( Quick message: I was lazy today and didn't write chapter, and since none of you joined Discord or maybe you did, but didn't bother getting a role so, I decided no exclusive chapters on Discord and decided to drop these chapters here.

This is continuation from Chapter 59. You can re-read it. Also, i will fast forward the dao domain and start with Yang Kai, Zhao Yung's mother, after next chapter.

Yeah, next chapter will be very long, because I will end Dao domain. It might be nearly 9k+ words

Thanks )

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The Queen Consort stood before him, head bowed, her silken robes fluttering ever so slightly as if stirred by the breath of fate.

Zhao Fan's smile deepened, eyes gleaming like twin suns cloaked behind veils of storm.

"Very well," he said as his voice remained low and ancient, resonating with the authority of one who had broken countless heavens beneath his heel.

He stepped forward, fingers forming a Dao seal.

Unlike the simple imprint given to Ling'er, the Immortal master, or his other maids, it was a complex imprint.

The space around them shifted, heavy with incense and invisible laws.

The light dimmed as if the heavens held their breath.

"Close your eyes," he said, his breath grazing her temple.

"Bare your soul. Let your sea of consciousness open, and I shall plant within it a star that bears my name…"

She obeyed.

Within her mind, her sea of consciousness unfolded, a vast mirror lake under a skyless void, trembling as a shadow descended.

His presence pressed inward like thunder held in the shape of a man.

She gasped, knees trembling. It was not pain, it was an invasion made beautiful, a branding in silver flame.

His imprint brushed her core, his essence winding through her meridians like molten calligraphy.

A mark formed within her, intricate, coiling, burning with dominance, like a star with six horns.

It shimmered once, then sank into her soul.

Zhao Fan placed two fingers beneath her chin and raised her head.

"It is done," he said softly, "Now, wherever you walk, you carry this Zhao's mark in your spirit. Should any dare touch your Yin Garden without my permission…" He chuckled, slow and dangerous.

"They will find their Yang Rods wither to ash in their sleep…"

She exhaled, shivering.

Her legs could barely support her, and her breath trembled as though she had walked naked through a storm of gods.

She felt it now, his will within her, curled like a sleeping beast.

Not ownership in flesh alone but sovereignty etched into her destiny.

Zhao Fan stepped behind her, his hand sliding over her shoulder.

"The Queen consort belongs to me now by oath… worry not, this Zhao will fulfill his words,"

He leaned close, lips grazing her ear.

"And tonight, you shall fulfill your part of the pact…"

Her lips parted, but she did not speak. She nodded once like a flower bowing to a storm light, with red cheeks, burning with shame and shyness.

But hey, at least she now has a backing.

He summoned a jade sigil from the air. It glowed with pulsing warmth, then vanished into her body with a whisper of heat.

"This is a protection jade talisman that has been merged with your soul, a humble gift from this Zhao," He said while carrying her like a princess.

"Ah, someone else might see us…" She uttered in shame but Zhao simply shook his head.

"It's okay, this Zhao had sensed only a few people around here, and they can't see us,"

Woosh~

Their figure vanished from the garden.

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They arrived at the inner world of Zhao Fan.

He flicked a finger, and space itself warped.

The room shimmered, the chair and lacquered panels fading like mist, replaced by a luxury bed.

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"Now then… I wonder if Queen Consort is ready," He said as he leaned closer ready to kiss her cherry lips.

Mwhaaaa* Ummmmwaaa* Mmmm*

Their lips met in a kiss that was not rushed, not hungry, but deliberate, a seal, a claim, a storm wrapped in velvet.

Her breath caught as his lips molded against hers, warm and impossibly soft, yet commanding.

He tasted of rare wine and thunderclouds, of things old and unfathomable.

While kissing, he slowly pushed her to the bed, breaking the kiss.

Zhao Fan loomed above her, his eyes dark pools of ancient fire. He didn't speak yet, the weight of his gaze alone pinned her down more surely than chains ever could.

She couldn't help but turn left, face bright red, gasping for breaths.

Then he kissed her again, not wanting to give her any rest.

Fiercely.

A kiss not of affection but of authority…

His lips crashed against hers, and she gasped, her breath caught in the tide of him.

The gasp became a whimper, swallowed before it could escape, as his tongue invaded without hesitation.

Gods, his tongue.

It was like being claimed from the inside out, warm, slick, commanding. He didn't just kiss her.

He took her mouth, explored it, and owned it like a true man.

His tongue wrapped around hers, coaxing, then overpowering, a dance that quickly became a battle she never had a chance of winning.

Saliva slicked between their lips, a thin trail breaking when he pulled back just enough to let her breathe, then dove in again, deeper, hungrier.

Mmm*

She moaned into his mouth, helpless, overwhelmed.

Her limbs trembled beneath him, the soft silk of her robes doing nothing to hide how her body arched and strained toward him, the pool between her legs completely soaking her silk into dark.

Her thoughts scattered.

He tastes like power.

Like everything I shouldn't want and everything I can't resist.

Her heart thundered. Her sea of consciousness, so recently marked by him, now pulsed with the echo of his will.

The star he had planted burned hot and wild, and she could feel it responding and resonating with every stroke of his tongue, every breath he stole from her.

His hand slid behind her neck, fingers threading through her hair, angling her head to kiss her deeper and rougher.

Nnn… mmmmppp*

She whimpered again, her hands grasping at his robe, trying to anchor herself.

But there was no anchor, only him and only this.

He pulled her lower lip between his teeth, bit just enough to make her shudder, then licked it, slow and possessive, as if to remind her whom it now belonged to.

"You taste like honey," he murmured against her mouth, and she felt her soul tremble at the sound of his voice, gentle yet soaked in thunder.

Her lips were swollen, glistening. Her body burned, skin flushed from throat to wrist.

Inside, everything fluttered and ached.

Her core tightened, her breath shallow, her heart no longer her own.

A strong itch rose within her garden of yin, the jade lotus melting under the warm nectar.

Is this what it means to be claimed by a dragon among dragons, man among men?

When he kissed her again, she melted.

Not from weakness, but from surrender. Her pride, her fear, her armor, all softened under the weight of his domination.

Her legs shifted restlessly beneath him, knees brushing together before parting in a slow, instinctive motion.

One foot dragged across the sheets, heel pressing down as her toes curled tight, flexing and releasing with each breath stolen from her lips.

The muscles in her thighs tensed, then trembled, her calves twitching faintly, a silent, physical cry of surrender blooming through her limbs.

"Haah* haah* Haah*..." She took deep breaths, eyes dimly opened.

"I wonder how Queen Consort's jade mouth tastes lips… how about getting on your knees on the floor, and sucking my Dragon brother," He said as his clothes made from pure spiritual energy vanished under his snap, revealing his 10 cun length cock.

( 13 inches )

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She looked up at him, lips parted, cheeks burning like sunrise across snow.

How big…

Embarrassment warred with duty in her eyes, but she did not look away.

"If it pleases Young Master then this humble queen consort, will get on her knees,"

She whispered, her voice soft but unshaking as she slid from the bed, every movement filled with grace and tremor.

Heat bloomed on her chest, as she got on her knees, before him, inhaling the scent of his masculine Yang.

..

Her fingers reached out first, hesitant yet drawn, as though her hands knew what her pride dared not speak.

They hovered for a breathless second, then wrapped around him.

Warmth, weight and power pulsed against her palm like a second heartbeat.

She swallowed hard, her chest rose and fell, breath catching as if the air had thickened around her.

Leaning in, her soft, gentle lips parted on instinct more than thought.

A thread of sticky silver drooled from the corner of her mouth, slow and unwilling to break, trembling with anticipation, or perhaps reverence, coating the head of big dragon brother.

The tip of her tongue emerged, small and pink, flicking the air before making contact with his skin.

One slow, deliberate stroke that trailed like a whispered vow.

Her breath trembled, eyes half-lidded now, lashes low over the fire in her gaze. It was a kiss without name, a worship without words.

Her lips wrapped around him, the heat of her mouth enveloping the tip of his manhood, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Mmm…" She hummed softly, the vibration traveling through his skin, down to his core, as if she had somehow managed to caress him from the inside out, her mouth a velvet vice that pulsed and tightened in a slow, rhythmic dance.

Her head lowered inch by inch, taking more of him, her tongue painting a trail of wet heat along the underside of his manhood.

Zhao Fan's breath hitched.

It was raw and overwhelming, a sensation that seeped into his bones, into the marrow of his being.

He looked down at the woman kneeling before him, her lips stretched wide around his girth, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of effort and something else… something that looked almost like adoration.

Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing the picture of her full lips, her flushed cheeks, her half-closed eyes that reflected the flickering lights of the room.

He reached out, his large hand cradling her head gently, feeling the silky texture of her hair between his fingers. She moved her head slowly, her mouth working him with a diligence that bordered on reverence.

"Good girl…" The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them, a growl of approval that rumbled deep in his chest.

He felt her shudder at the sound of his voice, her body trembling slightly as she took him deeper, her throat opening up to him with a trust that he found both surprising and arousing.

His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements, setting a pace that was both torturously slow and utterly maddening.

"Mmm…" She hummed again, the sound vibrating through him, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.

He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her lips working him, her tongue swirling around him, her eyes locked on his as if seeking his approval.

And he did approve.

He approved very, very much.

Her mouth was a furnace, her tongue a flame that licked at his length, sending jolts of electricity through his body.

He could feel every inch of him being swallowed by her, enveloped in her heat, her wetness, her…

"mmm"

He groaned, a sound that was both tingling sensation and pleasure, as he felt himself throb within her, her teeth graved in his shaft with his release building up, a storm gathering on the horizon of his control.

His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer, forcing her to take more of him, to swallow him whole, to…

"How about using your mounds too… I can't help but want my Dragon to rest on big, soft mounds of Queen Consort,"

"Muwaaaaa~ If Young Master wishes… this one shall follow,"

With that, she inserted his Dao rod into her cleavage from the opening of her silk that she just created, and began to continue sucking.

Slurp* Slurp* slurp*

It felt wonderful, her soft jiggly chest mound and her warm mouth.

Within few minutes,

"Haaah!!!"

Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!

He came with a roar, his body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, his release filling her mouth, spilling over her lips, her chin.

He saw her eyes widen, her expression one of surprise, of shock, but also of something else… something that looked like acceptance, like surrender.

She swallowed, her throat working visibly as she took him in, all of him, every last drop, her eyes never leaving his, as if proving herself.

Her gaze locked on his as if she was afraid to miss even a moment of his pleasure.

Haah* Haah* Haah* haah*

And then, when he was spent, when the last wave of his release had ebbed away, she slowly pulled back, her lips sliding off him with a wet 'pop', her tongue giving him one last, lingering lick before she sat back on on the floor, her cushion stretched flat, her chest heaving, her breath coming in quick, short gasps.

"Did I… did I please you, Young Master?" She asked, her voice soft, her eyes still locked on his, her face a mask of vulnerability and hope.

He looked down at her, at the mess he had made of her, at the streaks of his release on her face, her lips, her chin, and felt a surge of possessiveness.

He reached down, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip, smearing his seed across her skin, marking her as his.

"You pleased me very much," he said, his voice low, his words a growl of approval.

She smiled then, a small, shy smile that lit up her face, that made her eyes sparkle in the candlelight.

"I'm glad," she said, her voice soft, her words barely above a whisper.

…

"Now, it's time for me to please you," he said, and with that, he pulled her back onto the bed, positioning her body to his liking as he spread her legs, revealing her most secret place.

Her clothes vanished into thin air.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and then, with one long, slow lick, he began to feast.

"How long has it been since the emperor ignored you…"

"Ah* Aah* Ah* ah*... 20 years… ahhh* ahhh* nnnngghhhhh! It's been 20 years since emperor ignored me,"

Her back arched, her hands clutching at the sheets, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps as he tasted her, as he devoured her, as he claimed her body as surely as he had claimed her soul.

Zhao Fan was a god among men.

He was the Demon reincarnation of the southern hills.

And now, he was the man who was conquering her body.

His tongue was a weapon, a tool of pleasure and pain, of dominance and submission.

He wielded it with precision, with skill, with a knowledge of her body that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He licked her, kissed her, sucked her, and she writhed beneath him, her body arching and twisting, her legs trembling, her toes curling into the sheets.

"Ah* Aah*… Young Master… ahhh*"

She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on, her body aching for more, for all of him.

And he gave it to her.

He gave her everything.

He gave her his tongue, even his fingers, his breath running the yin pearl.

He gave her his attention, his focus, his devotion. He gave her his all.

And she took it.

She took his tongue inside her garden, the spongy flesh clenching tight.

And she loved it, she loved every second of it.

She loved the way he made her feel. She loved the way he made her body sing. She loved the way he made her heart soar.

In this moment, she was his, and he was hers.

They were one, and nothing could ever change that.

"Ah* Aah*…"

Her voice rose and fell with the rhythm of his mouth on her body, her words a litany of his name, her body a symphony of pleasure.

"Ah* Aah*…"

She sang for him, her voice a song of love and lust, of need and desire.

"Ah* Aah*… ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

She came for him, her body shaking, her heart pounding, her soul soaring, reaching the pleasure breakthrough.

She also released her spring water.

Trickle! Trickle!

"Now then… Queen Consort, are you ready to become one with this Zhao?" He asked, as he got up.

"Y… yes Young Master…" She replied, her body trembling, her mind still dizzy.

Zhao Fan looked at her with a gentle smile.

Then he moved closer, and with a gentle force, he spread her legs apart, revealing the jade lotus between her legs.

He then gripped his Dragon brother and pressed his head to the entrance of her jade lotus, then with a swift motion, he entered her.

*Plop*

"Ahhhhh… so big… hnghhhhh," Her body jolted as she screamed.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

His yang Rod penetrated deeper into her yin hole as he moved back and forth, making her scream and moan loudly, her jade lotus dripping with her love honey as he fucked her hard.

"Ah* Aah* Young Master… please… ahhh, ah, nnn," She moaned, feeling his hot rod against her expanding flesh.

Zhao Fan smirked.

"Is my dragon brother better than the emperor or not?" he questioned as he thrust even harder, making her jade lotus make plop sounds as he pounded her yin garden.

The pleasure they felt was beyond words as they moved in tandem like two beasts making love.

"Ah* Aah*… yes! Yes!" She cried out, her hands gripping his forearms as he leaned closer… her nails digging into his skin.

"Your dragon is so much better than the emperor!"

Zhao Fan chuckled, low and dangerous. "Of course it is," he said, his voice dripping with confidence and arrogance.

"Ahh* Ahhh* Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh*"

She moaned, her body arching beneath his, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper.

"Yes, yes, yes…" she whispered, her words but a chant.

"You are a god, and I am yours, yours to do with as you please."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Good girl," he murmured, his words a reward, a praise. "You please me very much."

She shuddered, her body trembling with pleasure, with need, with a desire that bordered on madness.

"I'm glad, Young Master," she whispered, her voice breathy, her words laced with desire. "ahh, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh… but I want to please you moreeee… heuckkk* Ahh, ah, ah, ah, ahhh*"

He pulled back, his eyes dark, his gaze intense. "And you do," he said, his voice low, husky.

"You please me more than any woman ever has,"

He wasn't lying, in this life, currently she was the best, as he has yet to meet the flesh of Ling'er or other supposed female leads.

She smiled then, a small, shy smile, a smile that was both vulnerable and strong. "I'm glad," she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

He moved then, his body shifting, his cock sliding out of her, leaving her feeling empty, wanting.

But before she could protest, he had her on her hands and knees, her body arched, her backside in the air, her legs spread wide.

She was surprised to see how effortlessly he controlled her body.

He moved behind her, his cock hard, throbbing, pressing against her entrance once more. "I'm going to take you now," he growled, his voice rough and his words were like law.

"Nmmm"

She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation, with desire.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Yes, Young Master, please, please take me."

He thrust into her then, his cock burying deep, filling her completely, her body stretching to accommodate him, her flesh yielding to his.

"Ah* Aah* ahh* Mmm…" She cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain, her body arching, her backside pushing back against him, taking him deeper.

He began to move then, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her, each stroke long and deep, each thrust hitting her in all the right places. "Ah* Aah*… oh yes, oh yes," she moaned, her body moving with his, her hips swaying, her backside slapping against him, until she finally received another pleasure breakthrough.

"hnnghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

She orgasmed but didn't release her spring water yet the nectar was still dripping from within, keeping her flesh slippery.

"Ahh, ah, ah, ahhh* ahhh* Young Masterrrr…"

She moaned, after that, they made love in different positions.

He laid down while she began to move.

"ah* ah* anghhh* ah, ah, hnnggghh* ah* ah*"

"Ahhh, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh* young masterrrrr*"

She came again and again, and again.

After that, they once again changed position, back to pinning her, and lifting her legs.

"Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh* Ahhh* ahhh* you can finish it on me… ahhh* ahh* let my womb bathe in your essence,"

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, i want to feel your essence,"

"Ahh* Ahhh* no*.... Nnnnnghhhhhhh!" She received another breakthrough in pleasure threshold, her eyes rolled up, tongue out.

"Good! Take it all…." He roared, slamming deep into her and releasing his essence.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

"haaah* Haah* ahhhhhh… so warm, Young Masterrrrr…. Ahhh, don't betray me,"

"Nice… how about spreading your jade lotus and letting me see…"

"Umm she nodded,"

She spread her jade lotus, while she took deep breaths, unknown that his seeds were washing away.

With that, she finally passed out, sleeping comfortably feeling the wramth of Young Master Zhao.