The Cuckold’s Lush Estate (Fan Edition)

Seeing that although Ying'er's legs were parted, her body remained taut as stone, clearly filled with extreme fear of the impending invasion. I knew there was one last step… to let her physiologically… slightly adapt to that inhuman size, perhaps reducing her pain during defloration… Of course, more importantly, this process itself was a supreme visual enjoyment and psychological stimulation for me!

"Zaha!" I commanded the owner of that black cock, which was almost bursting through his crotch at the foot of the bed, "Madam's slutty cunt is very precious! Going straight in with your thick, hard black dick might injure Madam! First, use your fingers! Give her a good digging and poking for me! Let Madam get a feel beforehand just how formidable your thing is!"

"Yes! Master!" Zaha's eyes erupted with an even more fervent light! Using his fingers to poke and dig into the mistress's slutty cunt! This was simply a greater favor than licking it! He quickly knelt forward two steps, leaned to the edge of the bed, lifted his thick, dark, large hand, which might even have dirt in its nail crevices, and extended it towards Li Ying's legs, towards that wet, slutty cunt, already smeared with crimson fake blood!

"Ah!" When that rough, foreign-smelling finger touched her most private cunt flesh, Ying'er let out a short shriek as if branded by a hot iron! Her body suddenly stiffened upwards! Wanting to dodge!

But I held her hand tightly, stopping her resistance with my gaze. She gave me a desperate look, finally abandoning her resistance, collapsing onto the bed in resignation, allowing that black, large hand, symbolizing invasion and defilement, to ravage between her legs!

Zaha's fingers were merciless! He first used two fingers to roughly pull apart her slightly swollen labia, revealing the even more delicate, pink, and slippery cunt flesh inside, and the tightly closed virgin orifice that had never truly been opened! Then, he tentatively and slowly pushed a thick finger inside!

"Uh… mm…" Ying'er let out a pained grunt! Her body tensed up again! That virgin cunt, which had never been penetrated by a foreign object, was so tight! Even though I had licked it until lustful fluid overflowed, Zaha's finger still entered with great difficulty!

Zaha seemed to feel that astonishing tightness, a flicker of surprise and even more excited light flashing in his eyes! He let out a low growl, and forcefully thrust his finger inward! Finally breaking through that slippery obstruction, successfully inserting one finger into Ying'er's slutty cunt!

"Ah—! It hurts..." Ying'er finally couldn't help but cry out in pain! Tears surged out again! The feeling of being forcibly stretched open by a foreign object was so alien and agonizing! She gripped my hand tightly, her nails practically digging into my flesh!

Zaha, however, paid no mind, even finding this tightness made him more excited! He then inserted a second finger! Two thick black fingers frantically dug, stirred, and expanded inside Ying'er's narrow, slutty cunt like stirring sticks! Mimicking the thrusting motion of a cock! He even repeatedly rubbed her already swollen clitoris with his thumb!

"Wuwu... mmm ah... stop... stop digging... mmm... it hurts so much... ah... it's... it's going to break... wuwu..." Ying'er completely broke down! Pain, shame, and that irresistible, forcibly induced pleasure intertwined! Making her body undulate like waves! Lustful fluid, mixed with the scarlet fake blood, constantly overflowed from between her legs, soaking a patch of the bedsheet! Emitting a "goo-gee goo-gee" sound of lewd wetness!

Watching her slutty display, with lustful fluid streaming and wanton moans echoing from the black slave's fingers! My dick grew three parts harder! Jealousy and excitement made me almost frantic!

"Alright! Stop!" Feeling it was just about right, I sharply ordered Zaha to halt. If I let him keep digging, I was afraid Ying'er would genuinely get hurt.

Zaha reluctantly withdrew his fingers, which were covered in Ying'er's lustful fluid and red fake blood. He even put them under his nose to sniff, a look of intoxication on his face.

"Your cock! Aim it at Madam's slutty cunt! Press it against it for me!" I ordered again, my voice trembling slightly from excitement.

A frenzied gleam erupted in Zaha's eyes, like before a final charge! He shifted his knees forward, adjusted his posture, then thrust his hips, slowly, with immense oppressive force, pressing that monstrous, terrifying big black cock, stained with his own semen and Ying'er's lustful fluid, against the entrance of Ying'er's swollen, red, and dripping (a mix of real and fake blood) slutty cunt!

The enormous, purplish-black glans! And that delicate, pink, blood-stained cunt flesh! Formed the most shocking, tragic, and lewd contrast! Like a black python about to swallow a delicate flower!

"Ah—!" Merely the contact of the glans made Ying'er shriek again, full of terror! Her body tensed like a drawn bow! Her legs instinctively tried to close and clamp together, but I held them down firmly! She gripped my hand tightly, her nails digging deep into my flesh, as if grasping at a last straw! Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated with extreme fear, staring fixedly at the black weapon pressed against her slutty cunt's opening!

"Ying'er... my good Ying'er... don't be afraid... relax..." I forced down the ecstasy and jealousy in my heart, comforting her softly in her ear, my voice trembling uncontrollably, "Look... it's right here... your fated... 'husband'... open your legs... welcome it... just like... just like you welcome me... no... be more proactive... more passionate... than you are for me..."

I held her hand, gently kissing it at my lips, trying to impart a trace of "courage" and "strength" to her (in reality, it was an anesthetic to make her completely abandon resistance).

"For me... Ying'er... open your slutty cunt... let it in... let it... replace me... make you a real woman..."

Ying'er's breathing grew more rapid, her chest heaving violently! She looked at the frantic expectation in my eyes, then at the monstrous black cock pressed between her legs... Tears surged out like a broken dam! But as she tightly gripped my hand, under my guidance, she seemed... she truly seemed to be trying... to relax her body... even... that tightly closed slutty cunt, stained red with fake blood... also trembled slightly... as if silently... inviting the monstrous object's entry?!

Now!

My heart pounded wildly! Blood surged through my veins like molten lava! I stared intently at the shocking point of contact, and to Zaha, with all my strength, I roared out that long-awaited command:

"Zaha! For me! Fuck her in!!"

"Roar—!!!" Zaha, like a beast granted clemency, let out an excited roar! His arm muscles bulged! His waist plunged forward fiercely! That big black cock, already insatiably hungry, having gathered all his desire and strength! Like a red-hot iron pestle! Violently! Towards that delicate, slutty cunt, symbolizing chastity and taboo, now drenched in scarlet! It slammed in!

"SQUELCH—!!!"

A ripping sound, far more muffled and heart-stopping than when the fingers entered, echoed!

"Ah————————!!!!!"

Li Ying let out an extremely shrill scream that almost pierced ear-drums! Her body jolted violently upward as if struck by a giant hammer! Her legs kicked furiously! Trying to push the intruder away! But Zaha's strong body pressed her down like a mountain! And I held her legs down firmly! Leaving her nowhere to escape!

Her nails dug deep into the back of my hand! Bringing a sharp, stinging pain!

But I seemed to feel no pain at all! All my senses! All my attention! Were focused on the brutal and sacred "de-flowering" ritual unfolding before my eyes!

I saw it! Zaha's enormous, purplish-black glans! Had completely submerged into Ying'er's slutty cunt! Forcibly stretching open the previously tight orifice! Crimson, viscous, genuine virgin blood! Gushed out instantly from the torn cunt opening! Completely covering and washing away the previously applied fake blood! Staining the black cock red! Staining the black pubic hair red! Staining the snow-white upper thighs red! Even staining the bedsheet beneath! Creating an incredibly bloody, incredibly lewd, yet cruelly beautiful scene!

Had Ying'er fainted from the pain, or was she still continuously letting out shrill, unharmonious screams? I couldn't tell! Her body trembled violently, convulsing! Tears, snot, and saliva mixed together, making her beautiful face a complete mess! This was no longer the noble and dignified young lady of a prominent family! She was clearly a pathetic whore ravaged by a beast!

And I! I, her husband, who personally sent her to hell! Amidst her screams! In the pool of blood from her defloration! Felt an unprecedented, ultimate excitement and satisfaction! My cock shamefully hardened again! Even harder and hotter than any time before!

Zaha was clearly stimulated by this unprecedented tightness of tearing open a virgin cunt! He let out a sigh of contentment, his massive black cock seeming to tremble slightly, savoring this hard-won conquest!

"Move... move, you dog slave..." I looked at the black cock that had fully entered Ying'er's body, and commanded hoarsely, "What are you waiting for?! Start fucking! Fuck her hard for me! But... gently at first! Don't... don't break Madam..."

"Yes... Master..." Zaha responded, panting, then slowly and tentatively began thrusting... inside that tight, slippery, virgin-blood-drenched slutty cunt...

Every shallow entry and withdrawal was accompanied by Ying'er's painful moans and body trembling. Her slutty cunt was truly too tight! Every movement of that enormous black cock felt like cutting flesh with a dull knife! Bringing her unspeakable pain and a tearing sensation!

"Wuwu... it hurts... it hurts so much... Husband... take it out... quickly make him take it out... wuwu..." She cried out, desperately trying to struggle, but her body was firmly held down by Zaha, and I still tightly held her hand, coldly enjoying her pain and helplessness after being deflowered.

Zaha also seemed to sense her pain, maintaining a degree of restraint in his movements, only slowly, entering shallowly and withdrawing, letting the massive black cock gradually adapt to the uninitiated tightness and wetness inside her, and at the same time, allowing Ying'er's body to gradually adapt to the pain of being forcibly stretched open and torn...

Time passed little by little... Ying'er's cries gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs and heavy panting. Her body no longer resisted stiffly as it did at first, but began to subtly undulate with Zaha's thrusts. The pain seemed to continue, but a more unfamiliar, more intense, electric-like tingling sensation slowly began to spread from deep within her stretched and rubbed slutty cunt...

Her brow remained tightly furrowed, and tear tracks still streaked her face, but in her hazy gaze, there was no longer just pain and fear; it seemed... there was also a hint of... confusion? Blankness? Or even... some strange feeling she herself couldn't comprehend?

I keenly caught this subtle change in her! I knew! Pleasure... the pleasure of being fucked by the giant cock... had finally begun to sprout within her!

"Zaha!" A flicker of excitement flashed in my eyes as I commanded the black slave, who was still thrusting cautiously, "It seems Madam has adapted! For me! Speed up! Fuck her hard! Let Madam truly experience! The might of your black cock!"

"Yes! Master!" Zaha had been waiting for this command for a long time! He let out an excited grunt, his waist muscles tensing fiercely! That black giant cock, which had been slowly grinding, instantly transformed into a raging pile driver! Beginning to thrust and pound wildly inside Ying'er's delicate, tight, and blood-drenched virgin cunt!

"Ahhh—!!!" The sudden, ferocious impact! Made Ying'er, who had just adapted a little to the pain, shriek sharply again! But this time! Her screams no longer seemed to contain only pain! They also carried a kind of... a perverted pleasure... that even she found unfamiliar... of being violently fucked dry by a huge cock?!

Her body trembled and shook violently like a leaf in the wind! Her snow-white buttocks smacked loudly with each impact! Her two thighs, clad in black crotchless stockings, were spread even wider! Her entire being was pinned to the bed by that black giant cock! Forced to endure the violent, storm-like fucking!

"Mmm... ah... slow... slower... ah... too... too big... mmm ah... pushing... pushing deep inside... wuwu... Husband... so... so strange... inside... it hurts... and... and itches... mmm ah..." Her words became confused! Intermittent! Filled with contradictory emotions! Crying out about the pain and how big it was on one hand! While her body involuntarily welcomed Zaha's thrusts on the other! Even in the pauses between thrusts, she let out seductive moans like a kitten!

"It's... nothing like your... little dick... mmm ah... this one... this one is so thick and hard... it's fucking this servant... until I'm... almost... falling apart... wuwu... Husband... you... you bad guy... it's all you... mmm ah..." As she endured the giant cock's ravaging, she didn't forget to turn her head, looking at me with those watery, complex eyes filled with tears, shame, pain, pleasure, and a hint of complaint! As if accusing me of my "crime"! And yet, as if seeking one last reliance from me!

And I! Listening to her compare my dick with Zaha's! Watching her slutty display, with lustful fluid gushing and wanton cries ceaseless from being fucked by the black cock! I felt my own semen about to spurt out uncontrollably!

This long-awaited defloration ceremony... had only just begun! And it had already thrilled me to the depths of my soul!

Ying'er's screams gradually gave way to intermittent, seductive moans. Her tightly closed, tear-filled eyes also opened slightly, her gaze unfocused and hazy, seemingly struggling and sinking between extreme pain and nascent pleasure. She gripped my hand tightly, as if it were her only piece of driftwood in a raging storm.

Watching her, both in pain and seemingly beginning to feel a strange pleasure, I knew that pure pain could no longer fully cover the intense stimulation brought by being violently fucked dry by the giant cock! It was time... to let her taste this forbidden "joy" more clearly!

"Zaha! Slow down!" I suppressed the excitement in my heart, commanding the black slave who was still furiously thrusting, "Don't just keep fucking hard! Pull out a little for me! Use your glans! Yes! That big, black glans! Grind it hard for me on Madam's slutty cunt entrance and that slutty bean! Grind until Madam is wet!"

"Yes! Master!" Although Zaha was still a bit reluctant to stop, he immediately obediently slowed down, slowly withdrawing most of that black giant cock, which was covered in blood and lustful fluid, leaving only the enormous, purplish-black glans near Ying'er's torn, swollen, and slutty cunt opening.

Then, he began to follow my command, using that enormous, hot, wrinkled glans to slowly yet oppressively grind in that already muddy, blood-stained area!

"Mmm~~~ah~~~"

Unlike the shrill screams from the violent impacts before, this time, Ying'er's mouth let out a more prolonged, more soul-stirring moan! The scorching heat and rough texture from the giant glans precisely ground over her already swollen and extremely sensitive clitoris! Every grind felt like countless tiny electric currents shooting through her entire body! Making her uncontrollably arch her waist, trembling all over!

The glans also occasionally pressed and rubbed against her red, torn cunt entrance's tender flesh, bringing waves of pain and itchiness, an unspeakable strange sensation! Her body, initially tensed from extreme pain, now involuntarily relaxed and opened under a more direct, more intense onslaught of pleasure, even... beginning to anticipate a deeper, more violent invasion!

"Ah... Husband... mmm... there... no... mmm ah... so... so itchy... and... and a little painful... wuwu... Zaha... you... you be gentler..." Her words were still jumbled and contradictory, but her increasingly high-pitched, sweeter moans, along with her continuously writhing waist and surging lustful fluid, betrayed her body's truest sensations!

The pain lingered, but pleasure... the intense pleasure of having her clitoris and cunt entrance repeatedly rubbed by the giant foreign object... had already begun to furiously grow and spread within her like a vine!

"Excellent! Just like that!" I licked my lips in excitement as I saw her reaction, "It seems Madam really likes this feeling! Zaha! Keep grinding! Grind hard for me! Grind out all of Madam's slutty fluid!"

Encouraged, Zaha worked even harder! The massive glans, like a red-hot millstone, repeatedly pressed, rotated, and thrust upon that delicate flesh! Ying'er's moans grew higher-pitched and more lewd! Her body trembled more violently! It looked as though she was about to be sent directly to orgasm by this crude grinding!

But I couldn't let her finish so quickly! This feast had to have more variety!

"Enough! Change position!" I ordered again, "Zaha, pull out for me! Madam! Turn over for me! Stick up your slutty ass! Let your husband get a good look! At how you're being fucked from behind by this black cock!"

Zaha reluctantly withdrew the enormous glans from Ying'er's slippery, muddy slutty cunt opening. Ying'er, in extreme shame and confusion, was half-forced by me to turn over, getting into a doggy style position with her hands on the bed and her plump buttocks highly raised!

This position left her rounded buttocks, clad in crotchless black stockings, and that slutty cunt, which had just been ravaged and was now continuously dripping blood and lustful fluid, completely exposed to Zaha and me! The visual impact was simply unparalleled!

"Hus... Husband..." Ying'er buried her face in the pillow in shame, her voice tearful and trembling.

"Lift your head! Look at me!" I walked to the edge of the bed, crouched down to meet her gaze, then reached out and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me. At the same time, I extended my hands, intertwining my fingers with her delicate ones, which had black nail art, holding them tightly together!

"Ying'er... look at me... hold my hand tightly..." My voice was full of tenderness and love (as well as pathological possessiveness), "Remember... no matter who fucks your body... your heart... will always be mine... your husband will always be here... with you..."

Ying'er looked at the familiar tenderness in my eyes and felt the firm strength coming from her hand. The fear and shame in her heart seemed to be diluted somewhat, replaced by a strange sense of reassurance and... an even stronger dependence! As if just holding my hand and looking into my eyes made the impending, even more violent invasion from behind... not so terrifying anymore?

"Mmm... Husband..." She nodded, her eyes glistening with tears, and squeezed my hand back firmly, her gaze filled with boundless attachment to me and... a hint of resolute courage.

Watching her in this state, both fragile and brave, love surged in my heart! This was my Ying'er! For me, she could endure anything! She could give everything!

I couldn't help but lower my head and press a deep, loving kiss on her lips, which were damp with tears and sweat. Her lips were cold and soft, with a faint taste of blood (perhaps she bit her lip earlier?).

"Ying'er..." I whispered by her lips, my voice hoarse and full of possessiveness, "Remember... this kiss... only your husband can give you... that dog slave Zaha... his black cock... can only fuck your slutty cunt... never... ever think of touching your mouth..."

Ying'er trembled all over! Seemingly impacted by the strong contrast and possessive meaning brought by my words! She looked into my eyes, so close, felt the warm touch on her lips, and then thought of the terrifying cock that was about to re-enter her body from behind... Finally, she closed her eyes, with an almost tragic submission, softly murmured "Mmm," signifying her agreement to my domineering and humiliating "rule."

Seeing her agree, the last trace of apprehension in my heart vanished! I released her lips, licked away the lingering taste of her from the corner of my mouth, then raised my head and, facing the black giant cock that was already poised behind us, issued the final command with a voice full of excitement and anticipation:

"Zaha! From behind! For me! Fuck her in hard! Let Madam truly feel! What the fuck! A real man's dick is like!!"

Upon hearing my command, a wilder glint erupted in Zaha's bloodshot eyes, burning with extreme excitement! He let out a beast-like grunt, his waist muscles instantly tensing, and that black giant cock, already buried deep within Ying'er, like an awakened python, began a new round of even more ferocious impacts!

This time, he had no restraint or gentleness whatsoever! Each thrust used all his strength! The massive glans, with an aura of destruction, violently slammed towards that delicate cervix, which had never been treated this way before! While the thick, long cock shaft furiously churned, ground, and expanded within that tight, slippery, virgin-blood-drenched cunt canal! As if to completely fuck this noble body apart, to thoroughly ripen it, molding it into a shape belonging only to his black cock!

"Ahh—!! It's… it's hitting the very bottom! Ungh… I'm… I'm going to break… Whimper…" Ying'er once again let out a shrill scream! The rear-entry position allowed that black cock to penetrate deeply without any obstruction, every heavy thrust seemingly hitting directly against the deepest part of her uterus! Bringing waves of intense pain that made her soul tremble and an unspeakable sensation of aching fullness! Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly, her knuckles turning white! Her body was like a fish nailed to a chopping board, only able to violently shake and undulate with the wild thrusts!

I squatted before the bed, tightly holding her small hand, which was cold from pain and fear, clearly seeing her body constantly thrusting forward due to the violent impacts, seeing her pair of plump, snow-white breasts, fully exposed in the crotchless black stockings, violently shaking and trembling like ripe fruit, and could even see her two crimson nipples already hard as stone! Her jade feet, adorned with white peep-toe high heels, due to the intertwining of extreme pain and pleasure, sometimes tensed straight, toes curled, and other times weakly kicked at the bedsheet, the black anklet on her ankle jingled softly with her movements, as if accompanying this lewd and cruel copulation!

Zaha seemed to be completely ignited by Ying'er's tight, slippery virgin cunt! He was completely immersed in this frenzy of conquest and fucking! At first, he still remembered my command, only thrusting violently. But gradually, his movements became rougher and more primal! His dark, rough hands were no longer content with just supporting his body, and began uncontrollably kneading Ying'er's pair of snow-white breasts that violently swayed with each thrust! His fingers roughly twisted and pulled at the already erect nipples!

"Ugh! Ah… don't… don't touch there…" Ying'er let out a cry of alarm! The sensitivity in her chest sent another violent spasm through her body!

But this seemed to further incite Zaha's beastly nature! His other hand fell directly, with a sharp "smack!", fiercely slapping Ying'er's high-arched, round buttocks, exposed in the crotchless black stockings! Leaving a clear red mark!

"Ahh—!" This loud slap seemed to completely stun Ying'er! She looked back at Zaha in disbelief, her eyes filled with shame and indignation, and humiliation! But even more… it seemed to be a numbness and reckless resignation after being completely conquered and utterly ravaged?

And I, watched all of this unfold before my eyes! Watching Ying'er being fiercely fucked from behind by the black slave like a bitch! Her breasts kneaded! Her butt slapped! The excitement and satisfaction in my heart also reached an unprecedented peak! I did nothing, not even bothering with my small cock, which was hard with excitement, simply holding her hand tightly, and in a tone mixed with pity, love, cruelty, and frenzy, I continuously whispered in her ear:

"Ying'er… my good Ying'er… Look… this is a real man… a real cock… See how good it can fuck you… how wanton it can make you…"

"Your husband loves you so much… that he's willing… willing to let this black slave open up your sluttiest cunt… to help you become a real woman…"

"Do you feel it, Ying'er…? That tearing pain… that filling sensation… that pleasure from being fiercely fucked… All of this… your husband gives you… All of this is your husband's… deepest love for you…"

My words were like poison, continuously eroding her already precarious reason and sense of shame. She gripped my hand back tightly, her eyes unfocused as she looked at me, as if only in my voice could she find a shred of support, enabling her to endure the storm-like impacts from behind.

Zaha's movements became faster and faster! More and more forceful! Every thrust seemed to fully penetrate his entire giant dick into the deepest part of Ying'er's body! His breathing became incredibly heavy, like an old, broken bellows! Veins bulged on his forehead, sweat streamed down his dark cheeks like small rivulets, dripping onto Ying'er's snow-white back and buttocks! He seemed to have completely forgotten his status as a slave, knowing only to frantically vent his desires! Wishing he could immediately fill the noble and beautiful mistress's uterus with his scalding semen! And make her conceive his bastard child!

"Ah… ah… I'm… I'm going to… ungh… Husband… your servant… your servant feels like… I'm… I'm going to pee…" Ying'er's moans became broken, tinged with a crying tone and trembling from being on the verge of orgasm! Her body was violently convulsing! Her cunt opening became even tighter due to the contractions of orgasm! Tightly strangling the black cock that was still wildly thrusting!

At the same time! Zaha also let out an even wilder roar! His thrusting speed reached its peak! The muscles at the base of his black cock violently throbbed! Clearly! He was about to ejaculate too!

At this critical juncture! Ying'er suddenly seemed to awaken from that overwhelming pleasure and the fear of imminent internal ejaculation! She abruptly turned her head, looking at the black face twisted by lust behind her, and with all her strength, issued a sharp and urgent command:

"Pull… pull it out! Pull it out quickly! Don't cum inside!!"

Zaha was on the verge of ejaculation, his mind a blank, how could he still hear her words! His waist was still thrusting wildly, his massive glans fiercely pounding against Ying'er's cervix! Seeing that the scalding semen was about to burst forth!

"Dog slave! Didn't you hear the Madam?! Pull it out for me!!" My stern shout resonated like a thunderclap! Although I deeply craved to see Ying'er internally ejaculated by the black slave! Ying'er's command was more important! Moreover, I couldn't let this slave succeed too easily!

My command seemed more effective than Ying'er's screams! Zaha's mind, clouded by lust, instantly cleared a fraction! A strong will to survive made him forcefully halt the semen that was about to gush out! He let out a pained and unwilling roar, violently pulling his large, scalding hard black cock! Out of Ying'er's tight, blood-soaked slutty cunt! Pulled it out with force!

*Squish—!*

Accompanied by a loud *plop* and a sticky, wet sound of withdrawal! And Ying'er's sigh of relief! Zaha's thick black cock finally left her body!

However! Desire that had already reached the brink of ejaculation! How could it be so easily suppressed?!

The moment the cock was pulled out! Zaha could no longer control himself!

"Urghh ahh ahh—!!!"

He let out a deafening roar to the heavens! The massive glans that had just escaped the confines of the cunt hole! Like a fire hose! Violently spurted out incredibly thick, scalding, milky-white semen with a strong, rank odor!

Due to the extremely close proximity! And the perfect angle! The semen, surging like lava! Most of it violently splattered onto Ying'er's snow-white buttocks, which were high-arched from the rear-entry position and encased in crotchless black pantyhose! While some of it splashed onto her smooth back, and even onto the bedsheet!

Milky-white, thick, and rank-smelling semen! Covered her snow-white buttocks! Ran down her smooth back! Intertwined with the black, nearly transparent crotchless silk stockings! And the bloodstains from her defloration! Woven together! Forming a scene that was lewd, filthy, yet full of visual impact!

Ying'er felt the warm, sticky sensation on her buttocks and back, and the strong, pungent smell of semen in the air, her entire body stiffened! She slowly turned her head, looking at the messy white discharge behind her, an indescribable expression appeared on her face—there was disgust, disdain, and shame and indignation, but even more… it seemed to be a sense of relief after surviving a catastrophe (not being internally ejaculated) and… the bewildered aftermath of escaping disaster?

As for Zaha, after his frenzied ejaculation, he finally collapsed to the ground as if from exhaustion, his large black cock quickly shrinking, hanging limply, still stained with Ying'er's virgin blood and lustful fluids…

Looking at Zaha, sprawled on the ground as if he had just crawled back from hell, and then at the messy bed, and Ying'er, lying in the blood and semen, her body still trembling slightly, the fervent excitement that had surged within me from witnessing the defloration, was gradually replaced by a tender affection mixed with pity, possessiveness, and a strange sense of satisfaction.

The goal had been achieved, and this slave was an eyesore staying here.

"Get out." I commanded Zaha, my voice icy and devoid of emotion. I didn't even bother to give him another glance.

"Yes… yes! Master!" Zaha scrambled as if he had heard a divine decree, picking up his pants from the floor, haphazardly pulling them on, then, without daring to lift his head, he almost used all four limbs to retreat from the bedroom, not forgetting to carefully close the door behind him before leaving.

Only Ying'er and I remained in the room. The heavy, rank and bloody smell pervading the air, silently recounted everything that had just happened.

I gently climbed onto the bed, reaching Ying'er's side, carefully drawing her body, which was damp with sweat, slightly cool, and still trembling faintly, into my embrace. She stiffened abruptly, like a startled fawn, then seemed to recognize my scent and slowly relaxed, burying her face deep into my chest, letting out suppressed sobs, like a whimpering small animal.

"Woo… woo woo woo…" She cried so sadly, so aggrieved, as if pouring out all the fear, pain, humiliation, and bewilderment she had just experienced.

"There, there… Ying'er… it's alright… it's all over now…" I gently patted her smooth, bare back (still sticky with Zaha's semen), softly comforting her, my voice filled with infinite pity and… a barely perceptible, morbid satisfaction.

"Your husband is here… your husband is right here…" I held her even tighter, letting her feel my body warmth and heartbeat, "Don't be scared… don't be scared… with your husband here, no one can bully you again…"

She cried in my arms for a long time, until her sobs gradually turned into intermittent whimpers. I could feel her physical exhaustion and mental daze. After being fiercely deflowered and wildly fucked by such a terrifying cock for so long, it would be strange if she didn't collapse.

But I knew this was the best time to comfort her and solidify my mental control over her.

I gently lifted her pear-blossom-bathed-in-rain face, looking at her swollen eyes, filled with fright and grievance, my heart surged with endless pity and affection (and possessiveness). "Ying'er… my good Ying'er… Look at your husband…"

She confusedly lifted her tear-filled eyes, her gaze unfocused as she looked at me.

I lowered my head, gently wiping away the tear stains on her cheeks with my fingers, my movements as tender as if I were cherishing a priceless treasure. "Does it still hurt?"

She subconsciously recoiled slightly, seemingly disturbing the wound below, her small face paled a bit more, but she still gently shook her head, then nodded, finally just weakly leaning against me, her voice hoarse as she uttered a few words: "It hurts… but… it doesn't hurt anymore…"

I knew what she meant. The intense physical pain might still be ongoing, but after enduring such extreme impact and mental daze, the sensation of pain seemed to have become somewhat numb.

"Foolish one…" I tenderly kissed her forehead, "Your husband knows you've been wronged… It's all your husband's fault… Your husband is useless…"

As I spoke, I began to comfort her even more intimately. My palm gently caressed her smooth back, feeling the sticky semen of another man adhering to it, a strange excitement surged within me. My other hand quietly reached her chest, through the black silk stocking that was already somewhat distorted from being pulled, gently cupping her soft breasts, which had become unusually plump and even slightly red and swollen from the intense lovemaking.

"Mmm…" She let out a sensitive hum, her body trembled slightly, but she didn't resist, instead, like a kitten seeking comfort, she nestled even closer in my embrace.

I felt the astonishing elasticity and softness in my palm, my fingertips gently kneading and playing with the already erect nipple, feeling its throbbing between my fingers. "Ying'er… Do you blame your husband? Blame your husband for letting you… be by that black slave…"

She was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head, her voice thick with nasal tones and dependence: "No… I don't blame you… your servant knows… your husband is… is doing this for your servant's own good…" (Although she probably didn't truly understand this twisted "good," under my long-term brainwashing and in her current vulnerable state, she could only believe it.)

"Good Ying'er… your husband knew you understood me best…" A warm current and an even stronger surge of love (possessiveness) rose within me, I lowered my head and deeply kissed her soft, cool lips, which still carried a hint of blood.

Unlike the superficial comfort before, this time, my kiss was exceptionally passionate and aggressive. My tongue pried open her pearly teeth, entered her warm, wet mouth, entangling with her small tongue, which trembled slightly from fright and gasping, drawing out her saliva, as if to pour my breath, my will, my twisted love, all into the depths of her soul.

"Mmm… ungh…" She was resistant and stiff at first, but soon softened under my domineering yet gentle assault. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, clumsily and dependently responding to my kiss, her hands weakly circling my neck.

The kiss lasted a long time, until we both ran out of breath and separated. A glistening thread of saliva connected our lips, ambiguous and erotic.

"Ying'er…" I looked at her cheeks, flushed from lack of oxygen and arousal, at her watery eyes, full of confusion and dependence, my voice hoarse and magnetic, "Remember this feeling… remember your husband's kiss… Only your husband… can kiss you like this… That black slave… he can only… ever fuck your slutty cunt… Understand?" I emphasized this "exclusive right" again, deepening her unique reliance on me.

"Mmm…" She nodded dazedly, her gaze unfocused, seemingly not yet fully recovered from the recent shock and the deep kiss.

Seeing her so fragile, confused, and utterly dependent on me, an even bolder thought, one that perfectly matched my current mood, surged forth.

"Ying'er…" My hand was still kneading her chest, my voice grew deeper, filled with an unspeakable longing, "Just now… your husband saw you being fucked by that black cock… your husband also… also got hard…"

Her body stiffened again, as if she anticipated what I was about to say, a faint flicker of panic and resistance crossed her eyes.

"Your husband… your husband also wants to… go inside…" I leaned close to her ear, my hot breath caressing her sensitive earlobe, my voice full of pleading and temptation, "Just once… okay? Let your husband… feel it… feel what your slutty cunt… feels like after being stretched open by that black cock… Let your husband… cum… inside… to prove… you're still your husband's…"

"No… don't… Husband…" She finally reacted, her face drained of color, shaking her head frantically, her voice a whimper, "It… it hurts so much there… just now… woo woo… and… it's too… too big…" She had clearly misunderstood, thinking my "go inside" still referred to Zaha.

"Not him! It's that goddamn dog slave!" I quickly explained, my tone tinged with annoyed misunderstanding and urgency, "It's your husband! It's your husband's small cock! It… it also wants to go inside… to feel… your inside…"

Ying'er froze, seemingly not understanding what I meant. She looked at me blankly, then subconsciously lowered her gaze to the mess between her legs (though it was covered by the quilt), seemingly comparing the terrifying size difference between Zaha's and mine.

"But… but your husband's…" She hesitated, seemingly wanting to say "too small," but out of consideration for my feelings, she didn't voice it.

"I know! I know your husband's small cock is useless!" I preemptively self-deprecatingly said, a hint of bitterness and pleading on my face, "But… but precisely because it's useless… that's why I want even more… to feel it… to feel what a slutty cunt opened by a real man… tastes like…"

"Ying'er… just once… okay? Let your husband cum inside… leave my semen… inside your body… This way… this way your husband will feel better… and can feel… that you are still mine…" My tone was full of subservience and a nearly pathological possessiveness.

Ying'er looked at the complex expression in my eyes, mixed with pain, longing, and pleading, and thought about everything she had just experienced, and her promise to me… Her eyes flickered, filled with struggle and hesitation. The aching fullness and dull pain from below reminded her of the brutal ordeal she just endured, but seeing my pathetic yet persistent appearance, her heart softened again… What's more, compared to Zaha's terrifying giant cock, my small cock… perhaps… wouldn't bring much pain? Instead… it might give her a sense of… comfort from being "re-possessed" by her "husband"?

Finally, she let out a soft sigh, closed her eyes, and in a tone of near resignation, filled with infinite weariness and pity, nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Wonderful! Ying'er!" My heart was ecstatic! I quickly flipped out of bed, excitedly pulling down my pants, revealing my pathetic small cock, which had again become hard with excitement, but was still only three inches long.

I impatiently climbed back onto the bed, parting her long legs, which were still stained with blood and semen and encased in black silk stockings, aiming my diminutive meat stick, at that slutty cunt which had just undergone a violent storm, now slightly red and swollen, stained with blood, and still carrying Zaha's scent…

Without the slightest hesitation, I took a deep breath and thrust my hips!

*Squish…*

Unlike the previous difficult entry, where there was almost no resistance, this time…

"Hiss…"

I gasped! And Ying'er let out a short groan of pain!

So… so tight! No! Not tight! It's… it's swollen and dry?!

Probably because she had just been brutally deflowered, causing her cunt flesh to become engorged and swollen, and most of the lustful fluid had flowed out with Zaha's thrusts and semen, her vaginal canal was now even drier and… narrower than before?!

My small cock squeezed in with difficulty, and my glans even felt a hint of pain from being enveloped and rubbed! This was completely different from what I had expected—the sensation of entering a vast, empty sea after being stretched open!

"It hurts…" Ying'er frowned, moaning in pain. Clearly, for her who had just endured intense pain, even the entry of my small cock brought a considerable burden.

I felt some annoyance, but I couldn't dwell on it! Intense possessiveness and the desire to cum inside drove me! I gritted my teeth, and began to slowly, with a hint of difficulty, thrust inside her swollen, dry, and still bloody slutty cunt!

Every thrust was accompanied by a dry friction sound and Ying'er's suppressed groan of pain. I could clearly feel the swollen cunt flesh squeezing me, and although it still lacked the terrifying fullness of Zaha's, this painful tightness, surprisingly, had its own unique flavor! As if I were using my insignificance to measure the territory that had just been conquered by a giant!

I closed my eyes, imagining how Zaha's black giant dick had just wildly ravaged inside, imagining how Ying'er had cried, screamed, and climaxed beneath him… And now, it was my turn! It was my turn, the "useless" husband, to savor this "afterglow"! To plant my flag on this defiled territory!

The ultimate sense of humiliation intertwined with pathological possessiveness, making the pleasure within me erupt like a volcano!

After only a few thrusts, I felt myself about to cum!

"Ying'er… husband is… going to cum…" I gasped, picking up the pace, violently ramming that pathetic little cock into her body a few times!

"Ah——!"

Accompanied by a short, satisfied groan, a thin, scalding stream of semen finally… completely ejaculated into the depths of her ravaged, swollen, slutty cunt!

I cum! I finally cum inside! Although it wasn't the first time, this time the feeling was unprecedentedly satisfying! As if, through this method, I had truly reclaimed her!

I lay powerlessly on her, feeling her body tremble slightly from the pain and my ejaculation, my heart filled with exhaustion and a twisted sense of happiness.

Ying'er seemed to feel the warmth of my semen as well. She didn't speak, but just held me tighter, burying her face in the hollow of my neck, letting out a few tired, wronged whimpers.

After embracing for a moment like that, I slowly withdrew. Seeing my pathetic little cock, stained with her virgin blood and my own semen, I was filled with another wave of emotion.

"Ying'er… your body's dirty… husband will carry you to wash up…" I said softly.

She weakly nodded.

I carefully picked her up in my arms, trying my best to avoid her injured areas. Her body was light, yet felt incredibly heavy from the recent experience. I carried her into the bathroom and gently placed her into the warm water I had already prepared.

The hot water seemed to alleviate the pain and fatigue in her body. She sighed comfortably and closed her eyes.

I picked up a cloth towel and began to thoroughly and meticulously clean her body. From her cheeks, stained with sweat and tear marks, to her back and buttocks, soiled with Zaha's semen, and then to her utterly disarrayed, blood-stained private parts… I washed with extreme seriousness and care, as if performing a sacred ritual, completely erasing the traces of another man, leaving only my own mark (though I knew that membrane would never return).

Ying'er kept her eyes closed throughout, letting me do as I pleased, only occasionally letting out a soft hum when I touched a wound.

After she was clean, I used a clean, soft cloth towel to dry the water droplets from her body, then picked her up horizontally once more and carried her back to the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed, which was already made with fresh, clean bedding. She was like a fragile doll, curling up in the quilt, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

I also quickly washed myself, changed into my sleepwear, then snuggled into the quilt and tightly embraced her from behind, feeling her steady breathing and warm body. My heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of peace and satisfaction.

That night, I slept exceptionally soundly.

The next morning, as the first ray of sunlight streamed through the window lattice into the bedroom, I slowly awoke. The delicate body in my arms was still sleeping. After a night of rest, Ying'er's complexion looked much better, though there was still a hint of lingering fatigue between her brows and… a certain complex, inexpressible look.

Looking at her serene sleeping face and recalling everything that happened last night, my heart was still full of excitement and lingering aftertaste. She finally… completely belonged to me (in my own unique way).

I didn't wake her, just quietly watched her, my gaze tracing her delicate facial features, feeling the reality of the warm fragrance and soft jade in my arms. After a while, her long eyelashes fluttered gently a few times, then she slowly opened her eyes.

When those beautiful eyes saw my face so close, a hint of bewilderment flashed first, then she seemed to recall everything from last night, and her gaze instantly became complex—there was shyness, terror, and a feeling of being wronged, but more than that… it seemed to be a calm born from experiencing the storm and a deep reliance on me.

"Husband…" she called my name hoarsely, then actively snuggled into my embrace, like a kitten seeking shelter.

"Awake?" I responded softly, placing a light kiss on her smooth forehead, "Did you sleep well last night? Down there… does it still hurt?"

At the mention of 'down there,' her cheeks instantly flushed, and her gaze became a bit evasive. She gently nodded, then shook her head, whispering, "Much better… it's just… still a bit…" She didn't finish, but I knew that uncomfortable feeling of being stretched and torn would likely last for a while.

"It's alright, husband will prescribe some medicine for you today, just apply it and it'll be fine." I comforted her, my fingers gently stroking her soft, smooth long hair.

We didn't say anything more, just quietly embraced, enjoying this moment of tranquility and tenderness after the storm. Our body temperatures and heartbeats intertwined, forming a silent understanding and… an even more twisted intimacy.

After a while, she seemed to have had enough of lying down and gently pushed me. "Husband… it's time to get up… you still have to go to the clinic…"

"No rush…" I said playfully, pulling her tighter, "Just a little longer with your husband…"

She smiled helplessly, giving me a chiding glare, but didn't struggle anymore.

After another moment of tenderness, we finally, reluctantly got out of bed as the light outside grew brighter. I called Lin'er and Ting'er (they seemed to have noticed something, looking at me strangely, but didn't dare to ask) to serve Ying'er with her washing and changing.

Ying'er sat before the dressing table, picked up a comb, and began to comb her cloud-like beautiful hair. The sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her fair skin and jet-black long hair in a soft halo, so beautiful it made one's heart palpitate.

Watching her skillfully tie up her long hair, revealing her graceful, fair neck, my heart stirred. I took out the brocade box I had prepared from my embrace—inside was precisely that [Black Spade Queen Glazed Hairpin].

I walked behind her and, under her puzzled gaze, opened the brocade box.

A uniquely designed, radiant and dazzling hairpin lay quietly on the velvet lining. The body of the hairpin was made of translucent glazed ware, and at its tip was embedded a meticulously carved black spade made of black jade. Tiny, star-like diamonds (or similar materials) adorned the area around the black spade, glittering with a demonic and opulent light under the sun.

"This is…" Ying'er's gaze was instantly drawn to this exquisite, never-before-seen hairpin, and a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes.

"It's for you." I picked up the hairpin, my voice gentle. "See if you like it?"

"This… this is glazed ware? And black jade… and…" She seemed to recognize the materials, a look of surprise on her face. "This is too precious…"

"Nothing, however precious, is unworthy of my Ying'er." I said softly, then picked up the hairpin and held it against her freshly made hair bun. "Come, husband will put it on for you."

Ying'er's cheeks were slightly red, and a hint of shyness and hesitation flashed in her eyes. She seemed to have realized the special meaning of the "black spade" pattern on this hairpin, especially after what happened last night…

But she ultimately didn't refuse. She lowered her head slightly, revealing that graceful yet fragile section of her neck, as if silently inviting me.

I took a deep breath and carefully, steadily inserted the [Black Spade Queen Glazed Hairpin] into her hair bun.

The black spade, set against her jet-black hair bun and fair skin, stood out exceptionally, possessing an indescribable, bewitching and depraved beauty. It was like a flower symbolizing darkness and submission, blooming on sacred snow.

I held her shoulders and had her look into the mirror.

The woman in the mirror was still exquisitely beautiful, her temperament still noble, but the striking black spade in her hair was like an indelible mark, adding an indescribable, fallen yet seductive aura to her.

Ying'er looked at herself in the mirror, her expression extremely complex. She reached out and gently stroked the hairpin in her hair bun, her fingertips lingering on the cool, smooth black spade. She didn't speak for a long time.

I knew she understood the meaning of this hairpin. By accepting it, it meant she had accepted everything that happened last night, accepted her new "identity"—at least, in this twisted world I had defined for her, this was the case.