"Spring in the Imperial Palace" - ◆ Bewitched (H)

Xiao Chong's gaze met hers. Her smile was so beautiful and captivating, her eyes so alluring that even the most beautiful peach blossoms and spring breezes couldn't compare.
He gently lifted his finger and lightly rubbed her nose, sighing, "You little rascal, you really hold a grudge."
Yan Yan smiled gently. Yes, she held a grudge.
Consort Jin made things difficult for Xiao Rong, making their lives miserable. Therefore, she wanted to let her taste the bitterness of utter ruin.
Similarly, she also remembered the pain and humiliation that Xiao Chong had inflicted on her.
Yan Yan nestled softly in his arms, a few strands of her hair brushing against his chin in a seductive way, tickling him and making his heart itch as well.
Having a delicate beauty in his arms always stirs his desires. He turned over and pinned her beneath him.
Yan Yan let out a soft moan and gently pounded his chest, saying aggrievedly, "Ugh, Master...you...you haven't answered me yet."
When she gets angry, she has a unique and captivating charm.
Xiao Chong's throat felt hot. "Whatever you say, whatever you say."
After a night, her little flower was still moist, and without saying a word, he went straight in.
The penis pulsed and thrust within her, the pleasure radiating from her body leaving her utterly disarmed, as if she were floating on clouds—it was itchy, it was tingling, it was ecstasy.
"Yan Yan, shout it out! Shout it out loud!"
"Ahhh—um..."
Under his fierce attack, Yan Yan moaned ecstatically, her cries broken and fragmented.
Xiao Chong was already in a trance, as if something was clamoring in his heart.
It's not enough, it's never enough.
He wanted everything about her, to imprint his mark on every inch of her skin; to make her eyes see only him; to keep her chained to the bed forever, for his pleasure only.
He went in and out, repeatedly possessing her, feeling the exquisite pleasure of her vagina, and sighed inwardly, "Such a wonderful vagina is rare in this world."
But that's still not enough.
As the hot liquid fell into her body, a strange sense of satisfaction arose in his heart.
As if bewitched, with beauties filling the Eastern Palace, each one charming and alluring, he has recently found himself unable to enjoy his food.
Only Yan Yan could captivate him completely, leaving him utterly mesmerized and unable to get enough of her.
He sighed, "Of all the women in the world, only Yan Yan can make me so infatuated and unforgettable."
His penis remained inside her, as if on purpose.
Yan Yan was exhausted. She had been thoroughly played with all night, and when she woke up, she was subjected to another round of torment by him.
Thinking it over, she agreed to stay with him for three days.
In an instant, I realized that both day and night were far too long.
"Of all the women in the world, only Yan Yan can make me so infatuated and unforgettable."
His words were extremely grating to her ears.
Her eyes were fixed on the layers of curtains, and she sneered, "Master, what kind of beauties haven't you seen? How could you be so captivated by my beauty? It's just that you've played with so many charming beauties that you're a bit tired of them. But we are connected by blood, it's forbidden, and that's why you have a different kind of excitement and pleasure."
Most men in the world are fickle, and Crown Prince Xiao Chong is especially so. In his eyes, beautiful women are nothing more than playthings for amusement.
Xiao Chong couldn't help but chuckle and said, "As a woman, don't be so clever and clear-headed; it won't do you any good."
Yan Yan tilted her head and remained silent.
If a person lives a little confused, a hundred years will pass by in a daze.
But she had seen far too many bloody examples.
In that palace, one beautiful woman after another, like moths to a flame, tried to win the emperor's favor—even if it was just a pretense.
Why bother?
In the end, one by one, they all met their tragic ends.
She had hoped to curry favor with those in power to make things easier for herself and her brother, but she never expected that she would end up getting herself into trouble as well.
Being too self-righteous led to reaping what one sows; it's both lamentable and laughable.
If I don't wake up soon and actually believe all this falsehood, one day I won't even know how I died.
The penis that remained inside her had become erect again without her realizing it. She heard Xiao Chong whisper in her ear, "It is precisely because we are connected by blood that we should be together. Look how well our bodies fit together. This hole of yours was born for me."
Yan Yan was frightened by him and instinctively wanted to run away.
A pair of large hands gripped her slender waist, leaving her nowhere to escape.
"again."
Without a word, her flower cave was forcefully stretched open by that hard and huge penis. The most sensitive and softest part was constantly being teased by him, and Yan Yan's whole body went limp, turning into a pool of spring water.
Let him be, let him do whatever he wants.
Distracted, she was immersed in the pleasure, letting out soft moans as if she were drowning in the endless spring water.
Xiao Chong loved her helpless and frightened appearance; he was her only support.
As soon as her slender feet touched the ground, a wet liquid flowed from her flower-like opening, dripping down her inner thighs and onto the floor—the love fluid from their intercourse.
Yan Yan's face suddenly flushed red, as if on fire. She looked down at her body and saw that her delicate, fair skin was covered with dense red marks.
Despite her aching and weak body, she struggled step by step to the table.
There was a pot of tea on the table, and the tea was still warm, indicating that a servant had changed it not long ago.
Just as he was about to pour himself some tea, he heard someone behind him ask, "Are you thirsty?"
She screamed for a long time, and when she woke up, her throat felt dry and sore.
Xiao Chong snatched the teacup from her hand, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I'll feed you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he drank the tea, pressed it to her lips, and poured the water into her sandalwood-scented mouth.
Yan Yan was extremely thirsty, and that small sip of water was far from enough. She licked every drop of nectar from his mouth, her little tongue enveloping his, sucking on the sweet water.
Still feeling it wasn't enough, instinctively craving more rain.
Xiao Chong was so captivated by her little tongue that he almost lost his soul; it was too intoxicating.
"Your little mouth is really good at sucking, you want more?"
She nodded.
He took another sip of tea and fed it to her, and they played a game of teasing between their lips and teeth. She chased him and he dodged, she retreated and he advanced, and their breaths grew hotter and hotter, and even their bodies became hot.
This went on and on, and it took quite a while to finish the pot of tea.
As he drank the last sip of tea, Xiao Chong could no longer control his desire. He placed her hand on the table and entered her vagina from behind.
Her weak and aching body could hardly withstand his wild and unrestrained ravages.
"Ugh—I...I can't hold on any longer..." she begged repeatedly, her body swaying precariously, almost falling to the ground.
Xiao Chong grabbed her and said, "You're so delicate."
As he spoke, he placed her round buttocks on the table, spread her legs, and stared intently at her overflowing vulva, pink and tender, just like a flower bud covered in morning dew, utterly lewd and alluring.
He reached out his finger and played with her small, extremely sensitive clitoris, feeling her delicate body tremble slightly.
Under his naked and burning gaze, Yan Yan was already shy and unable to bear it. He had just teased her a few times, and now he was teasing her with his fingers. In this state of being neither here nor there, the passion in her body could not be released, and she became even more unbearable.
"Ugh...don't do this..."
Xiao Chong knew her desire, "Come, my lovely little slave, beg me to fuck you."
He was an excellent hunter, incredibly patient, and in matters of the heart, she was no match for him.
Yan Yan whispered, "Master, please... fuck me."

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