’s massive, heavy white breasts bounced and rolled wildly across her chest, slapping against her chin and collarbone while her silver spectacles slid partway down the bridge of her nose.

“Look at her, Sister Wan’er,” Su Xinyue purred, using one hand to hold Yan Ruyu’s right leg high in the air while sliding her other hand down to pinch Yan Ruyu’s bouncing left nipple. “This is the strict Imperial Consort De who lectures the entire harem on virtue and discipline! Master has only thrust into her twenty times, and look how your pussy is gushing out around his shaft!”

“Shut… shut up, Su Xinyue… *Ahhh! Nnngh!*” Yan Ruyu cried out in burning shame, biting her lower lip until a bead of blood formed, trying desperately to hold back the filthy, involuntary moans that Alaric’s relentless pounding was forcing up from her throat.

As an experienced woman whose mature body knew the rhythms of sex, Yan Ruyu’s physical instincts betrayed her fierce pride far faster than an ignorant virgin’s would have. Every time Alaric’s thick, flared crown scraped across the sensitive nerve cluster along her anterior wall and hammered into her deep cervix, waves of scorching, electric pleasure detonated through her pelvis—a pleasure ten times deeper, fuller, and more overwhelming than Emperor Huang Long had ever given her in all her years in the palace!

“Fighting your own body only makes you clamp down harder, Ruyu,” Alaric growled, leaning forward over her heaving chest to push her ankles all the way back beside her ears—folding the tall, statuesque judge nearly in half on the jade stone so he could drive his full weight straight down into her soaking, spasming core while capturing her parted lips in a rough, dominating kiss.

“*Mmmmph! Hmph—!*”

With Alaric’s tongue invading her mouth and stealing her breath while his hips hammered downwards in a relentless blur, Yan Ruyu’s mind finally short-circuited under the sheer sensory overload. Her toes curled tightly in the air, her inner passage clamped down around his pounding cock like a hot, velvety fist, and with a muffled, humiliated wail into Alaric’s mouth, the glacial Chief Arbiter of the Inner Court was forced into a violent, body-racking climax against her will—her womb spasms milking his shaft as hot, clear fluid squirted across the white jade beneath her hips!

Alaric did not stop for a single second through her climax. He kept pounding through her trembling spasms for another hundred brutal strokes until he felt his own first release roaring up from his spine.

Burying himself to the absolute root against her spasming cervix, Alaric groaned darkly and unleashed a massive, scalding torrent of thick white seed straight into the depths of Yan Ruyu’s womb!

Pulse after heavy pulse flooded her inner chamber until her flat lower belly visibly warmed and swelled slightly with the sheer volume of his essence. When Alaric finally pulled his glistening shaft out of her stretched, reddened entrance with a wet *pop*, a thick stream of pearly white cum immediately bubbled out between her trembling pink lips and trickled down the crack of her pale buttocks onto the jade stone.

Leaving Yan Ruyu lying dazed, gasping, and twitching on her back with her silver spectacles askew and her womb overflowing with his seed, Alaric turned his ruby eyes directly onto the second prize kneeling two feet away: Virtuous Consort Ning Wan’er.

Having been forced by Cui Yulan to watch every single second of Yan Ruyu’s brutal, merciless defilement—and smelling the heavy, musky scent of Alaric’s seed mixing with the steam—Ning Wan’er was trembling like a leaf in autumn, her misty apricot eyes wide with terror, yet her own mature inner thighs were already slick with traitorous moisture from the sheer erotic shock of the spectacle.

“N-No… have mercy, Master Alaric!” Ning Wan’er sobbed softly as Alaric reached out, grabbed her by her narrow, soft waist, and dragged her effortlessly across the jade platform until her soft stomach was pressed down over the carved wooden frame of her own broken jade zither! “I am weak… my body is not as strong as Sister Ruyu’s… if you do that to me, I will break!”

“Cui Yulan, hold her shoulders down on the zither,” Alaric ordered without a shred of pity, stepping behind Ning Wan’er’s kneeling form and spreading her thick, creamy thighs wide apart with his knees before delivering two stinging slaps to her lush, heart-shaped buttocks. “Mengxue, Xinyue—make sure Yan Ruyu watches every stroke.”

*SMACK! SMACK!*

“*Eeeek! Ahhh!*” Ning Wan’er squealed as her plump white ass cheeks jiggled violently from the spanks, blooming with twin crimson handprints.

With Cui Yulan pressing Ning Wan’er’s upper back down so her massive, teardrop-shaped breasts were squished flat against the broken jade zither and dangling over the sides, Alaric gripped Ning Wan’er’s wide, fertile hips, lined his still-rock-hard, cum-slicked shaft up with her dewy, fluttering pink folds, and rammed all nine inches straight inside her from behind!

“*OOOOOHHHH—HEAVENS!*”

Ning Wan’er threw her head back, her pink mouth opening in a silent scream before a ragged, high-pitched wail burst from her throat!

Because Ning Wan’er cultivated the Heart-Mirror Spiritual Pulse Art, her physical nerves and spiritual meridians were ten times more sensitive to touch and internal pressure than an ordinary Martial King’s. The feeling of Alaric’s colossal, scorching-hot manhood splitting her soft, velvety walls apart from behind—filling every millimeter of her neglected passage until her plump buttocks were pressed flush against his muscular groin—hit her delicate nervous system like a bolt of raw lightning!

“Too deep! *Haaah*—it’s hitting my soul-sea! Please, slow down—*Aaahhh!*” Ning Wan’er wept, her fingernails clawing helplessly at the polished wood of her jade zither as Alaric began a heavy, merciless doggy-style pounding.

Every powerful thrust of Alaric’s hips drove her soft body forward against the zither frame, making her huge, pale breasts swing and mash against the jade strings while the loud, wet *slap-slap-slap* of his thighs striking her lush rear echoed throughout the hall.

Unlike Yan Ruyu, who had tried to bite her lip and endure in stubborn silence, the soft, sensitive Ning Wan’er dissolved completely within less than three minutes. Her mature body—accustomed only to the brief, aging visits of Emperor Huang Long—was utterly overwhelmed by the relentless, piston-like force and scorching Yang heat of Alaric’s youth and Beast Emperor stamina.

“*I’m going to die… Ahhh! It’s coming… Sister Ruyu, help me… Oohhh!*” Ning Wan’er wailed incoherently, her eyes rolling back as she climaxed violently around Alaric’s plunging shaft before he was even a quarter of the way through his first round with her—and then climaxed a second and a third time in rapid succession as Alaric reached under her torso to roughly knead her heavy, swinging breasts while pounding another massive, scalding load of his seed deep into her trembling womb!

For the entire remainder of that night inside the sealed Sacred Nine-Dragon Bathhouse, Alaric did not give either Yan Ruyu or Ning Wan’er a single hour of rest.

Whenever one woman passed out or choked on her own sobs of overstimulated pleasure, he switched immediately to the other—taking Yan Ruyu on her hands and knees right beside Ning Wan’er so their heavy, sweat-slicked breasts brushed together, forcing them to kiss while he alternated his thick shaft between their overflowing, cum-dripping pussies, and having Cui Yulan, Zhao Mengxue, and Su Xinyue join in to ride his face and chest while holding the two newcomers down on the wet marble.

When the first pale light of morning finally filtered through the high crystal vents of the mountain peak, Yan Ruyu and Ning Wan’er lay collapsed in a boneless, shivering heap on the silk cushions inside the inner dressing chamber of the bathhouse, their fair skin covered in red handprints, bite marks, and drying trails of Alaric’s seed, and their meridian locks still firmly sealed.

Standing over them completely refreshed, Alaric cast a quick Cleansing Zephyr over Cui Yulan, Zhao Mengxue, and Su Xinyue as the three consorts dressed in their pristine court robes.

“Now for the guards and the Second Prince outside,” Alaric said calmly, handing Yan Ruyu’s silver isolation medallion and Ning Wan’er’s personal jade seal to Zhao Mengxue, while weaving a synchronized vocal-and-visual illusion matrix anchored to the inner screen of the bathhouse doorway. “Open the outer bronze gate halfway and deliver the decree to Second Prince Huang Xuan, Eunuch Feng, and Eunuch Liu.”

Ten minutes later, the heavy bronze outer gates of the Sacred Nine-Dragon Bathhouse creaked open two feet.

Outside on the stone bridge, Second Prince Huang Xuan—who had just arrived from the eastern banquet hall accompanied by Princesses Huang Mei and Huang Hua, Princess Gu Ling, Ling Ying, Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu, Commander Jin, and Elder Gu Shan—immediately stepped forward.

“Noble Consort Cui, Consort Xian, Consort Shu!” Second Prince Huang Xuan called out eagerly, peering toward the steam-veiled doorway where Cui Yulan, Zhao Mengxue, and Su Xinyue stood in their court robes, while two paces behind them in the misty inner foyer stood the exact visual illusions of Imperial Consort De (Yan Ruyu) and Virtuous Consort Ning (Ning Wan’er) holding their official jade tokens! “Has Aunt Ning completed the foundation inspection?”

From just behind the misty doorway screen, Yan Ruyu’s exact, cold, authoritative voice—flawlessly projected by Alaric’s vocal magic—rang out across the courtyard as the illusion of Yan Ruyu held up her glowing silver Palace Discipline Medallion:

“Second Prince, Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu—hear my formal findings! Consort Ning and I have thoroughly examined the meridians of Noble Consort Cui, Imperial Consort Xian, and Imperial Consort Shu. Not only is there zero demonic contamination, but the Nine-Heavens Suanni breakthrough in Noble Consort Cui’s meridians has triggered a rare, once-in-a-century Five-Element Geothermal Resonance with the Nine-Dragon Spirit Vein beneath this bathhouse!”

Right beside her, the illusion of Ning Wan’er spoke in her gentle, unmistakable voice, holding up her Ning Clan jade token for her nephew Second Prince Huang Xuan to see:

“Xuan’er, this resonance is a supreme blessing for the Imperial House. Sister Ruyu, Sister Yulan, Sister Mengxue, Sister Xinyue, and I must remain inside the Sacred Nine-Dragon Bathhouse in strict, uninterrupted closed-door cultivation for the next three months to channel this Five-Consort Dragon-Nourishing Qi into these jade talismans for His Majesty! Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu, Commander Jin—station all guards around the outer perimeter of the mountain! For the next three months, not a single living soul is permitted to approach or disturb the bathhouse gates under pain of imperial execution!”

Seeing both Yan Ruyu’s silver medallion and his own biological aunt Ning Wan’er’s personal soul-token flash with authentic spiritual light—and backed immediately by Princesses Huang Mei and Huang Hua, Princess Gu Ling, and Ling Ying—Second Prince Huang Xuan, Eunuch Feng, and Eunuch Liu did not harbour a single shred of suspicion!

“Three months of closed-door cultivation to forge a Dragon-Nourishing talisman for Royal Father?!” Second Prince Huang Xuan bowed deeply in excitement, while Eunuch Feng, Eunuch Liu, Commander Jin, and Elder Gu Shan dropped to one knee in unison. “This is a grand fortune for the Empire! Rest assured, Aunt Ning, Consort De—my Royal Sisters, Princess Gu, Heiress Ling, and I will personally oversee the villa’s outer defenses and provincial administration for the next three months! Not even a bird will be allowed to fly near the Sacred Bathhouse!”

As the heavy bronze gates of the bathhouse slammed shut once more and the Eighth-Tier Isolation Barrier locked into place for a full three-month seclusion, Cui Yulan, Zhao Mengxue, and Su Xinyue turned around with wicked, triumphant smiles and walked back into the steaming inner hall—where Alaric was already waiting beside the two naked, bound Imperial Consorts.