"You look at you," Wu Han laughed, his voice jagged and cruel, "thought you could finally stand up to me—and now you’re choking on my cock, gagging like a bitch."
Haoyu’s chest heaved, every breath ragged. Her face, wet with spit and cum, looked more alive than he’d ever seen it. She gulped down the last heavy drop with a shudder, lips red and swollen, and sucked in air like she was drowning.
Her whole-body shook. Sweat slicked her skin, cum clung to her mouth, and her nipples jutted sharp as blades, her cunt dripping onto the sheets loud enough to patter against the wood below.
"Wouldn’t it be funny," Wu Han said, his grin cold, "if I just left you here? A ruined mess on your own bed."
He wasn’t lust-driven—he never had been.
For him, this wasn’t hunger but experiment. A test of the emotion mortals worshipped as lust. And Haoyu, in her panic, had chosen the filthiest, most pathetic way to bare herself.
"N-No!" she gasped, voice cracking, her hand flying to his cock again as if terrified he’d take it away. She slurped noisily along the thick shaft, tongue sweeping desperately, her lips planting frantic kisses along his length. "Please... I beg you..."
"Begging, already?" Wu Han’s eyes gleamed. "Then I’ll give you a reward."
He seized her like nothing, manhandling her onto the soaked sheets.
Her sweat and juices smeared into the mattress, smothering every trace of her husband from the night before.
In this moment, her bed, her body, her very scent—everything that had been her husband’s—was overwritten, and branded by him.
Her heart hammered as Wu Han loomed over her, the shadow of his body blotting out what little sunlight filtered into the room.
he bed dipped beneath his weight, and every shiver of the mattress felt like it was shaking loose her past.
The hazy memory of her husband—the timid warmth of last night’s coupling, his frail breath against her neck—faded into dust.
What pressed against her now was stronger, heavier, undeniable.
This moment burned brighter than all those years beside her husband, a fire she had secretly imagined, night after night, ever since that agreement between her and Wu Han had first cracked her soul open.
Deep inside she had always known this would come.
Her mind had rehearsed it in guilty dreams, and her body had prepared itself, betraying her long before her lips would admit it.
"Please... be gentle," she whispered, voice trembling, almost shameful. "I’m old."
Her breasts lay bared, full and heavy, their skin soft yet firm, crowned with hard peaks betraying her arousal. Her belly rose with the faint mound of womanly fat that spoke of motherhood, but far from diminishing her, it made her more lush, riper in his hands.
Her thighs glistened, slick with a wetness that soaked through the sheets, her scent thick and undeniable in the air.
Slowly, nervously, almost as though each motion was dragging her further into damnation, she parted her legs.
She lifted her gaze, no trace of fear left, only raw hunger, eyes wide and shining, the stare of a woman surrendered to lust.
Wu Han gripped her thighs and drove his cock forward, the thick head pressing against her soaked entrance before splitting her apart in one steady thrust.
The moment his shaft sank into that molten heat, he hissed through clenched teeth, her pussy gripping tight around his cock, the clutch so snug it made him groan out loud.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
Haoyu’s cry tore from her throat, high and broken. "S-so deep—ahhh!" Her body arched up into him, the pitch of her moans rising with every inch that slid into her.
Her pussy welcomed him with obscene eagerness, slick walls kissing and sucking greedily at his cock like a starving slut who had waited her whole life for this moment.
"Ngghhh—ahhhhnnnn!"
Her moans spilled shamelessly, each one shaking her chest, breasts bouncing as her cunt throbbed around him.
The size of him was monstrous, stretching her deeper than she had ever known, and the shock of it broke her down completely.
Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung wide open, and ragged moans poured out of her without pause as her mind went white from the sheer force of being filled.
Her cunt clenched wildly, dripping and squelching, every thrust punctuated by wet slaps and her own cries— "Ahhh! Ahhh! Hhuuhh! Mnghh!"—as her body devoured him inch by inch, sucking him deeper until her womb trembled at the blunt weight of his cock.
Her breasts spilled soft against her chest as he drove her down into the mattress, nipples hard and aching, sweat beading over her skin as though even her body itself begged to be taken.
When his cock bottomed out and kissed the very mouth of her womb, Haoyu’s head snapped back, her whole body trembling under the shock.
Her eyes glazed, lips quivering around the moans spilling free— "ngghhh!" She knew then it was over. Her womb had already been claimed.
Her thighs shook, but she couldn’t even manage a leg-lock around him.
All she could do was open wider, accept her fate, and let Wu Han use her soaked cunt however he pleased.
He folded her into a mating press, knees pinned tight against her chest, her pussy stretched open around the thick cock battering her womb’s gate.
"Ffffhhhuuuckk—ahhh! Too deep!" she wailed, sweat dripping from her flushed skin as he slammed her into the sheets.
Her nails raked weakly down his back, not in protest but in surrender, clinging on as her body was rocked beneath his merciless rhythm.
Wet slaps filled the room, his hips pounding into her, every thrust tearing another hoarse moan from her throat.
The bed was ruined, soaked with sweat and pussy juice, the air heavy with the smell of raw, desperate mating.
Then his thrusts turned ragged, cock swelling inside her.
He crushed her down harder, chest pressing into hers, and with a smirk he slammed deep—balls smacking her ass as his cock locked tight at her womb.
"Ahhnn!" Haoyu screamed, back arching as hot seed erupted inside her, pulse after heavy pulse flooding her deepest core.
Her pussy clenched desperately, milking him, her body betraying her in ecstasy.
She felt it—thick, filling her womb until her belly seemed to glow with heat.
Her body welcomed it with shameless joy, her moans fading into whimpers as her womb throbbed, already feeling pregnant with his load.
Her chest rose and fell, every breath shallow, her body drenched in sweat.
A weary smile tugged at her lips, the kind that only comes when someone’s been utterly ruined yet secretly satisfied. I’ve never felt so good... she thought, dizzy from the heat flooding her veins.
If cheating felt like this, I would have done it years ago!
She brushed damp hair from her face and let out a soft laugh, her voice hoarse but tinged with shameful delight. "Are you satisfied now?" she whispered, barely able to lift her voice, her limbs trembling as she turned her gaze to him.
But Wu Han wasn’t panting.
He stood over her like a shadow, cock still hard.
Of course, he was a cultivator. Still young, overflowing with vigor, his energy boundless while her mortal body already faltered.
So, his answer was simple. A cold smile curled his lips. "No."
Before she could protest, his weight was over her again, pressing her back into the ruined sheets.
And as the hours dragged, as moonlight bled into dawn and then into dusk again, Wu Haoyu discovered there would be no escape, only wave after wave of him filling her, until her body broke down into nothing but sweat, and seed echoing into eternity.
By the time Wu Han let her rest, Haoyu could no longer be called anyone’s wife.