Chapter 124: The Stronger Husband (3)

The palace was quiet, the lamps burned low, and the afternoon light fell through the window in long, warm bars across the sheets.

The room itself was calm. The three people who had just appeared inside it were not.

Gu Yuan lowered Ji Yue onto the bed first.

He pulled her robes open, spread her thighs, and stopped.

The entire length of her slit was glistening, love juice already trailing down toward the sheets.

"Just how horny were you," he said, "to be this drenched while you were taking a beating?"

Ji Yue turned her face away, color flooding her cheeks, and said nothing.

The silent admission only made him harder.

He freed his cock and entered her, no foreplay, all the way in a single stroke.

Her walls fluttered around the invasion, clenching, remembering. Tears pricked her eyes. She hadn’t understood how starved she had been until she was fed.

"Ahh~." The sound that left her was broken and hoarse, a voice that hadn’t been used like this in half a century. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, then at him.

He felt different. Had he grown, in length, in thickness? She couldn’t tell whether it was the long absence or the body he had built, a body that had touched the ceiling of the mortal world for a day. It stretched her further than she remembered, pressed deeper than she remembered, and left no corner of her untouched.

He gave her no time to adjust. Hard, deep strokes drove the full length of him into her, and she cried out with every one.

To silence her sister, Ji Yan grinned and climbed onto the bed. She knelt above Ji Yue’s face, her red hair loose from its ponytail, and lowered her folds toward her sister’s mouth while she turned to claim Gu Yuan’s lips, swallowing his tongue as his hands came up to knead her heavy breasts.

Ji Yue’s first instinct was to push her sister away.

Then the cock inside her gave a particularly deep thrust, as if objecting to the idea, and the erotic weight of Ji Yan’s cunt settling over her face became impossible to ignore. Just this once, she told herself, she would indulge her sister. With a soft, defeated sound she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue through her sister’s folds.

Ji Yan shivered. She had always known Yue was talented with her mouth, but she had never expected that talent to feel this good. She suddenly understood why her husband was so fond of Yue’s mouth.

She rolled her hips, grinding down, while Gu Yuan kept fucking Yue in steady, powerful strokes.

Ji Yue didn’t last long. Her body shuddered as she came around his cock; the tremor traveled straight into the tongue still buried in her sister.

Gu Yuan didn’t go easy on her. His thrusts continued, and she obediently kept licking. She lost count of how many times she came. When he finally erupted inside her, Ji Yan came above her in the same moment, drenching her face, so that Ji Yue was filled from below by her husband’s seed and from above by her sister’s wetness.

He withdrew all at once, leaving her empty and whimpering, and caught Ji Yan by the waist. He lifted her off her sister’s face with one hand, and settled her on her stomach between Ji Yue’s spread legs.

"You wanted to fight me," he said. He caught her wrists and drew them behind her back as he settled above her.

Ji Yan twisted her head. The glare she tried for collapsed into something far more erotic.

"I wanted to wipe that smirk off your..."

She couldn’t finish. The head of him pressed against her entrance, and she broke off with a gasp.

"And?"

"...Shut up and move."

He pushed in, filling her completely. After her sister’s small tongue it was a different world: thick, hot, relentless.

She tried to twist, to throw him off, the way she always did. Nothing happened. Her arms were still held by him, his grip didn’t budge, and neither did the weight of him. The harder she struggled, the tighter her walls clamped around his length.

She stopped pretending.

"Damn you," she whispered. "I love you, you bastard."

He didn’t answer in words. He leaned over her back, turned her face, and kissed her until she couldn’t talk anymore.

Naturally, he didn’t forget the other flushed sister. He guided Ji Yan’s head forward until her mouth hovered directly above her sister’s still-stretched lips, glistening with his white seed and her own juices.

"Reluctant?" he asked, amused.

"Hmph. I just have to do it." Ji Yan lowered her head willingly, sealing her lips over her sister and sucking clean the mess he had left behind. Ji Yue made a soft sound of loss at the sudden emptiness. At least, Ji Yan told herself, she could focus on the taste of her man.

To reward his redhead, Gu Yuan slapped her bouncy ass and watched it jiggle. She had come once already, but the heat of the moment overpowered Ji Yan easily, and she came again.

Instead of slowing down, Gu Yuan accelerated. He released her wrists and hauled her upright until her back rested against his chest, interrupting her meal. One hand moved to her throat, not squeezing, only holding her there, while the other closed over her breast.

Displayed like this, fucked in front of her sister with her legs spread wide, even Ji Yan felt shame. Ji Yue was watching, flushed and wide-eyed, with open envy.

Only after he finished deep inside her did he lower her onto her sister, chest to chest, two sets of lower lips presented one above the other, glistening, begging.

He had ten million years of pride in front of him... and he intended to enjoy every second of it.

He entered Ji Yue for ten slow, deep strokes that dragged a cry from her throat, then pulled free and sank into Ji Yan for ten more. Back and forth, leaving whichever sister he left clenched around nothing and wordlessly begging.

He didn’t get tired. Evening passed into night. He turned Ji Yue onto her hands and knees and pulled her hips back to meet him, her hair a platinum-silver spilling across the sheets.

He sat Ji Yan in his lap, forcing her to look him in the eyes as she rode him, his hands steering her hips, and she shook apart again and again.

He fucked one sister while the other sucked at his neck, and the next minute reversed it. When the two of them came together, he finished with them, buried deep in one, then the other, and neither could tell where the heat ended and the other’s began.

He had no plan of letting either of them go for at least a week.

But when a full day had passed, and the power of Future Manifestation finally came to an end. Gu Yuan had no choice but to bring their activities to an abrupt halt.

The twins felt it too. They lay boneless and flushed, hair wild, and looked up at him.

"...Husband?" Ji Yue murmured.

"A day," Ji Yan said, with a lazy, dazed grin. "That’s all you’ve got?"

Gu Yuan gave a breathless laugh and collapsed between them. "Give me a moment to recover. Then I’ll make it a week."

Ji Yan snorted. Ji Yue let out a soft, drowsy laugh and tucked herself against his chest, and Ji Yan did the same on the other side.

Outside, the first light of morning crept across the floor.