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Stepping into Die Qing Palace…
Yan Hong Lian couldn't resist pressing her supple body against Lan An, her fragrant, warm breath grazing his face, her crimson lips offered in surrender.
Lan An missed them dearly. Despite being surrounded by beauties these two years, his longing for them lingered in his heart.
Their meeting, forged through life-and-death trials in the cave mansion, unfolded swiftly, like a fleeting dream.
Back then, Lan An was a naive youth, freshly departed from the Lan Clan. Though Ruo Xue had warmed his wounded heart, their time was brief.
Thus, when these princesses of an esteemed Eighth-Grade power humbled themselves to become his women despite the Evil Emperor's nudging Lan An etched their choice into his soul.
Had they been domineering or ruthless, they could've ordered the Seventh Elder to silence him post-affair, and he'd have been powerless.
Yet, as his first women, Yan Hong Lian and Yan Die Qing saw his talent, wit, and magnanimity, believing he'd one day match or surpass them. Their faith in their choice was unshaken.
Today's reunion proved Lan An hadn't disappointed.
Now, like a tiger returned to its forest, he dominated rivals, his charm ensnaring even Golden Ranking beauties.
Their reunion was dry tinder meeting flame an inferno that blazed uncontrollably, consuming all until nothing remained.
Yan Hong Lian's scorching lips locked onto Lan An's, her sweet, fiery tongue entwining fiercely. Her passion, ever ardent, burned as always.
Die Qing, unshy, brimmed with a sixteen-year-old's curiosity for desire and instinct. Her tender valley already glistened, her small hands peeling off her garments.
A youthful, alabaster body emerged, radiant with spring's breath.
Her skin, soft and flushed like a babe's, graced a slender neck, delicate collarbones, and budding breasts with petite, rosy buds. Her tiny waist framed a dainty navel, below which sprouted fine, nascent tufts, veiling a pink, hidden paradise.
Lan An's breath quickened, his hand cupping her youthful breasts, caressing tenderly.
"Like them? I worked hard to grow them!" Die Qing teased, her eyes half-lidded in bliss.
Kissing Hong Lian's luscious lips, Lan An transmitted, "Yours, big or small, I adore."
"Silver tongue!" Die Qing glared playfully, her hands reaching to undress him.
Lan An bared his chiseled, robust frame. Die Qing gasped two years had enlarged his fierce, veined shaft, exuding menace.
"This naughty thing grew so fast how'll it fit in me?" Die Qing grasped it, stroking, her fingers tapping its crown, giggling.
Lan An chuckled wryly. Hong Lian, hearing her sister, parted his lips, inspecting the culprit.
"Indeed, much bigger!" she giggled, covering her mouth.
"Yours grew too, didn't they?" Lan An grinned, one hand on her hip, the other exploring her breast.
Her sensitive curves had blossomed since three years ago.
"Hmph!" Yan Hong Lian bit her lip, cooing, "Don't you like them big?"
Her breasts, ample and firm, rivaled only Mu Zi Yin's and Yue Qi's.
Unable to resist, Lan An tore off her crimson gown.
Her milk-laden peaks bounced free, her peach camisole failing to contain them.
He ripped it away, beholding her fully.
Pure white allure, fragrant skin, rigid crimson buds the size of fingertips…
"Lie down, my loves your husband wants to cherish them!" Lan An pressed them supine on the plush bed, pulling them close.
He buried his face in their breasts, kissing, licking, savoring.
Two pairs, distinct in size, hue, and flavor…
Die Qing's were a clear, refreshing spring; Hong Lian's, aged wine, heady and deep.
Each unique, he couldn't tear his lips away.
His hands worked fervently, kneading and suckling, leaving their buds glistening with his saliva, marked by rosy handprints.
Both women panted, their hands tousling his hair, one reaching to stroke his shaft.
"Mmm, take me, Little An I'm starving!" Hong Lian gasped, her cheeks flushed, eyes watery.
Her desire peaked, ready for invasion.
"Hurry, my love I'm next!" Die Qing purred, her melodious voice tempting sin.
Lan An's heart ached with pity two years of restraint must've been torment.
"Put on the robes I gave you, then your husband will indulge you!" Lan An smirked, his wicked intent clear.
"Fussy man fine!" they huffed, rising to don their gifts.
Hong Lian slipped into the red cheongsam—Lotus Flame Treasure Robe.
Die Qing wore the white gown Wind Chime Treasure Robe.
Sans undergarments, their rounded hips and dripping valleys peeked beneath the hems.
"Come, husband!" they beckoned seductively.
Lan An's blood surged, pinning Die Qing down, parting her legs, diving to her cleft, his tongue ravaging her sacred haven.
"Ah, I'm dying—suck deeper, my love!"
Her nectar flowed with each lick, Die Qing trembling, legs spread wide for his deepest probe.
The more he lapped, the sweeter her flood, fragrant and divine.
Yan Hong Lian knelt at Lan An's loins, her full lips parting, engulfing his rigid shaft.
Her brows furrowed, detecting Ruo Xue's lingering scent, but she shot Lan An a playful glare, suckling fervently.
His size overwhelmed her mouth, so she pressed her voluptuous breasts around it, rubbing, suckling only the tip.
Lan An ascended to bliss, savoring Die Qing's sweet valley above, pampered by Hong Lian below.
Unthinkable that Yan Clan's haughty princesses would serve a man so.
After prolonged feasting, their nectar soaked the bed's edge.
"Hngh, enter me, my love I can't take it!" Die Qing panted, her body quaking fiercely.
Lan An ceased teasing, withdrawing from Hong Lian's lips, aiming at Die Qing's tiny crevice, thrusting hard.
"Hic!"
Die Qing arched, eyes rolling, his shaft halfway in, yet triggering her first climax.
Lan An felt a warm flood, countless soft folds gripping him, urging release.
But he wasn't so easily undone only half entered.
He prepared to delve deeper…
"Lie back let us serve you!" Hong Lian purred, pushing him supine.
His shaft towered proudly. Die Qing lifted her gown, straddling him, parting her legs, fingers spreading her petals, aligning with his crown, sinking hard.
Squelch…
"Hngh, so good!" they groaned in unison, his shaft buried deep, kissing her womb.
Die Qing panted wildly, collapsing atop him, lost in ecstasy.
Hong Lian kept Lan An busy, straddling his face, pressing her drenched, fragrant valley to his mouth.
Smack, smack…
He obliged, kissing her haven, his tongue probing her inner flesh.
"Hngh, lick harder, my love devour me!" Hong Lian moaned.
Lan An's tongue thrust relentlessly, her nectar drenching his face, some greedily swallowed.
Die Qing, regaining strength, rocked her round hips, riding his shaft.
Slap, slap, slap…
Each descent clapped their flesh, Die Qing swaying in bliss, embracing her sister opposite.
Hong Lian, pleasured below by Lan An's tongue, watched her sister's rapture, her arousal peaking. She hugged Die Qing, hands kneading her breasts through the gown.
Die Qing reciprocated, fondling Hong Lian's ample chest through the cheongsam.
"Kiss, my wives!" Lan An transmitted, thrilled by their intimacy.
They giggled, their fragrant lips meeting, tongues entwining, sweet saliva mingling.
Lan An, electrified, licked and thrust harder.
One wife rode his shaft, another fed him her valley, both in noble attire, their half-veiled forms a visual feast.
After hundreds of Die Qing's rises and falls, she cried out, climaxing a second time.
"Hngh, I'm dying—husband's divine, sister's divine!"
Die Qing collapsed, limp.
Hong Lian slid off Lan An's mouth, cradling her sister, caressing her.
Lan An, understanding, wanted Die Qing to savor her peak fully, embracing both.
"Hngh, so good—I'm soaring…" Die Qing's petite frame quivered in their arms, her lips curling in fulfillment.
Lan An and Hong Lian exchanged smiles, eyes brimming with love.
Hong Lian bent, her wet tongue cleaning Lan An's shaft.
Noticing her blooming valley, nectar dripping down her thighs, Lan An settled Die Qing to rest, hugging Hong Lian, asking, "Ready, treasure?"
She nodded, smiling, rising to a corner of the palace.
A vanity table with a large mirror reflected her alluring form in the cheongsam.
She bent, hands bracing the table, hips swaying, lifting her gown to bare her most sensitive portals, purring, "Come ravish me—I want to watch you take me in the mirror!"
"Treasure, your wantonness makes me love you more!" Lan An advanced, gripping her slender waist, aligning his shaft with her valley, thrusting hard.
"Aaah, bliss… hngh… bliss… I'm only this bold for you!" Hong Lian felt his shaft fill her, no gap spared.
Her inner folds seemed to coil around him, her flushed cheeks glowing, her tongue tracing her luscious lips.
"So tight, treasure—body cultivation's made your valley even snugger…"
Gazing at her sultry reflection, Lan An grinned, pounding fiercely.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap…
A Fire cultivator and body cultivator, Hong Lian had refined Strange Fire with Lan An, tempered by the Immortal Genesis Scripture, though her progress lagged at Mid Third Revolution.
Her bare breasts bounced beneath the cheongsam with each thrust, Hong Lian watching her man conquer her in the mirror, her mind dazed, moaning sweetly.
Lan An, probing her valley, eyed the tiny portal above.
Its pink folds, neatly sealed, twitched subtly, utterly enticing.
He licked his forefinger, gently probing her rear.
"Ah, what're you doing? Trying to kill me? Aaah, I'm coming…"
The strange sensation from her second portal jolted her brain, Hong Lian shrieking, climaxing first.
Lan An seized the moment, thrusting dozens more deep into her valley, erupting with her.
His essence flooded her, mingling in a viscous pool.
They clung, Lan An tenderly licking her sweat-dappled face, kissing her neck, holding her in his iron arms.
Die Qing, unnoticed, joined, the trio embracing.
Seeing their boundless joy, Lan An vowed guiltily, "Henceforth, we'll stay together I won't let you lack again!"
They smiled happily. Hong Lian, recalling the sensation, glared, "You, teasing such a tiny spot how'll I survive?"
Lan An kissed her lips, guiding them to bed, chuckling, "It can fit you're just not used to it!"
"No way it's not as flexible as the other, and yours is so big what if it tears?" They glared, their rear portals too small for his size.
"Trust me, let your husband try once!" Lan An winked.
"Really possible?" They hesitated.
Sensing their unpreparedness and his own inexperience, he grinned, "Next time, we'll try if it doesn't work, we stop."
"I'm still nervous it's huge!" Hong Lian bit her lip, stroking his still-rigid shaft post-release.
"Next time, I'll let you try there!" Die Qing, bolder, declared.
"Have you tried it with another?" Hong Lian probed.
Lan An shook his head, unwilling to cause them pain.
"Next time, I'll let you too, but I need time to prepare!" Hong Lian decided, biting her lip.
"Love you both most!" Lan An laughed, delighted.
Their desire reignited two years' abstinence unsatisfied by mere rounds they entwined with their man again.
Lan An transmitted the Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon to them.
His trial wounds, healed fully through dual cultivation, left him brimming with vigor.
He ravished them to ecstasy, their fulfillment radiant, spring's allure indescribable…