The afternoon sun beat down upon the sprawling architecture of the Supreme Pontiff's Palace, casting bright, golden rays through the tall, arched windows of the private bedchamber. The light illuminated the dancing dust motes in the air, creating a warm, lazy atmosphere that stood in stark contrast to the severe, imposing nature of the building itself. Within the heavily warded walls of this inner sanctum, the most powerful woman on the continent was currently engaging in an act of absolute, shameful submission.
Zhang Tian was lounging comfortably against the tufted velvet headboard of the massive bed. His broad, muscular chest was bare, a sheen of light sweat catching the sunlight. His deep blue eyes were half-closed in relaxed bliss, a portrait of a man entirely content with his conquests. His right hand rested heavily upon Bibi Dong's rose-pink hair, his long fingers occasionally tangling in the soft, fragrant strands to guide her movements.
The Supreme Pontiff herself was kneeling on the mattress directly between his spread legs. She was entirely naked, having discarded her heavy, ornate robes hours ago. The golden sunlight poured over her mature, flawless figure, highlighting the pale expanse of her fair skin. Her posture was a picture of devoted servitude. As she leaned over his lap, her large breasts hung freely, the heavy globes of flesh swaying and trembling with every motion of her body.
She was using her mouth to please Zhang Tian's large dick, dedicating her entire focus to the task. Each time she moved her head up and down, her massive breasts would brush against his thighs, the stiff pink nipples dragging lightly across his skin in a display that seemingly seduced Zhang Tian all over again.
Slurp. Suck. Squelch.
The wet, obscene sounds echoed clearly in the quiet chamber. She serviced him with an expert, slavish devotion that completely belied her exalted status. Her wet lips formed a tight, perfect seal around his thick length, making soft slurping sounds as she swallowed him deep into her oral cavity. She pulled back slightly, swirling her soft tongue around the sensitive ridge of his blunt tip, tracing the swollen veins before plunging her head back down to take him to the hilt.
"Ah... you are learning quickly, Dong'er," Zhang Tian moaned softly, a deep vibration rumbling in his chest. He was experiencing the full extent of her newly honed, sexy skills, marveling at how a woman who had been so inexperienced just a short time ago could transform into such a ravenous, talented slut under his tutelage.
He looked down at her. Her pink eyes flicked up to meet his gaze, filled with a hazy, adoring light, even as her cheeks bulged from the sheer volume of his weapon filling her mouth.
His expression slowly shifted, the haze of pure lust giving way to a more calculated, thoughtful demeanor. The tournament was over. The grand stage of Spirit City had served its purpose, cementing his team's legacy and allowing him to claim the ultimate prizes hidden within these walls. It was time to look toward the horizon.
"Dong'er," Zhang Tian spoke. His voice was steady and calm, entirely composed despite the intense, overwhelming pleasure she was currently providing him. "I will leave Spirit City soon. Now that the competition is completely over and the rewards have been distributed, it is time to return to Heaven Dou City."
Bibi Dong froze.
She paused her rhythmic movements instantly. Her pink eyes widened, looking up at him in sudden, gripping panic. His slick, thick shaft still rested deep within her mouth, but her throat muscles had gone completely slack. The thought of his absence was a sudden plunge into an icy abyss.
She pulled her head back slightly, her lips parting with a soft popping sound. A thick string of transparent saliva connected his glistening tip to her wet lips, stretching until it broke and fell onto his thigh.
"Leave?" Bibi Dong asked, her voice a desperate, muffled whisper. "But... Husband, I want to be with you. I cannot bear to be separated from you now."
Her hands reached up, grasping his forearms tightly. She had spent decades walking a path of lonely, bitter ice. Finding his warmth, his dominance, and his protection had rewritten the very foundation of her soul. The idea of waking up in this massive, empty bed without his heavy arms wrapped around her naked body was a concept she simply refused to accept.
"My foundation is still over there," Zhang Tian explained patiently. He reached out, his hand gently stroking her flushed cheek to comfort her rising anxiety. "My research facilities, the core of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect's new operations, and my central base of power... they all require my immediate presence. The artificial spirit ring project is entering a crucial phase, and I cannot manage it from the confines of this palace."
Bibi Dong bit her lower lip, her large breasts heaving as her breathing grew rapid. "Then... then I will abandon this place. I will step down. I will follow you to Heaven Dou City as your servant."
Zhang Tian chuckled softly, a sound of fond amusement. "There is no need for such drastic, messy measures, Dong'er. Your position here is still highly valuable to our future."
"If you wish to meet me," he continued, outlining his plan while his thumb traced the curve of her jaw, "you can simply delegate your mundane tasks here as Supreme Pontiff. Hand over the daily administration, the tedious paperwork, and the minor sect disputes to your trusted bishops, or even push the burden onto the Elder Hall. Let them drown in the bureaucracy while you slip away."
Bibi Dong listened intently, her brilliant mind, temporarily clouded by lust and panic, beginning to spin with political calculations once more.
"Your conflict with Qian Daoliu should be over now," Zhang Tian pointed out sensibly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he laid out the strategy. "Now that you have accepted my advice and begun to treat Renxue nicely, the old animosity between the two factions can be cleared. You are no longer the vengeful widow seeking to destroy the Angel lineage. You are a mother mending a broken bond."
'He is right,' Bibi Dong thought, her heart soaring like an eagle at the prospect of following him without destroying her own empire. 'If I hand over the daily administration to the elders, they will simply view it as the Supreme Pontiff focusing on her own closed-door cultivation. I can slip away and spend my days in Heaven Dou City by his side, warming his bed and serving his needs.'
"If anything, I will ask Renxue to talk to her grandfather as well," Zhang Tian offered, his hand moving from her cheek to cup the back of her neck. "She will vouch for your change of heart. The Spirit Hall and the Elder Hall can resolve their internal conflicts entirely, uniting under a single banner. This will stabilize the continent while we operate from the shadows."
Bibi Dong nodded eagerly, a beautiful, relieved smile blossoming on her face. The panic faded, replaced by a deep, structural devotion to his strategic vision.
"I promise, Husband. I will definitely go and talk to that old man about it," Bibi Dong swore, her voice filled with newfound determination. "I will make sure to convince him that my priorities have shifted. I will play the part perfectly."
"I can use the excuse of wanting to spend more time with my daughter to mend our relationship," she schemed aloud, leaning into his touch. "I will tell him I am taking an extended leave of absence to travel to Heaven Dou City and oversee her progress personally. That old man, Qian Daoliu, loves her more than life itself. He should agree to my departure without suspecting anything about our true arrangement."
"A perfect plan," Zhang Tian agreed. His breathing hitched slightly as a fresh wave of arousal washed over him. The sight of the Supreme Pontiff plotting to abandon her duties merely to serve as his secret mistress was a psychological aphrodisiac of the highest order. "Now, continue what you were doing. And do not hold back."
Bibi Dong did not need to be told twice. She resumed her oral service with renewed, enthusiastic vigor. She opened her mouth wide and pushed her head down, taking his massive dick past her lips, past her teeth, and deep into her throat.
She swallowed him deep. Her throat muscles contracted tightly around his thick girth, creating a tight, wet vacuum that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to his brain.
Gulp. Slurp. Gulp.
"Good girl. Take it all," Zhang Tian praised her, his hands tangling deeply into her pink hair to hold her head in place.
For the next fifteen minutes, Zhang Tian made her go through deep throat over and over again. He set the pace, his hips thrusting upward into her mouth while his hands controlled the depth of her descent. Bibi Dong gagged softly, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, but she never pulled away. She forced her throat open, suppressing her natural reflexes to accommodate his terrifying size. She bobbed her head with a frantic desperation, her large breasts bouncing heavily against his thighs with every downward motion.
Suck. Slurp. Cough. Gulp.
The sounds of her dedicated service filled the bright chamber. Saliva coated his shaft and her chin, creating a slick, messy display of absolute degradation. She swirled her tongue whenever he pulled back, only to have him plunge deep into her throat seconds later, hitting the very back of her vocal cords. The intense, suffocating friction pushed him rapidly over the edge.
"I'm coming, Dong'er," Zhang Tian growled, his voice a harsh, guttural sound. His abdominal muscles tensed like cords of steel. "Swallow it all. Do not waste a single drop."
He gripped her hair tightly, locking her head in place. He thrust his hips upward one final, brutal time, burying his dick as deep into her mouth as physically possible.
He climaxed inside of her mouth. He released a heavy, scalding load of his semen directly against the back of her throat. The thick fluid erupted from him in powerful, hot spurts, flooding her oral cavity with his musky essence.
Bibi Dong's eyes widened, but she followed his command flawlessly. She eagerly swallowed the hot fluid. Her throat bobbed visibly as she took down every last drop of his massive load, drinking his seed as if it were a divine nectar. She waited until his hips stopped twitching, holding him securely in her mouth until he was completely empty.
Slowly, she pulled back. A wet pop echoed as his softening tip slipped from her lips. She let out a soft, satisfied sigh, a thick string of his white semen coating her lower lip.
She leaned forward, darting her tongue out sexily. She licked her lips clean, savoring the taste, before turning her attention back to his dick. She licked the tip thoroughly, her soft tongue capturing every stray drop of his essence, making absolutely sure he was perfectly clean.
Zhang Tian smiled. A dark, teasing light entered his icy blue eyes as he looked down at the beautiful, completely conquered woman kneeling before him.
He reached down, gripping her by the waist, and pulled her up the bed. Bibi Dong crawled forward, her heavy breasts dragging across his stomach. He flipped her effortlessly onto her back, pinning her against the velvet sheets. His hands immediately reached out to grope her heavy breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a familiar, possessive hunger.
Without breaking eye contact, he guided his semi-erect dick down and pushed it directly inside of her hot, tight pussy.
"Ah!" Bibi Dong gasped, her back arching as she welcomed his invasion. Even after his climax, the sheer size of him stretching her walls brought a rush of immediate comfort.
He did not begin to thrust wildly. He simply settled deep inside her, his thumbs reaching up to pinch and roll her stiff pink nipples.
"You know," Zhang Tian whispered, his voice a low, mocking drawl. He twisted her nipples slightly, making her whimper. "Yu Xiaogang really lost out quite a bit."
Bibi Dong flinched slightly at the sudden mention of the cursed name. For twenty years, that name had been an open wound, a trigger for madness and despair. But now, as she lay pinned beneath the man who truly owned her, the sting was entirely gone. It was replaced only by a profound, hollow apathy toward the weak man who had betrayed her trust and mocked her devotion.
"He probably has absolutely no idea what kind of incredible woman he has missed out on," Zhang Tian teased, pulling her upper body flush against his chest so he could speak directly into her ear. "He threw away a diamond to pick up a common stone."
He kissed the sensitive skin of her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point.
"A woman who is not only the most beautiful on the continent," Zhang Tian praised her, his words acting as a soothing balm to her soul, "but also the most lovely, obedient, and powerful mate in the world. A woman who rules an empire, yet happily swallows my seed on her knees."
Bibi Dong felt a sudden, intense rush of heat to her cheeks. She acted rather shy, a stark contrast to her mature, voluptuous appearance. Hearing his explicit, degrading words spoken in the same breath as such high praise made her heart flutter wildly. She felt incredibly happy, her pussy clenching tightly around his resting shaft in a display of pure affection.
'That bastard is garbage in the dirt compared to the man holding me now,' Bibi Dong thought. The image of Yu Xiaogang's pathetic, cowardly face faded into nothingness, replaced entirely by the handsome, dominant features of Zhang Tian. She wrapped her arms tightly around his muscular torso, hugging him with all her might.
"He is blind," Bibi Dong told him, her voice filled with absolute conviction. There was no hesitation, no lingering sorrow. "I was blind to ever care for a worm like him. You are the only one I care about in the entire world, Husband. You are my only sky. I exist only to serve you."
Zhang Tian chuckled, a warm sound that vibrated against her breasts. He thoroughly enjoyed her absolute, unshakeable devotion. He rolled his hips lazily, eliciting a soft moan from her lips, before the conversation shifted away from the pathetic past and toward a much darker, more serious topic.
"Speaking of your power and your position," Zhang Tian asked, his expression turning serious, the teasing light fading from his icy blue eyes. "Tell me about your mental corruption. Tell me about the trials of the Rakshasa God's Divine Position."
Bibi Dong sighed. A heavy, dark shadow crossed her beautiful features, momentarily dimming the afterglow of their intimacy. She rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing absentminded circles on his back.
"Ever since you miraculously cleared my mind of the dark corruption placed by the Rakshasa God, my cultivation has stagnated," she explained quietly, the vulnerability in her voice striking a sharp contrast to her usual commanding tone. "The whispers are gone, and my sanity is fully intact. Because of that, I successfully passed the Seventh Trial. My newfound clarity allowed me to sever the chaotic tethers the trial demanded."
Zhang Tian nodded slowly, his hand gently stroking her pink hair, encouraging her to continue.
"However," she continued, her voice growing tense, her body stiffening slightly beneath him. "I cannot initiate the Eighth Trial. The conditions are... vile. They go against everything you have rebuilt within me."
She tilted her head to look directly into his eyes, seeking his understanding.
"To initiate this Eighth Trial," Bibi Dong revealed, her pink eyes shadowed with dread, "I need to give rise to intense, genuine evil thoughts about those close to me. I must harbor the absolute desire to kill them, or harm them deeply. I must bathe my soul in betrayal and malice."
She swallowed hard, her pussy clenching nervously around his cock. "Before you came, that would have been easy. I hated the world. I hated Renxue. I hated the Spirit Hall. But now... I have you. I have mended my bond with my daughter. I cannot force myself to hate those I now cherish. The trial refuses to begin because my heart is too content."
"And as for the final Ninth Trial," she added, her tone dropping to a hollow whisper filled with dread, "even if I somehow pass the eighth, the final requirement is a massacre. I would need to kill someone at the Rank 99 Limit Douluo level in a duel to the death. Or, failing that, I must slaughter enough Spirit Masters to cause a huge, catastrophic bloodbath across the entire continent, using millions of souls to successfully accept the God Position."
Zhang Tian nodded slowly, remaining perfectly quiet as his brilliant mind processed this terrifying, apocalyptic information. He didn't show an ounce of fear or disgust. He simply analyzed the data like a grandmaster examining a complex chessboard.
'Finding someone at the Rank 99 Limit Douluo level to sacrifice for her ascension is no small task,' Zhang Tian wondered internally, his eyes narrowing in calculation. 'There are only three known entities at that peak. Qian Daoliu is one, Tang Chen is another, and Bo Saixi is the third. None of them are easy targets.'
Tang Chen was lost to madness, trapped within the confines of Slaughter City as the King of Slaughter, his mind consumed by a different divine corruption. Bo Saixi was entrenched on Sea God Island, possessing an absolute home-field advantage backed by the ocean's might. And Qian Daoliu... Qian Daoliu was Renxue's grandfather, the guardian of the Angel God's legacy, and an ally they currently needed to maintain political stability.
He didn't have any good, immediate measures to secure such a sacrifice yet. He knew that rushing into a battle with a peak expert of that caliber could spell total disaster, even with his myriad of trump cards and advanced spirit tools.
"You do not need to rush with this Eighth Trial, or that final Ninth Trial," Zhang Tian told her confidently. He stroked her bare back in long, soothing motions, projecting an aura of absolute certainty. "Do not force yourself to harbor malice. I will not allow you to poison your own mind again. I will think of a way to resolve that obstacle when the time is absolutely right. We have the luxury of patience."
Bibi Dong let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, the tension bleeding out of her muscles. His assurance was an iron shield against the creeping dread of the divine trials.
"Tell me," Zhang Tian asked, his senses reaching out, probing the subtle fluctuations in her aura that he had noticed during their marathon sessions. "How much strength can you truly exert right now? I know your foundation is vast, but it feels... muffled."
Bibi Dong looked down at his chest, a look of deep, bitter frustration crossing her face.
"The Rakshasa God's Trial is quite strange, Husband," she admitted quietly. "It acts as a heavy shackle rather than a boon. It binds my spirit power to the altar of the inheritance."
"It strictly limits my strength to a mere thirty percent of my total capacity at this moment," she revealed, her voice laced with a resentful edge. "Even despite having passed the Seventh Trial and achieving true clarity, I am heavily restricted by the divine brand. I am a Limit Douluo who can only fight with a fraction of my true might."
Zhang Tian sneered coldly. His icy blue eyes darkened with a chilling realization. He knew instantly that this Rakshasa God really was quite cunning and deeply malicious.
'Unlike the Sea God, the Asura God, or the Angel God that actively rewarded their chosen inheritors with massive boons of power and profound affinities during their trials,' Zhang Tian thought, his mind piecing together the divine puzzle. 'This dark entity is actively restricting its own inheritor. It is siphoning her strength to maintain its own brand, acting as a parasite rather than a patron. It is almost as though the Rakshasa God didn't truly want to pass on its Divine Position, seeking to delay the inheritance indefinitely while feeding off her negative emotions.'
It was a trap designed to breed endless suffering and despair, ensuring the inheritor remained a twisted puppet forever reaching for a prize they could never fully grasp without losing their soul in the process.
Whatever the God's petty, malevolent schemes were, he would deal with that later. He was a man of logic and strategy, and he knew his current limits. He still didn't have enough raw strength or foundational power to directly confront a divine entity across the boundary of realms.
He didn't mention all these dark deductions to Bibi Dong. She had suffered enough under the shadow of gods and men.
He simply leaned down, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to her forehead.
"Do not worry about the trials, Dong'er," Zhang Tian whispered against her skin, his arms wrapping tightly around her curvaceous body, pulling her completely flush against him. "Trust me. I will handle the gods when they become a problem. For now, you are mine, and you will follow me to Heaven Dou."
Bibi Dong nodded obediently. The fears of the future, the malicious demands of the Rakshasa God, and the looming trials faded away like mist under the morning sun. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, her heavy breasts pressing warmly against his chest, caring only that she was safe, cherished, and entirely protected in his arms.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
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