The silence of the Tang Estate was absolute, a stark contrast to the murderous plotting occurring across the city. The moon hung high, silvering the rooftops and casting long, skeletal shadows across the courtyard.

In the western guest suite, Meng Yan stood by the window, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm. She had tried to wait, to play the part of the dignified Matriarch, but her Nine-Yin Lunar Phoenix bloodline was reacting to the cold midnight air, her skin humming with a frigid, lunar energy that only Shen Yu’s "Yang" fire could balance.

Exactly thirty minutes after the estate had fallen into slumber, the door to her suite creaked open. Meng Yan slipped out, her midnight black silks replaced by a sheer, violet-colored inner robe. Every step down the quiet corridor felt like a transgression, yet she was guided by the craving etched into her very marrow.

She reached the master suite and offered a soft, tentative knock.

"Come in, Yan’er," Shen Yu’s voice drifted through, low, gravelly, and entirely unsurprised.

Meng Yan pushed the door open. The sight that met her made her knees buckle, a slick, hot warmth blooming between her thighs.

Shen Yu was seated on the edge of the massive silk bed, his robes discarded, his muscular chest gleaming like polished bronze in the candlelight. And there, kneeling between his legs, was Lixue. The "First Wife" had cast aside all pretenses of innocence. Her eyes were glazed with focus, her small hands white-knuckled as they gripped Shen Yu’s thighs, her head moving with a rhythmic, dedicated grace.

Lixue paused for a second, sensing the cold, phoenix-like aura of the newcomer. She didn’t pull away; instead, she looked back over her shoulder, a strand of hair caught in the corner of her reddened lips. She offered a triumphant, playful smirk.

"You’re late, Sister," Lixue whispered, her voice a breathless purr. "I’ve already started the ’preliminary’ report."

Meng Yan felt a surge of possessive heat. She didn’t say a word as she glided forward, her robe falling to the floor in a pool of dark silk. She sank to her knees beside Lixue, her hazel eyes locking onto Shen Yu’s golden ones.

"Honey... please forgive my tardiness," Meng Yan whispered, her voice a sultry tremor as her hand joined Lixue’s on his thigh. "The ’Matriarch’ in me had to be put to sleep before the ’woman’ could come to serve."

Shen Yu’s hand tangled deep into Lixue’s hair while his other palm cupped Meng Yan’s jaw, his thumb grazing her lower lip with possessive force. "I told you she was eager, Lixue. It seems the Lunar Phoenix is cold; she craves the heat of my fire."

Lixue let out a dark, melodic giggle, her eyes shimmering with a predatory spark. "Then let’s not keep her waiting. I want to see exactly how the Iron Matriarch looks when she moans under you."

In a silent, shared understanding of their roles, Lixue surrendered her position. She offered the salt-slicked length of Shen Yu’s cock to Meng Yan, a silent gesture that her turn had come. Meng Yan offered a small, grateful smile to her "sister" before her focus narrowed entirely on the man before her. She began to stroke him, her eyes locked onto his golden orbs as she felt the weight of him, glistening with Lixue’s saliva and the trace of his own pre-cum.

She leaned in, lewdly licking the head of his cock, her eyes rolling back as she let out a needy moan. "Ahhh... I could never get tired of this taste."

With the grace of a predator, she began to lick him from head to base, her tongue swirling around the shaft to claim every drop. Once satisfied, she took him in, first the head, then the midsection, her throat widening to accommodate the monstrosity. Slowly, she began to move, her head bobbing in a steady, agonizingly deep rhythm that only grew in speed and intensity.

While Meng Yan was buried in her task, Lixue shifted her attention to the base, her fingers playing with Shen Yu’s balls. She watched with a voyeur’s intensity, her gaze fixed on the way Meng Yan’s elegant neck strained and rippled as Shen Yu’s length slid in and out of her throat.

"You know, Sister Yan," Lixue started, her voice airy and laced with a strange, dark excitement. "I heard exactly how Shen Yu conquered you."

Meng Yan’s gaze shifted from Shen Yu’s golden eyes to Lixue’s shimmering blue ones, her focus sharpening even as she continued her dedicated service. Her ears perked up at the confession, her throat working rhythmically as she processed the younger woman’s words.

"You know, at first, the idea of him taking another woman was bitter," Lixue admitted, her voice dropping into a sultry, confessional tone. "It was infuriating to even contemplate. I only tolerated it because I knew it was the key to his strength, that his meridians required the dual cultivation of many to be completely repaired. But there was always that lingering spark of resentment."

Lixue leaned closer, the heat radiating from her body becoming palpable. "But that changed the day he returned from giving you that first ’massage.’ I had just finished the sword drill when he arrived, so I went to hug him, and the moment I hugged him, I caught it, the scent of someone else. Your scent. It hit me like a physical blow, and before I could even process the jealousy, I was already wet."

She let out a soft, shuddering breath, her eyes turning hazy with a volatile mix of lust and adoration. "The thought of my fiancé, my king, dominating another woman of your stature... seeing him take what he wants and making her beg for it... it was too overwhelming to fight. And when he described the massage? When he showed me exactly how he broke your composure by doing those same things to me? Ahhhhh... it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced."

Shen Yu let out a low, dark chuckle. He had known Lixue was into this specific, submissive kink, but hearing her confess her voyeuristic hunger to Meng Yan was an unexpected delight.

Meng Yan’s eyes widened around him, her throat muscles tightening in shock, but the sensation only spurred Shen Yu on.

"So Sister Yan," Lixue whispered, her hand moving to the back of Meng Yan’s head. "Can you please... take my husband’s cock deeper. I want to see it stretch your throat open."

Lixue began to apply a firm, guiding pressure to the back of Meng Yan’s head. It wasn’t enough to force her, but it was a plea. Understanding that this was part of Lixue’s awakening desires, and hearing Shen Yu’s approving chuckle, Meng Yan didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned into the hand, opening her throat even wider as she allowed Lixue to help her take every last inch of him.

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