'How her skin is so smooth?' His fingers traced the curve of her waist, dipping beneath the hem of her robe, the fabric parting like mist under his touch—soft, old silk yielding to his warmth, revealing the smooth expanse of her thigh inch by inch.

She tensed, a soft "Nnhh..." escaping as his hand ventured further, brushing the sensitive skin where thigh met hip, the air cool against her newly exposed flesh.

"Emperor... what are you..." she murmured, confusion threading her voice, her divine body responding despite herself, a faint tremor running through her as his fingers neared her core.

With a single, precise flick of his finger—using just a thread of qi—he tore through the delicate string of her undergarment, the fabric ripping with a sharp snip, exposing her pussy to the open air.

The sudden vulnerability made her gasp, "Ahhn... wait," her silver eyes widening as she felt the cool draft kiss her folds—plush, untouched lips parting slightly, a faint silver fuzz of hair framing them like stardust, soft and fine, untouched by mortal years.

Tianlong's finger pressed forward gently, entering her with slow deliberation, feeling the initial resistance—dry, tight walls that gripped like velvet untouched by rain, smooth and unyielding, not a hint of arousal slicking the way.

'So dry... like she's never known this fire,' he thought, but her tightness was otherworldly, a godly texture that felt like sinking into warm, living silk—plush inner walls molding perfectly to his digit, every ridge and fold responsive, hair brushing his knuckle as he pushed deeper, the faint curls adding a raw, natural friction that made his cock twitch against her ass.

"System," he murmured internally, voice steady despite the heat building, "increase the aphrodisiac effect around the room to maximum."

[Command Acknowledged: Pleasure Palace Aphrodisiac Level - Maximum]

The air shifted instantly, thickening with an invisible mist—scentless yet potent, seeping into every pore, heightening senses until the slightest touch felt like fire.

Ying Jia's breath hitched, a confused "Mmmhh... what's happening..." escaping as warmth bloomed in her core, her pussy responding against her will, walls growing slick, juices welling up like a hidden spring awakening, coating his finger in warm, silky nectar that made the intrusion glide easier.

His digit delved deeper, exploring the godly texture—inner walls like plush, heated clouds, impossibly tight despite her history, clenching around him as if she'd never borne life, the faint hair at her entrance brushing his skin with each slow thrust, adding a tickling friction that built the erotic charge.

"Ahahn... Emperor... my body... it's strange... hnmm..." she stammered, voice faltering, confusion evident as her hips shifted involuntarily, the wetness increasing, her folds swelling, parting further around his invading finger.

Tianlong added a second finger, then a third, stretching her slowly—feeling the divine plushness give way, walls hugging each digit like custom-forged silk, the hair framing her entrance now damp with her growing arousal, brushing his hand as he began a gentle rhythm, in and out, plop... plop... the wet sounds soft at first, matching her breathy moans.

She arched against him, "Nnhh... why does it feel... so... ahahn..." her silver eyes fluttering, confusion deepening as pleasure built unbidden, her godly pussy responding with ethereal sensitivity—every thrust of his fingers sending ripples through her core, the texture like sinking into warm, yielding starlight, tight and responsive, clenching harder with each plop.

He pinched her nipple then, rolling it between thumb and forefinger while his other hand picked up pace—fingering her visibly now, fingers plunging deeper, curling to hit that sensitive spot inside, plop-plop-plop, the rhythm building, her juices flowing freely, soaking his hand and dripping down her thighs.

"Mmmhh... Emperor... I can't... hnmm... it's too much..." she moaned, voice rising in pitch, her body writhing against his chest, breasts heaving under his pinching grip, the pain-pleasure mix making her nipples throb, hard and sensitive.

Tianlong's fingers fucked her harder now, visible thrusts making her pussy squelch—plop-plop-plop—the godly walls gripping like they were alive, hair matted with her wetness, adding raw texture as he added his fourth finger, stretching her to the brink, the fullness overwhelming, her moans syncing with each plunge: "Ahahn... hnmm... Emperor... something's... coming...!"

She shattered then, moaning loudly, "ANNNGHHHH~!" her pussy convulsing around his fingers, squirting in hot, forceful jets that splashed against his palm, soaking the bed beneath them, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through her divine form.

Looking down in shock, her silver eyes wide, "What's this... what happened..." she gasped, confusion and awe mixing, her head falling back onto his shoulder, breathing heavy, silver hair sticking to sweat-dampened skin.

Tianlong smirked, withdrawing his fingers slowly—plop—with a wet sound, strings of her arousal connecting them. "For being a woman who gave birth, your pussy is really tight," he murmured, voice low and teasing, lips brushing her ear.

She breathed heavily, silver eyes half-lidded, "Please... don't say it like that," her voice soft, a mix of embarrassment and lingering pleasure, cheeks flushing deeper as she nestled against him.

He smirked wider, turning her head gently, tilting it back before sealing her lips in a deep kiss—soft at first, then passionate, tongues dancing as he tasted her confusion and surrender, her plush lips yielding like before, a soft "Mmmhh..." humming into his mouth.

Separating with a gentle pop, their breaths mingling, he eased her down onto the bed—her body lying back, silver hair fanning out like a halo, eyes hedgy, hesitant yet wanting, divine curves glowing in the light.

Tianlong stood, removing the rest of his robe with a fluid motion, revealing his full form—chiseled abs, powerful thighs, his cock still rigid and glistening.

He knelt on the bed, placing his knees beneath her thighs, parting her legs wide—the light casting shadows over her body, highlighting the swell of her breasts, the faint silver hair at her mound, her slick folds exposed and quivering.

Fingers entangled with hers, pinning them over her head—her delicate hands soft in his strong grip, trembling slightly as he leaned down, giving her another kiss, deep and claiming, bodies pressing together in raw, sensual heat.

Ying Jia's breasts pressed firmly against his chest as he deepened the kiss, the plush, heavy mounds squishing into his hard pecs like warm pillows yielding to unyielding stone—soft, divine flesh molding perfectly, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks that scraped against his skin with every shared breath, sending electric tingles through both of them.

"Mmmhh... Emperor..." she moaned into his mouth, her voice muffled and confused, lips parting as he sucked on the lower one, tugging it gently between his teeth—plump and yielding, tasting of faint celestial sweetness, her tongue shyly meeting his in a hesitant dance that made her body arch closer.

Tianlong shifted his hips, his rigid cock sliding up from between her thighs to rest heavy on her abdomen—the thick, veined length pressing down like a hot iron brand, throbbing against her smooth, glowing skin, the head nudging just below her belly button, leaving a sticky trail of precum that cooled in the air.

"Ahahn... what... hnmm..." she whimpered, eyes teary and wide, confusion swirling as the grief of her dying body faded into a hazy trance—all pain halting like a storm paused mid-rage, her mind blanking on everything but the raw heat building where their bodies touched.

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