Survival Rules in Another World - Lin An X Saxon

Lin An was looking in the mirror.
The mirror was a large, full-length mirror, its transparent white crystal polished by the skilled hands of royal craftsmen, making the reflected image crystal clear.
The stunning woman in the mirror was still wearing her silver-purple mage's robe, over which wore an ivory-colored long vest, covered in gold and silver embroidery. The purple rose emblem representing her title was integrated into the square embroidery pattern, extending all the way to her feet.
The entire robe and vest were exceptionally luxurious. Matching it, her maids had braided Lin An's black hair and pinned it up on her head, making her look dignified and elegant, as if she were bathed in light, almost blinding.
Bedika, with two maids, was placing hair ornaments on her neck. The two maids knelt at her feet, smoothing out the tiny wrinkles at the hem of her robe. Suddenly, there was a knock on the outer door, and footsteps entered.
Adjusting the angle of her pink pearl hair ornament, Bedica quietly left the changing room and returned to report to Lin An, "It's Master Biyulai and Master Cadillac."
Lin An knew it was them. Seeing that she was almost ready, she waved her hand, stood up, and, with her dress and accessories, gained at least twenty pounds.
But the effect of her elaborate attire was obvious. As soon as Lin An stepped out, even the two masters, who were used to her appearance, showed undisguised amazement.
"No one can steal your brilliance today!"
Master Ulysses exclaimed.
Master Biyulai said, "It seems my previous worries were unnecessary. No one should notice any oversight in my etiquette, because no one will take their eyes off you."
Lin An smiled, accepting their praise, "Isn't this exactly what His Majesty hoped for?"
"You're right," the two masters said, showing knowing expressions.
Emperor Merlin needed role models, hoping they could set an example for future generations, and no one was more typical, more legendary, or more famous than Lin An—a natural spotlight.
It was conceivable that after this grand investiture ceremony, Duchess Purple Rose's reputation would once again surge, and information about her frontline achievements, the Demon Hunter Ranking, and the investiture and land grants would spread widely and unstoppably along with Lin An's legendary status.
"What brings you two masters here?" Lin An asked directly.
The two masters exchanged a glance, with Master Bi Yulai speaking first: "It's like this, regarding the distribution of war merits and compensation, we old folks have basically reached an agreement. After the investiture ceremony, we plan to have you witness it."
"I see, of course."
It was only natural, and Lin An readily agreed.
She paused, her gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Master Bi Yulai, and asked, "By the way, besides the seven of us, in what form will the compensation for the other masters be delivered—land, or something else?"
This question was quite meaningful.
According to the Ten Pardons of the Demonic Calamity, once a territory is granted, the recipient is truly bound to that territory. If their land becomes the front line, they must fight to the death to defend it.
This is precisely one of the reasons why the royal family is willing to bestow large tracts of land and titles.
At such times, any royal family hopes to be bound to more powerful individuals.
"Let me answer this question," Master Ulysses interjected. "Most of them have decided to pay with land, but as you know, Master Ra and the others have refused to be granted titles in Pere. They seem to prefer other forms of payment." "
Understood. Titles and fiefs below the rank of earl are indeed rather insignificant to Master Ra and the others,"
Lin An nodded slightly.
This is the value of an archmage. Without at least the equivalent of an earl, an archmage, already on par with a prince, cannot be easily bound, even if they are currently seeking a place in the Pere Empire.
Of course, the more important reason for Master Ra's refusal is that the danger of being granted a title in Pere is far greater than in Merlin.
Thinking of this, Lin An's heart stirred. "Are you really not considering receiving an official title in Merlin, Master Ulysses?"
Master Ulysses seemed surprised by Lin An's question and didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "Is this your wish, or His Majesty's?"
"Does it matter?"
"Of course." Master Ulysses affirmed firmly, staring intently at Lin An. "If this is your wish, can I interpret it as you having completely let go of the unpleasantness caused by that incident?"
Lin An and Master Ulysses both knew very well what that incident was.
During this time, Lin An seemed to be getting along quite well with the masters, but both she and Master Ulysses knew that while their interactions were public, neither side had actually crossed a certain line or developed any deeper personal ties.
What troubled Lin An wasn't Master Rice's assassination attempt at the behest of the Crown Princess, since they were on opposing sides at the time. Rather, it was the subsequent kidnapping of Lanster, which crossed Lin An's bottom line.
For Rice's group, their defeat at Lin An's hands and their expulsion by the Emperor's own order, despite subsequent tacit compromises and cooperation, remained a humiliating experience in their long lives.
Both sides had ample reason to maintain distance, hence Lin An's surprise at Master Ulysses's question. It meant they were extending an olive branch, not quite a surrender, but a clear gesture of goodwill.
This wasn't Master Ulysses's decision alone, but the collective resolution of the group behind him.
"I'm surprised. Does gaining my forgiveness seem more important to you than the Merlin royal family's opinion of you all?" Tapping his fingers lightly, Lin An's heart skipped a beat, and he countered with a question.
"In the long run, yes, you are more important than the Merlin royal family."
Such a familiar tone!
In a flash, Lin An understood the reason. Her eyes flashed with a cold light as she stared coldly at Master Biyulai.
"Master Ulysses, you are despicable!" Master Biyulai seemed caught off guard, forcing a bitter smile as he explained to Lin An, "Please believe me, I was unaware of Master Ulysses's thoughts before this."
"I can testify that Master Biyulai and the others did not communicate with me privately. You misunderstood her, Master Lin."
Master Ulysses's lips curled into a cunning smile:
"However, the lack of communication does not mean I cannot discern anything from certain clues, does it?"
Lin An had calmed down; she understood Master Ulysses's implication.
She looked at Master Biyulai, whose unease was tinged with a hidden excitement.
Compared to the reclusive lineage that needed to be mindful of her feelings, Rice's group was indeed more troublesome.
Ulysses even dared to send signals to Master Biyulai in front of Lin An, seeking an alliance, assuming Lin An wouldn't dare reveal this.
Because if it did, Lin An would be the first to suffer.
All emotion vanished from Lin An's exquisite face in an instant; a mask seemed to have been put on her, her expression cold yet authoritative. She said calmly, "I hope you understand what you are doing, Master Ulysses."
She used "you," not "you (formal)."
Master Ulysses smiled wryly, "Please believe me, we have no ill intentions."
"This doesn't mean I have to accept your kindness," Lin An coldly stated, expressing his refusal to be bestowed the imperial robes.
Master Ulysses was genuinely surprised, realizing things weren't quite as he'd expected, and the atmosphere in the reception room grew increasingly tense.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
The instant the knocking began, Lin An and the two masters immediately regained their composure, instantly easing the tension in the reception room.
"Come in."
The gilded doorknob turned, and Bedica entered, completely oblivious to anything amiss, standing by the door.
"Master, the etiquette advisors sent by His Majesty have arrived."
"Very well, I'll be right there."
The investiture ceremony was about to begin, and they would swear allegiance to Emperor Merlin during the ceremony.
Thinking about the topics discussed in the reception room, Lin An felt a sense of irony.
***
Under the watchful eyes of the crowds outside the square and the nobles observing the ceremony inside, thirteen archmages, led by Lin An, stepped onto the red carpet, guided by ceremonial soldiers.
A solemn and dignified band played music, and soldiers in red ceremonial uniforms and black boots stood in formation. They crossed the Lochsena Palace square, ascending twenty white jade steps to the wide platform in front of the Lochsena Palace. Saxon,
dressed in full imperial robes and wearing a golden lion crown, stood in the center of the platform. Master Don Quixote, the Old Sword Saint, Prince Cyril, and other male members of the royal family, along with the invited diplomatic envoys from the Holy Empire and the Pere Empire, all dressed in formal attire, stood behind the emperor as a backdrop.
The music paused briefly, and Saxon withdrew his gaze from Lin An, addressing the diplomatic envoys of the two empires:
"Count Ronnaford, Prince Statu, please bear witness."
"In the name of the Empire, we bear witness," the two ambassadors replied, the Holy Empire's envoy offering a brief, quiet prayer.
Inviting foreign envoys stationed in one's own country to participate in and witness the investiture of nobles is customary, as nobles who receive titles within one country usually receive the same status and treatment abroad.
Investiture ceremonies vary according to the traditions of each country.
The Merlin Empire's tradition is simplicity, because its founding emperor was a warlike ruler, and most of the titles he bestowed throughout his life were hastily granted during military campaigns, some even simply by drawing his sword and slapping it on the shoulder.
But this time, of course, it wouldn't be so hasty.
Grasping the hilt of the longsword at his waist, Saxon asked calmly and authoritatively:
"Countess Anne Lin, are you willing to pledge allegiance to me, and according to the legal obligations of a vassal, to make yourself and your heir serve me and my descendants from this day forward?"
"I am willing," Lin An replied briefly.
She noticed a slight change in the Saxon language, altering "you and your bloodline heir" to "you and your title heir." This was because Lin An, as a Grand Mage, might not necessarily have descendants, but he could designate an heir to the title—a change made due to the conferment of titles upon other Grand Mages.
As for the question regarding the object of loyalty being "me and my descendants," rather than "the Merlin royal family," this was to ensure the purity of the loyalty.
This was a common tradition on the continent of Muses; whenever the throne changed hands, nobles would swear allegiance to the new emperor to ensure the stability of the throne.
Therefore, strictly speaking, the nobles were not loyal to the entire Merlin royal family, but rather to the bloodline of each emperor. The system of feudal lords and vassals maintained the stability of the class order precisely through strict contractual obligations and relationships of loyalty.
"...Please swear in the name of the sacred covenant made between the founding emperor of Merlin and his loyal followers at the beginning of the kingdom."
"I, An. Lin, hereby swear in the name of the sacred covenant made between the founding emperor and his loyal followers that I will henceforth be loyal to Emperor Saxon and his descendants, uphold his rule, abide by his laws, and protect the lands and peoples he has bestowed upon me and my heirs as a lifelong obligation and right, until the line of succession between either of us ends!"
With amplification magic, the oath resounded throughout the square. After speaking, Lin An bowed deeply.
"I accept your loyalty and swear in the name of the sacred covenant made between the founding emperor and his loyal followers that I will uphold the succession of your title and your heirs' legal rights in the territory, until the line of succession between either of us ends!"
Saxon solemnly finished speaking, drew his ancient and heavy king's sword, flipped it, and slammed the back of the sword heavily onto Lin An's shoulder.
Then, Lin An straightened up, and the master of ceremonies stepped forward, carrying a velvet tray containing a purple rose badge and two clods of earth. Saxon personally handed these three items, symbolizing his title and fiefdom, to Lin An.
Thus, Lin An's investiture ceremony was concluded.
All the witnesses on the platform had witnessed the process and signed their names and seals on the relevant documents. The music resumed.
"This 1.5 million acres of land has been officially enthroned and renamed. From this day forward, you are the lord of the Purple Rose Earldom, my Earl."
"Thank you for your generosity, my Majesty."
The newly formed relationship between ruler and subject, according to custom, involved a brief embrace to demonstrate a harmonious relationship before their subjects.
Whether it was the awe-inspiring ceremony itself or the captivating sight of handsome men and beautiful women, the commoners outside the square cheered, nobles and gentlemen removed their hats, and ladies waved handkerchiefs. Petals and silk fluttered throughout the square, creating a climax for this first and most important investiture!
As the music subsided and the cheers gradually faded, Lin An stepped aside, allowing Master Cadillac to step forward.
Besides Master Ulysses and others, thirteen archmages were conferred titles in Merlin this time. While Lin An and six others received titles of earl or higher, the other seven temporarily received ranks below earl.
For archmages, a viscount was too low a rank; this conferment was more of a symbolic gesture.
Saxon particularly valued the goodwill behind this attitude, so he deliberately placed the conferment of titles to those below the rank of earl alongside Lin An and her group, and in the covert propaganda, he also deliberately exaggerated their achievements, allowing them to spread their fame and become household heroes.
This was an honor, and also a demonstration of his expectations for the remaining masters. This arrangement satisfied the remaining seven archmages, who felt that the young emperor was treating them with great courtesy.
After the conferment ceremony, there was a procession through the streets to celebrate, giving the people of the capital the opportunity to see the true faces of the heroes who fought against the demons and to express their respect and love.
Grand balls were held in the palace and in the square. Lin An was surrounded by flower petals and cheers, almost giving her the illusion that she had become the center of the world. Before she knew it, the whole day had passed.
Having finally escaped the ball, Lin An found a courtier and asked him to convey his message:
"I wish to see His Majesty the Saxon."
The Saxon had already left the ball halfway through, as was his custom, because he placed great importance on the high priests who had received his congratulations.
The courtier Lin An had sought out was a newly risen court favorite, but his status was nowhere near that of the high priests or the earls. Filled with envy for Lin An's vast fiefdom, he respectfully congratulated Lin An, then summoned a court maid to accompany him while he personally went to deliver the message.
His eagerness was naturally due to Lin An.
Anyone with eyes could see how popular Lin An was.
Saxon's reply granting the audience took a while to arrive.
The courtier who came to report was calm, revealing nothing.
Lin An was led to the main study where the emperor and his ministers received audiences.
Saxon was sitting behind a wide desk reviewing memorials. He had long since changed out of his magnificent imperial robes and into looser casual clothes. The air was filled with a faint scent of wine mixed with the distinctive aroma of a young man—not unpleasant, and without the perfume Lin An had imagined. It seemed he had thrown himself into official business as soon as he left the ball.
Hearing the door open, he said without turning his head,
"Sit, wait a moment. There's still a little bit of this memorial left."
Lin An sat down for about fifteen minutes. Saxon finally finished reviewing the memorial in his hand, rang the golden bell on the table, and a courtier came in, sealed the memorial, and took it away. Lin An noticed that the seal was red, indicating that this was indeed a memorial that needed to be sent back urgently.
After flipping through the remaining memorials, Saxon tidied the table, seemingly intending to conclude his official business and find another place to speak with Lin An.
Seeing this, Lin An said, "No need, it's better to talk here."
She then glanced at the attendants beside her.
A flicker of surprise crossed Saxon's eyes.
Lin An knew Viscount Roosevelt's position in his life; in fact, the latter knew most of what was happening around him.
After a moment's thought, Saxon lightly waved his finger. Viscount Roosevelt glanced at him imperceptibly, bowed, and his attendants, led by him, retreated silently and orderly.
Having accepted the title, their relationship had deepened. In front of Lin An, Saxon twisted a hidden clasp on the side of the desk, a subtle magical fluctuation enveloping the room.
Having done this, Saxon said, "You can speak now. What is it?"
He knew Lin An wouldn't come to him for no reason.
Lin An had considered many ways to start a conversation, but ultimately felt that getting straight to the point was more appropriate.
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Because of the Demon Hunter Ranking, some people have been making unusual moves."
"Oh?" The young emperor's expression deepened.
The Demon Hunter Ranking touched upon something truly taboo.
"Some people?" he asked.
"Some... troublemakers." A fleeting hint of sarcasm crossed Lin An's lips as she continued before Saxon could ask further, "I came specifically because you might hear some rumors that could harm our relationship, so I wanted to let you know in advance."
Many things didn't need to be explicitly stated, especially since today's topic was particularly sensitive for both of them.
Saxon narrowed his eyes slightly, mentally drawing a line between the possible suspects for the so-called "troublemakers," and gave Lin An a deep look.
Lin An calmly returned his gaze.
Saxon looked away, a slight smile appearing on his face.
“I understand,” he said sincerely and earnestly. “Don’t worry, my Earl, I will not doubt your loyalty because of mere rumors or the machinations of outsiders—our goals are aligned now, so I should be able to trust your loyalty, right?”
Lin An was surprised, but he concealed it well, revealing a knowing smile. “Of course.”
The two, nominally ruler and subject, smiled at each other, the atmosphere seemingly perfect.
Saxon stood up, admiringly examining Lin An’s attire, and smiled, “I forgot to mention, your outfit today is truly outstanding, absolutely stunning.”
As he spoke, Saxon picked up two glasses of wine that had been prepared on the table, handing one to Lin An, and said with a meaningful smile, “I wish you a more pleasant day.”
Although Lin An felt strange, he didn’t think much of it, took the glass and smiled faintly, “Your Majesty too.” He clinked glasses with Saxon, tilted his head back and drank, his long, snow-white neck faintly visible beneath his collar, revealing a touch of allure.
Setting down her wine glass, Lin An suddenly felt dizzy. She immediately realized something was wrong, but her body was already weak and limp, her head was spinning and she couldn't concentrate. Her mental energy was also completely dormant and unusable. In fact, Lin An was even weaker and more powerless than when she first transmigrated. She angrily asked, "What have you done?"
Saxon smiled smugly, "I laced the wine with a kind of drug from the Age of Gods. Anyone below the demigod level can't resist it. You know, I've wanted you for a long time. Today you came to me alone, how could I not seize the opportunity? Once I have you, you will be the Empress of this empire, my eternal possession."
Saxon activated a protective array with his token and
vanished in a blazing golden pillar of light.
The teleportation light gradually dimmed, and Saxon's figure appeared in the hall.
On a bed that was over ten zhang long and wide—almost excessively large—lay a graceful, aloof, and otherworldly figure. A silver-purple robe draped her perfect body, her jet-black hair flowing freely. Her exquisitely beautiful face, as radiant as the moon,
was expressionless, gazing at the curtain above, seemingly indifferent to everything. It was none other than Lin An, whom he had captured earlier, and Saxon, reeking of alcohol. Xun sat down by the bed, his burning gaze sweeping unabashedly over Lin An's stunningly beautiful face and full, undulating body. After a moment, he exclaimed, "Truly worthy of being the most perfect woman in legend, she's intoxicating." As he spoke, he reached out and stroked Lin An's fair
face , his fingers tracing her delicate nose, her rosy cheeks, her snow-white chin, and down her smooth neck
to her high, firm breasts encased in her robes. Lin An remained motionless on the bed, offering no resistance to Saxon's advances. Saxon, kneading Lin An's soft, firm breasts, smacked his lips and leaned down to kiss her flower-like red lips. He parted her delicate teeth, skillfully finding her smooth tongue, their lips and teeth exchanging saliva as they intertwined. His hands didn't stop; Lin An's clothes were rapidly removed, and in no time she was completely naked. Saxon felt the pressure of her perfect, large breasts, and a faint, intoxicating fragrance wafted into his nose. His gaze was fixed on her chest; the deep cleavage between her two full, round breasts was clearly visible, shimmering with a captivating white luster in the sunlight. Enjoying the soft, smooth texture in his hands, Saxon finally released his mouth, his gaze lingering on Lin An's naked body. Her fair skin, flawless like starlight and moonlight, was exquisitely smooth. Her full, high breasts rose prominently, the two pink nipples a testament to her purity. Her slender waist, rounded buttocks, shapely legs, and the pink paradise all captivated Saxon's gaze.
Even completely naked, Lin An exuded a cold, aloof, and unapproachable
aura, enough to deter countless lecherous men. Saxon, however, was an exception. This cold, unyielding...
The intrusive aura only fueled his lust, defiling the sacred. His favorite pastime was to bring the high and mighty goddess down to earth, and Lin An was no exception. Saxon kissed Lin An's long, elegant neck, leaving lip prints on her white skin. He moved downwards, reaching her full breasts, kissing her soft, tender flesh. He kneaded the two warm, smooth mounds of flesh while sucking on a pink nipple, his teeth gently nibbling, his tongue skillfully teasing the hardening tip. Then he switched sides, leaving saliva stains on her full, smooth breasts. His hands caressed this perfect, naked body, skillfully roaming over Lin An's sensitive areas. His seemingly casual movements concealed a hidden agenda. Thousands of years ago, there existed a lustful demon god, inherently licentious, who abducted and collected countless beautiful women to satisfy his desires. Regardless of race, any woman of exceptional beauty who was renowned in her region became his target, and he would seize her by any means necessary to possess her. After becoming a supreme god, he created the supreme divine weapon, the "Lustful Manual," which encapsulated the essence of his life's lewd techniques. Saxon obtained it by chance and treasured it greatly. After practicing it, he conquered countless beautiful women, and even the most chaste and aloof goddesses and fairies submitted to him. Saxon used the secret techniques recorded in the "Lustful Manual," and countless faint yet mysterious energies seeped into Lin An's delicate body as his hands explored, arousing Lin An's lust. Gradually, a blush crept onto Lin An's exquisitely beautiful face, which was as cold and aloof as frost and snow. Her soft body began to tense, and her slender, icy hands gripped the sheets tightly. Her eyes, as cold as ancient ice, seemed to be thawing, and a faint ripple of emotion lurked beneath her seemingly calm surface, though she suppressed it fiercely, revealing not a trace of it.
Saxon observed Lin An's transformation. This most beautiful and noble woman had
begun to be aroused by him. If he exerted a little more effort, this beautiful goddess would bloom before him in her
most alluring form, allowing him to savor all her beauty.

His head moved down her smooth, white abdomen, past her delicate navel, and reached
her private parts. Saxon extended his fingers and slid them across her tender private area
, skillfully parting the pale pink petals and slowly entering the tight passage, which was already slightly moist.
As the fingers continued to penetrate, the slightly moist, smooth flesh began to instinctively contract and writhe, trying to expel the intruder
. Saxon felt his fingers tightly enveloped, making it extremely difficult to penetrate even a little further.
His heart burned even hotter, and he used his fingers forcefully, constantly shattering Lin An's last resistance, penetrating deeper while skillfully
teasing her, simultaneously channeling the energy of the "Lustful Manual" into Lin An's body.

Lin An's breathing gradually quickened, her teeth clenched. The tingling pleasure from her lower body was familiar yet
utterly strange. Lin An resisted desperately, but her cultivation was currently sealed, and the "Lustful Manual," as a supreme divine art created by a top-tier god to control all the beauties in the world, was arguably the strongest lewd technique in history
. How could Lin An's will resist it? Even her composure honed through two lifetimes of reincarnation began to waver under the increasingly intense pleasure. Even with extreme disgust in her heart, Lin An's body reacted instinctively. "Mmm..." Lin An breathed softly, interspersed with faint, delicate moans.
Her icy gaze softened without her even realizing it, becoming hazy. Her full,
firm breasts heaved with her breath, her round, pert buttocks supported by Saxon.
Her shapely legs, neither too plump nor too thin, twitched stiffly, tightly clamping Saxon's head, as if
trying to suffocate him between them.
Saxon kneaded Lin An's smooth, moist buttocks while his tongue roamed between her blooming
, moist petals. Even this simple movement sent shivers down Lin An's spine; her alluring pink petals
parted on their own, revealing tender, contracting pink flesh. Thick, sticky nectar flowed from her as his tongue stirred
, which Saxon licked into his mouth.
Overwhelmed by pleasure coursing through her body, Lin An was disoriented. She gasped for breath, her exquisitely curved
body convulsing and trembling. Faint blue veins bulged on her tightly clenched fists.
Her deep, bright eyes blinked blankly and unconsciously. A rough, hot tongue skillfully swept across her sensitive spots,
bringing such intense pleasure that Lin An could no longer pay attention to anything else. A surging, tingling
pleasure like an electric current, coursed through her body from her lower body, pushing her closer to ecstasy.
Under the assault of primal, instinctive pleasure, Lin An could no longer resist.

Everything else seemed to fade away. Lin An's body began to spasm, large patches of
intoxicating . She was about to climax. But just as she was about to ejaculate, Saxon stopped
his movements on her lower body, pulling his head away from Lin An's entangled legs. Lin An opened her eyes, the first thing she saw
was Saxon's mocking smile. Instantly, as if doused with cold water, her almost lost
senses snapped back to reality. A wave of shame and hatred washed over her, and her gaze towards Saxon returned to its icy
indifference.

Saxon, grinning lewdly, leaned down and sealed Lin An's red lips with his, prying open her tightly closed teeth.
A strange-tasting liquid flowed into Lin An's mouth, which he forced to swallow as their tongues intertwined.
In endless bitterness, humiliation, and resentment, Lin An tightly closed her bright, starry eyes, two
streams of tears slowly flowing down her cheeks. Her delicate body trembled spasmodically as Saxon brought her to orgasm,
a large amount of warm, honey-like fluid flowing from her lower body, wetting Saxon's fingers.

He licked his wet fingers, gazing at Lin An's
voluptuous Her firm breasts and shapely buttocks, their rounded curves incredibly tempting,
made the Creation Saint feel a painful hardness in his lower body.

He impatiently stripped naked, revealing his strong, muscular physique.
He spread Lin An's legs at an obtuse angle, exposing her already soaked pink vulva. His enormous, oval-shaped glans
slid against the wet petals. "Lin An, the most beautiful woman in the world, now let me taste what it's like,"
Saxon grinned maliciously, grabbing Lin An's slender waist. With a slight thrust, his penis slowly forced its way through her tender, tight flesh.
The penis slowly penetrated Lin An's vagina, inch by inch, pressing against her soft clitoris. The friction caused her extremely sensitive flesh to twitch slightly, and Lin An's lower abdomen trembled. Her pretty face displayed a myriad of expressions. One moment, she furrowed her delicate eyebrows, narrowed her bright eyes, and wrinkled her nose, looking like she couldn't take it anymore; the next moment, she opened her eyes wide, bit her lip, raised her pointed chin, and tried to suppress a moan. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed continuously with Saxon's thrusting. Lin An was dazed, but her body betrayed her. Saxon's thick, long, and menacing penis plunged in again and again, each entry radiating a strange, seductive power. Her sensitive, tender flesh was scraped and rubbed raw by the rough thrusting, and slippery love juices flowed continuously under the intense pleasure, staining their lower bodies in a mottled mess. Lin An gasped softly, her round, upturned buttocks unconsciously lifting slightly to meet the thrusts of his penis, as if making a silent invitation.
Under the fierce onslaught, Lin An's alluringly white body, already aroused, writhed in arousal.
Her exquisite face was flushed with a captivating blush, her starry eyes shimmering like spring water, sparkling with the luster of spring passion. Her previously cool moans concealed a seductive spring allure, enough to seduce the soul. The previously cold and holy goddess had now shed her aloofness, transforming into a passionate and enchanting beauty. This stark contrast fueled Saxon's already surging desire. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands moved from Lin An's slender, smooth waist, grasping her two soft, smooth breasts, kneading them wantonly as if kneading dough. His fingers played with the erect, rosy nipples, which were engorged with blood, while his penis thrust boldly into her warm, tight honey hole. The soft flesh walls tightly enveloped Saxon's flesh. The penis, seemingly alive, throbbed and sucked, giving Saxon unparalleled pleasure. Amidst Lin An's seductive moans, it thrust vigorously into her hips, penetrating deep into her body. The force caused her soft, snow-white body to arch in a breathtakingly beautiful arc, her plump buttocks raised high, flushed red from the impact. Her beautiful legs tightly gripped Saxon's strong back, their bodies intertwined.
"Ah...ah...no...ah...too intense...ah...slower...ah..."
Lin An gasped seductively, uttering broken pleas for mercy. She was, after all, a mage by training, with a delicate body, incomparable to Saxon, whose physical body had been tempered through countless trials of martial arts cultivation. Under such intense thrusting, she quickly became unable to withstand it, her entire body aching and weak. Saxon's thrusting, however, showed no signs of weakening; on the contrary, it seemed to grow even more violent, like an ancient ferocious beast fiercely assaulting Lin An's delicate body. Each time, his massive head slammed heavily against her tender and sensitive clitoris, bringing a piercing, tingling, and itchy sensation. "Heh, already taking it? You were acting all cold and arrogant just now, but after a couple of thrusts, you're already weak and wet, aren't you? Women are all the same, so dishonest. They clearly want it, but they're too stubborn to admit it." Saxon continued his rapid and fierce thrusting while verbally humiliating Lin An.
"You...you're shameless...ah...haa..." The vulgar and crude words filled Lin An with extreme shame and indignation
. She was about to retort when Saxon suddenly increased his strength and thrust hard several times, rendering her
speechless and only able to weakly moan. Saxon laughed wildly, flipping Lin An's limp and powerless body over, making her kneel on the bed with her alluring buttocks raised high. He slapped Lin An's buttocks and inserted his penis into her wet and slippery honey hole from behind, changing positions and thrusting again. "Ah...ah...no...no...ah...let me go...ah...no..." Lin An could already feel the changes in her body. She desperately shook her head, trying to resist everything, but in the face of Saxon's amazing physique, her resistance was utterly insignificant. She could only be pushed to the climax of sex in desperate moans.
Feeling Lin An's body begin to convulse violently, her vagina burning hot, Saxon
lewdly grabbed Lin An's arm, pulling her up and increasing the pace of his thrusts. His powerful thrusts pounded deep into her vagina, shattering Lin An's last resistance.
"Come on, let it out!" "Haa...ah...no...it's coming...ah...
" Lin An screamed loudly, her rosy lips gaping wide like a goldfish emerging from the water, her alluring body convulsing and trembling violently. Warm nectar gushing from deep within her vagina drenched Saxon's penis, sending shivers of pleasure through him. At the moment of Lin An's climax, he temporarily stopped thrusting, pulling her body into his arms from behind. His hands kneaded her full, firm breasts, his bare chest rubbing against her smooth, bare back. His penis was deeply inserted into her vagina, enjoying the soft, squeezing sensation of her vaginal walls.
As the afterglow of the climax faded, Lin An's bright, starry eyes became hazy. She then realized she was being held so
submissively in Saxon's arms. Their intimate position made her feel as if she'd been bitten by a venomous snake. She turned her head and
bit Saxon's broad shoulder. But her small, silvery teeth felt like they were biting into a piece of divine iron; instead of leaving a mark,
the impact made her teeth ache slightly.
"Tsk tsk, you're really heartless. I just let you experience the greatest pleasure a woman can have, and you bite
me? Looks like I really need to teach you a lesson, to show you what obedience and proper conduct are."
Saxon lightly kissed Lin An's snow-white earlobe, lewdly chuckling as he thrust his hips forward, his penis slowly churning within her honeyed depths, gently pumping in and out of her tender flesh. The familiar tingling pleasure surged from her lower body once more. Lin An clenched her teeth tightly, trying hard to control herself from making any shameful sounds. However, her body was unusually sensitive after the climax. Even with just casual thrusting, the tingling, itchy pleasure of her elytra made Lin An almost unable to control herself. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with her increasingly rapid breathing, swaying in alluring curves.
Saxon, like a wild horse, pulled his penis out until only half of the glans was exposed outside her vagina. He paused for a moment, then thrust his hips forward, forcing the monstrous glans open the tender walls of Lin An's vagina, penetrating her cervix. Then, with a crisp "Saxon hiss," he forced open the cervix, his large penis perfectly fitting inside her vagina without a single gap.
"Ah!" "Pierced, Lin An cried out in pain, her small hands gripping the sheets beneath her.
Her long, shapely legs, bent at Saxon's arm, sprang up and hooked tightly around his neck, her ten alluring toes tightening
and loosening repeatedly in a charmingly adorable display. Lin An screamed in a tearful voice, desperately responding to the man's repeated, intense penetration, until finally, with a high-pitched moan, she reached the peak of her desire. The intense orgasm made her eyes roll back, tears and saliva streaming down her face.
"This is true lovemaking, it's so comfortable, so exhilarating!" Saxon looked at
Lin An, who lay limp and dazed beneath him, her eyes tightly shut from the gushing of orgasm. It all felt like a dream. Hearing her luscious
lips uttering intermittent moans, he thrust his hips with renewed vigor. "Mmm...mmm, oh...oh oh oh, ah...ah ah ah ah..."

In the bedroom filled with an atmosphere of debauchery, on the creaking, swaying bed, Lin An's body was bent at a 120-
degree angle, highlighting her even more alluring, rounded buttocks. Her long, beautiful legs draped over Saxon's shoulders,
occasionally intertwining. The man's throbbing figure was projected onto her fair, smooth skin
. Her swollen, red vulva was being forcefully penetrated to the very end by the man's thick, long, black penis, the entire massive shaft swallowed by her seemingly bottomless depths.
The remaining pair of swollen, dark red testicles slapped against her contracting, vibrant anus, causing her buttocks to sink downwards, deformed by the man's powerful abdominal thrusts, her round, full buttocks compressed into an oval shape. Instantly, the thick, long, black penis, covered in white, frothy vaginal fluid, was pulled out. The penis rubbed against her tightly closed labia, making her entire vagina seem to vibrate. Her deformed buttocks quickly returned to their original full shape, displaying astonishing elasticity. This lewd scene played out repeatedly with each thrust, providing a powerful visual feast.
"Slap slap slap... slap slap slap..."
Lin An's flushed face was filled with a blissful, intoxicated expression. The intense and wild sex
generated waves of intense, stimulating pleasure that coursed through every nerve in her body. Her reddened body responded to the man
's thrusts, her delicate brows furrowed, her cherry lips parted, and she breathed out hot, fragrant breaths. Under the man's
skillful sexual techniques, her honey pot was completely opened, gushing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Her body occasionally
twitched and trembled intermittently, wave after wave of ecstatic orgasms assaulting her brain cells.

Sweating profusely, Saxon made his final thrusts, waves of pleasure surging from his lower back, traveling up his spine to his brain. In the woman's euphoric daze, he thrust his penis forward, the large head penetrating Lin An's uterus. Lin An climaxed twice in a mere fifteen minutes. She weakly writhed her naked, sweat-drenched body, moaning with resentment and helplessness. These feeble struggles only added a little excitement for Saxon. The pure and aloof Lin An, like a female beast, arched her back as he gripped her slender waist and buttocks from behind, enduring his defilement in this humiliating position. The unparalleled sense of conquest brought by this defilement of her purity thrilled Saxon immensely.
"Haa...haa...no...no more...uh...it's...it's...it's going to break...ah
..." The intense sex had greatly exhausted Lin An's strength. Completely exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed like a limp rag doll. Her full breasts were flattened by her body, her flushed face pressed against the bed, her captivating eyes glazed over, and her delicate red lips parted slightly, emitting soft moans of pleading.
"Hmph, you're already done? Such poor stamina won't do. You need some proper training!"
Saxon remained in the rear-entry position, lifting Lin An's
waist . He slapped her buttocks, lewdly laughing, "Your pussy is so tight! I can't take it anymore, oh,
I'm going to cum!" Saxon's large hands slapped Lin An's upturned buttocks repeatedly as he began his final thrusts.
Although he appeared extremely excited, his heart remained perfectly calm. With each powerful thrust of his hips, his internal fighting spirit was pushed to its limit, and even some primal energy gathered within, silently unleashing the "
Seed of Desire" secret technique from the "Lustful Manual." Finally, after seventy or eighty rapid thrusts, amidst Lin An's delicate and alluring moans,
he forcefully plunged his penis deep into her body, filling her honeypot with his semen. Simultaneously, streams of
soft, eerie, and strange energy entered Lin An's body along with the semen, permeating every inch of her flesh and even subtly infiltrating her soul sea—a faint but powerful influence. This is the forbidden secret technique "Seed of Desire" from the "Lustful Manual." A "seed of desire," condensed from the caster's own power, enters the woman's body through intercourse, nourished by her essence and spirit, giving birth to a lustful fetus. This will subtly influence her, gradually changing her constitution, making her body extremely sensitive, and affecting her will and emotions. Combined with other forms of training, it will ultimately turn her into the caster's love slave.
"No...no...no...ah...it's coming again..."
Driven to the brink of ecstasy by Saxon's intense thrusting before his ejaculation, Lin An twisted her supple waist in a daze, gripping the bed
and creating creases. Her pretty face flushed slightly as she screamed loudly, brought to her tenth climax in extreme humiliation. The gushing nectar mixed with Saxon's semen, filling her narrow honeypot to the brim, a fiery sensation.
The penis, slick with honey and semen, was pulled from the ravaged vagina and rubbed against Lin An's smooth
buttocks Saxon pressed down on Lin An's naked body from behind, kissing her earlobes, her delicate neck, and her smooth back with utmost tenderness. Lin An's body rested quietly in Saxon's arms, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, seemingly still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, enjoying the post
- coital warmth with Saxon.
"The Queen has arrived..." Saxon looked up at the sound of her voice and saw Lin An dressed in a black evening gown that perfectly accentuated her tall and graceful figure. Her long black hair was pulled up high, revealing the snow-white skin of her neck. The classic black and white combination added a touch of mystery to Lin An's haughty demeanor, making her seem like a noblewoman bathed in moonlight. Her white heels, down to the curved insteps, were covered by ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, creating a captivating curve. Below her white and rounded ankles were nude-colored mid-heels, which, combined with her elegant gait, made her seem like a fairy dancing in the wind. The form-fitting evening gown perfectly outlined her curvaceous figure. Lin An walked to Saxon's side. Her full breasts, unrestrained by a bra, swayed slightly, and her deep, white cleavage, coupled with her toothy smile and her mesmerizing gaze, stared intently at him. Walking up to Saxon, Lin An kicked off her high heels, barefoot, and bent down slightly. Her pair of snow-white, full breasts were exposed to him without any cover. As Saxon's throat bobbed, Lin An reached out and gently lifted her skirt, sliding it down her snow-white, plump thigh. She stopped just before reaching the top of her thigh, as if hooking onto something, and then gently pulled it down. Finally, when it reached her ankles, Saxon could see what the woman was holding: a pair of black lace silk thongs. Lin An lightly touched the thong with her little finger, her eyes darting flirtatiously at Saxon. As Saxon's blood boiled, she suddenly sat on his lap, her jade arms wrapped around his neck, her breath sweet as orchids, and said, "Your Majesty, don't you want me?" Saxon could no longer restrain himself. He placed his hands on Lin An's lower back, tightly embracing the woman, his chest pressing against her breasts. He pressed his large, erect penis against Lin An's private parts through several layers of fabric, secretly thrusting his hips, intensifying the friction between them. Then, he gently stroked Lin An's clothes, and in less than a second, Lin An, her dress torn away, was completely naked.
He suddenly bent Lin An's legs, placing his hands on her knees, thrusting in and out, watching his thick, dark penis enter and exit Lin An's tender pink vulva, bringing up patches of white fluid. His face grew increasingly excited.
"Ah...ah...um..." Lin An felt Saxon's thick penis, each time it entered her body, it brought her a strong feeling of fullness, and each time it withdrew, her lower body felt empty. She just wanted the man on top of her to enter quickly and satisfy her intense needs at this moment.
"Huff...huff..." Saxon thrust rapidly dozens of times, making Lin An moan softly before panting heavily and saying, "Ah...baby, let's change positions, I want to ride you." Without saying a word, Saxon pulled out his dark, thick penis, turned Lin An around, and forcefully pressed her upper body down, lifting her round, upturned buttocks. Then, with one hand on his hard penis, he searched for Lin An's hidden honey hole. With
a soft "snap," Saxon thrust his lower body, and his thick penis smoothly entered Lin An's body.
This action made Lin An moan softly, her delicate body tremble, and her soft hair spread down her back.
Saxon contentedly brushed aside the jet-black hair that cascaded down Lin An's back, gazing at her curvaceous, fair back. With each thrust, he lowered his head, leaving over a dozen deep kisses on her smooth, white skin.
"Ah...ha...mmm..." Saxon's rapid, powerful thrusts caused Lin An's moans to shift continuously. Suddenly, a pair of large hands covered her firm breasts, and she immediately knew that the man behind her was aroused again, launching a pincer attack.
Saxon felt the warmth and lubrication enveloping his penis, and grasped her soft breasts, experiencing a different kind of alluring pleasure. Seeing that Lin An beneath him was completely conquered, Saxon's desire to conquer reached unprecedented heights.
After playing with her breasts for a while, Saxon reluctantly withdrew. While thrusting, he stroked Lin An's equally round and firm buttocks. Suddenly, a crisp "smack" rang out as Saxon's large hands swiftly slapped down on Lin An's buttocks.
Saxon gripped Lin An's waist tightly, performing nearly a hundred rapid and violent thrusts. Then he stood up, half-squatting like a horse, straddling Lin An on either side of him. One hand guided his penis. Once inside, Saxon rode Lin An beneath him, making her groan incessantly.
This position best gave a man the satisfaction of conquering a woman, and Saxon was no exception. He had sworn to make this beauty, from head to toe, his entire being his. A thought struck him, and he suddenly withdrew his penis, turning the panting Lin An over.
He spread Lin An's long legs, still clad in stockings, and hoisted them up. His lower body slid into Lin An's moist vulva, while his hands caressed the beautiful woman's perfect, silk-stockinged feet.
Lin An's stockings were of very high quality, belonging to the natural ice silk series.
Saxon could still feel their slight coolness when he touched them.
Lin An's soles were rosy and tender, with an astonishing curve from the instep to the thigh. Her delicate, white toes, like scallions, were barely concealed by the thin, flesh-colored stockings, revealing their stunning allure. Saxon, who had been with countless women, had never seen such perfect feet. He couldn't help but exclaim, "These feet are simply a masterpiece of heaven!" Lin An's eyes were glazed, her pretty face flushed, and she moaned intermittently until Saxon stopped to admire her beautiful feet, at which point she was able to catch her breath. Lin An's hatred intensified, but a smile appeared on her face as she said in a seductive voice, "Do you like it? My whole body, and these feet, are yours tonight. Do whatever you want with them, An'er will do whatever you want." Lin An's alluring words made Saxon's penis, still inside her, twitch. He admiringly stroked the soles of Lin An's feet, rolling his tongue over her tender toes encased in stockings.
Through the slightly cool flesh-colored stockings, Saxon greedily sucked on Lin An's small toes. The unique fragrance of a young girl on her sexy feet intoxicated Saxon. After licking for a few times, the already thin stockings became even more transparent, and Lin An's five small toes came together. As he began to move, her tender white toes trembled slightly, which further stimulated Saxon's rising lust.
Lin An looked at the man on top of her, kissing her left calf, her face filled with a dazed expression. "Kiss me..." Lin An suddenly spoke, drawing Saxon's gaze to her pretty face. Lin An's eyes were slightly glazed, her lips curved in a blissful smile, clearly nearing the peak of pleasure. Saxon felt that conquering this beauty beneath him was the proudest thing he had ever done in his life.
Saxon lifted Lin An's legs, placing her calves on his shoulders, making her lower herself. His erect penis, without any assistance, easily slid into her already overflowing vulva. Lin An only had time to groan once before Saxon kissed her lips.
"Mmm...mmm..." With her mouth sealed, Lin An's groans became intermittent "mmm" sounds. Lin An's fragrant breath continuously filled Saxon's nostrils, and his thrusting became faster and faster. The sounds of their intercourse, "slap slap slap," were incessant. Lin An's silk-stockinged feet, draped over Saxon's shoulders, swayed erratically on either side of his head with each thrust.
Lin An and Saxon engaged in a passionate kiss, Lin An letting him suckle her saliva. Her breasts, already stretched and twisted, fell into his hands, becoming increasingly grotesque. Suddenly, Saxon, already thrusting violently, felt his penis harden even more, the pleasure intensifying exponentially, almost reaching ejaculation. He was startled, then overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, losing all reason.
His eyes were bloodshot, he panted like a wild beast, his dark penis thrusting into Lin An with incredible speed, leaving her breathless. His hands, covering Lin An's breasts, kneaded them forcefully amidst the intense pleasure, as if afraid he might crush them. Saxon cupped her plump buttocks, gradually becoming more forceful, each thrust hitting her very core. Lin An's flesh trembled incessantly, she was ecstatic. "Your Majesty... I feel so good... Oh my
god
! 　　Ahh
...
She didn't know how many times she had climaxed, but "plop! plop!" waves of fluid gushed from her vagina again, spraying Saxon's lower body into a mess. His penis, inserted into her vagina, felt increasingly tighter. As it penetrated deeper, the rebound from her plump, white buttocks felt incredibly pleasurable, so he thrust even harder, his hands gripping her buttocks as he thrust his hips forward, causing Lin An to moan wildly. Under Saxon's intense ravaging, Lin An couldn't help but writhe passionately, panting softly in response. Her pair of fair, smooth, long, and perfect legs sometimes rose high, sometimes fell gently, as if unsure where to place them…
Unconsciously, Lin An's beautiful, long, and fair legs wrapped around Saxon's waist, shyly clamping and welcoming him with each thrust and withdrawal, while she murmured softly in a dreamlike voice. "Ah, ah...you...so deep...oh, ah...Saxon, you've reached a place I've never been penetrated before...oh, ah, oh...whoosh...so big!"
Looking at the beautiful woman writhing and moaning before him, her sweet, dreamlike expression, he decided to add fuel to the fire, to see just how wanton she could become; so he thrust even more wildly and roughly with his thick, long penis, deeply penetrating her hot and thirsty little secret passage.
After a series of wild and unrestrained thrusts, his rough and burning hot glans entered that shy, blooming, delicate flower core—the tip pressed precisely against the deepest part of Lin An's vagina.
"Ah—!"
came a shy, delicate moan.
Unable to withstand the intense stimulation, Lin An burst into a rapid, panting moan.
Saxon's enormous penis filled the deepest part of Lin An's mysterious flower path, his large glans pressing tightly against her cervix, and then began a series of kneading and touching sensations that made her feel intoxicated and her soul swoon. Instantly, the pure and lovely girl trembled as if electrocuted, letting out a series of hazy and panicked cries: "Ah...ah...oh...ah...um, um...oh ah...Saxon...huff...um, oh...my Saxon...good Your Majesty...I surrender to you!"
Lin An called out Saxon's name passionately, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, her soft, boneless, delicate body convulsing and spasming uncontrollably… The mucous membranes and tender flesh of her vaginal walls clung tightly to the enormous intruder, an uncontrollable, intense contraction and tight grip causing Lin An's snow-white buttocks to thrust upwards and meet his, her limbs entwined around Saxon's back like an octopus.
She groaned for a moment, then cried out desperately, "Ah, ah… Your Majesty… Your Majesty…
You're so amazing… Oh, oh… You're going to kill me… Oh… Ah… Hmm… Ah ha… Oh…
I can't take it anymore… Oh… I'm finished!"
With each gushing of her climax, Lin An's vaginal fluids splattered like a hot spring onto Saxon's large glans… before finally subsiding.
"Ah...ah...um..." Lin An's delicate white foot, swaying with each thrust, rested on Saxon's shoulder. Suddenly, it trembled violently, revealing her ten little toes curled up clearly through the thin stockings. Saxon, on top of her, let out a low growl, his penis thrusting into Lin An at an unprecedented speed.
Saxon's growl mingled with Lin An's rapid moans. Their lower bodies were soaked with fluid.
Suddenly, Saxon felt his glans swell, and the sensation of each thrust against the flesh of the vagina was incredibly pleasurable. Knowing he was about to ejaculate, he quickly spread Lin An's buttocks, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper. After dozens more thrusts, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, pressing his penis against her clitoris and crying out, "An'er... I'm going to cum... I'm cumming..."
Saxon ejaculated all of his semen into Lin An's womb. Lin An, receiving the young emperor's hot semen, trembled with pleasure and let out a long cry of "Ah..." before climaxing again.
After an unknown amount of time, the hall fell silent once more. On the large bed, Lin An was fast asleep, her fair and flawless, voluptuous body covered in white semen stains and faint red scratches. Her crotch was a mess, a testament to the intensity of their recent "battle." Lin An, covered in sticky semen, slept soundly in Saxon's arms with a blissful smile on her face...

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