Chapter 93: Their First Night (1)

Leaving the wedding banquet behind, Gu Yuan returned to his newly constructed palace with Ji Yue and Ji Yan. He had yet to explore the place in full, but the bedchamber? He could probably have found it blindfolded.

The room had already been prepared for their wedding night. Crimson silk draped the walls and canopy, while red lanterns cast a warm glow across the polished blackwood floor. The faint fragrance of sandalwood mingled with plum blossom incense, lending the room a quiet intimacy. At its center stood a broad bed covered in deep scarlet silk and gold-threaded gauze.

Gu Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, with the twins settling beside him. Ji Yan pressed close, her full breasts molding against his arm. Ji Yue’s slender fingers slipped into his and held on, a little too firmly for someone so composed.

For a long moment, he simply looked at them.

Two peerless beauties who had once ruled as Immortal Empresses, now his wives on their wedding night. They sat on his bed in bridal red, waiting for him to take them.

He didn’t rush. In a low and even voice he said, "Senior sisters... you know what follows marriage, right?"

Even knowing the answer was obvious, some stubborn part of him still tried to be careful with them. Gentlemanly. As if the centuries between mortal and immortal could be crossed gently.

The twins were not interested in gentleness tonight though. Ji Yan swung a leg across his lap in one fluid motion, the heavy silk of her robes sliding up her thighs, her golden eyes locking on his and daring him to make her wait one breath longer. At the same time Ji Yue leaned in until her breath brushed his ear.

"Until when do you intend to keep calling us senior sisters?"

Gu Yuan smiled slightly. "Then forgive me, Yue."

The moment her name left his lips he slid his fingers into her silver hair and drew her mouth to his. She always had to have the last word, so he took it from her. Her lips were untamed beneath his, then, slowly, not so untamed. At his neck, Ji Yan, unwilling to be left aside, kissed and sucked at his skin.

The flame he had suppressed for so long finally broke loose. He turned from Ji Yue’s mouth to Ji Yan’s bolder one and back again, and each time he returned, Ji Yue was a little softer, her composure slipping into something meek... something submissive.

His hands slipped beneath the layered robes. Warm skin. The full, living weight of flesh filling his palms, and under it all the unmistakable truth that these were not distant, untouchable empresses but women who trembled when he touched them.

He cupped both sisters at once, and the comparison came unbidden. Ji Yan’s breasts were larger, firmer, the kind that pushed back against his grip, exactly as she pushed back against everything. Ji Yue’s were softer, yielding, heavy in his hands, more than he could hold. Both were exceptional, only different in the way they answered him.

He found the small, stiff peaks rising against his palms and pinched them lightly. Ji Yue’s breath broke into a moan that she tried, and failed, to swallow. The sound went straight through him.

"Who shall I start with first?" His voice came out rough.

If they hadn’t answered, he had already decided. But the twins had settled the matter earlier.

"Me," said Ji Yue, the word not quite steady.

Ji Yan didn’t object. She only watched, eyes dark with heat and a competitive glint that promised he would answer for this later.

Gu Yuan looked at Ji Yue properly then. The elegant smile, the air of a woman for whom the world bent to her whim, was gone. In its place was a woman who could wait no longer to be defiled.

That look decided it.

He undid her robes layer by layer, revealing the pale skin beneath. Ji Yan took his own, pushing the robes from his shoulders, her palms sliding down his chest as if claiming the right to touch what she had uncovered.

He lowered Ji Yue onto the bed, and her silver hair spilled across the scarlet coverings like moonlight across a banner. Half-covered by delicate undergarments, she glowed in the lantern light, her breath uneven, her purple eyes, normally so distant, already half-lidded and glazed with a heat she no longer tried to hide.

He settled himself above her soft body.

"Did you know, Yue?" he murmured. "However elegant a man pretends to be in daylight, under the cover of night, with his woman, he is no more than a beast."

"Well..." Her voice was low and sultry, her hand tracing a slow line down his chest. "I don’t mind."

That single admission undid whatever remained of his control.

He bent to her breasts, burying his face in them, kissing her softly at first, then not so softly, tasting her. She tasted of plum blossom and something warmer beneath, sweeter than any feast he had ever known. He took one pink peak between his lips, then bit gently, drawing a soft moan from her.

That was only the start. His hand slid down the plane of her stomach until it reached her delicate folds.

She was wet. Thoroughly, shamelessly wet.

He stroked her petals, spreading the slickness around them, then drew the thin underthing down her legs and cast it aside, leaving her bare. His fingers returned at once, tracing the soft pink entrance, teasing her until her hips began to chase his hand.

While he prepared her, Ji Yan was preparing him.

His last layer was gone, and his length rested in her hands. Those same hands had killed countless cultivators, and now they looked almost too small around him. She could barely cover part of him.

For a moment she didn’t move at all, genuinely stunned.

His cultivation talent might have been only so-so, but here, in the most primal measure of a man, he was immensely gifted. Thick. Long. Already hard against her palm.

She stroked him slowly from base to tip, imagining how that same thickness would stretch her open when her turn came, and Gu Yuan groaned. His lust seemed to travel between them, silver hair beneath him, red hair at his shoulder.

Ji Yue was a mess of fluttering lashes and ragged breath, her scent heavy with heat. Any more and he would finish before he had even begun. He aligned himself against her entrance and pressed the broad head of his shaft to her yearning folds.

Then, slowly, he began to push.

She was cool inside, like winter water, and then the cold gave way to a heat that bloomed around him. Was it her ice cultivation? He couldn’t think. He nearly lost his mind.

Her mouth opened in a soundless O. There was pain... there had to be, but it twisted almost at once into something else. Her lashes fluttered, and a soft, high sound left her throat. When he met the thin barrier of her virginity he stopped and looked at her. Ji Yue gave the smallest nod.

He gave a final, deliberate thrust, tearing through the barrier and burying himself to the hilt.

"Aaah...!" It was a broken cry, filled with pleasure rather than pain, at finally becoming one with her fated man. It left the lips of the Myriad Fate Empress.

Gu Yuan stayed still. He felt the spirit Qi around him stir strangely, but he ignored it and focused on the woman under him. His hands moved over her body, easing it, and his mouth showered her neck and shoulder with lingering kisses. He let her adjust to the thick, invading shape of him, and let himself breathe through the overwhelming urge to move.

She had waited so long for this. So had he.

Slowly, he began to withdraw, almost all the way, and sank back in. The tight, burning-cold heat of her accepted him again. And again.

By the third stroke her body was shaking. Her nails bit into his shoulders, and her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper. A fresh rush of wetness spilled around him, soaking them both.

"Don’t... stop," she gasped, the words half a moan.

He didn’t stop. He kept driving into her, steady and relentless, watching every elegant mask she had ever worn fall away.

There was no empress left in that moment.

Only Ji Yue. Only a woman being fucked.

Her purple eyes were wet and unfocused, her lips parted around broken sounds that no longer carried any imperial dignity.

Gu Yuan couldn’t hold out for long against the silken clasp of her. With a low grunt he buried himself and came, thick pulses of seed flooding her depths. The sudden heat dragged Ji Yue over the edge a second time.

Her body clenched hard around him, another wave of release spilling from her as she cried out, clinging to him as though the world had narrowed to the place where their bodies joined.

For a while, the room held little beyond their uneven breathing and the warm light of the lanterns. Then a hand slid slowly across Gu Yuan’s back.

Ji Yan had waited patiently, and she had no intention of waiting any longer.