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The master’s voice echoed through the chamber, cold and final. Derek and Larry stood like obsidian monoliths, their shadows swallowing the light. Su Muli and Luo Yuening remained frozen on their knees, the stone floor biting into their skin. The air thickened with unspoken command. Derek’s deep rumble cut through the silence. “You heard me. Speak.”
Su Muli’s breath hitched. His fingers trembled against his thighs, nails digging into the silk of his robe. Every instinct screamed resistance, but the memory of the lash, the burn of humiliation, the hollow ache of his own submission, clawed at his resolve. He dared not meet Derek’s gaze. Instead, he stared at the cracks in the floor, tracing their jagged paths as if they might lead him somewhere else, anywhere else.
Luo Yuening shifted beside him, a whisper of movement. His jaw tightened, the delicate line of his throat bobbing as he swallowed. The cold air kissed his exposed nape, raising goosebumps across his pale skin. He could feel the weight of Larry’s stare, a predator’s patient amusement. His heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of pride.
“You want us to say it,” Luo Yuening whispered, his voice fragile as frost. “To admit… what we are.”
Larry chuckled, low and rumbling. “No, pretty one. You want to say it. We’re just giving you the chance.”
Su Muli’s hands clenched. The silk tore under his nails. A sharp sound in the heavy quiet. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks, a burning shame that crept down his neck, spreading across his chest. He wanted to hate them. He wanted to hate himself more.
Then Derek crouched before him. The movement was sudden, predatory. His massive form blocked the light, and Su Muli’s breath caught. Derek’s fingers, thick and rough, hooked under his chin, tilting his face upward. Su Muli’s eyes met his, dark and unfathomable.
“Look at me,” Derek said, not a request. “Look at me when you surrender.”
Su Muli’s lips parted. A small, broken sound escaped. His lashes fluttered, wet with unshed tears. The last shred of his dignity crumbled like ash. He saw himself reflected in Derek’s eyes, a fragile, trembling thing, beautiful and broken. And he wanted to break further.
“I… I submit,” Su Muli breathed, the words tasting of copper and honey. “I am your female dog. I will serve you. I will obey.”
Derek’s thumb brushed across his lower lip, pressing slightly. Su Muli’s mouth opened instinctively, tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin. A sob hitched in his throat. But he didn’t pull away.
Beside him, Luo Yuening’s resolve shattered. He turned to Larry, his movements stiff, mechanical. His eyes, once proud and untouchable, now held a desperate gleam. He crawled forward, his knees scraping the stone, until he knelt between Larry’s legs. His hands, elegant and trembling, reached out to grip Larry’s thighs.
“I am your female dog,” Luo Yuening murmured, his voice cracking. “I will be whatever you want.”
Larry’s laugh was triumphant. He tangled his fingers in Luo Yuening’s hair, pulling his head back. “Good dog.”
Su Muli and Luo Yuening exchanged a glance. A fragile, shared vulnerability. Then they turned away, sinking into their new roles.
At Derek’s gesture, Su Muli rose on unsteady legs. His body moved as if possessed, a marionette with strings pulled taut. He found himself beside Mu Zhiyu, who knelt with a serene, knowing smile. Mu Zhiyu’s eyes held no pity, only a dark kinship. He had already crossed the line. Now he waited to watch others follow.
“Don’t be shy,” Mu Zhiyu purred, his voice silk and venom. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Su Muli’s stomach twisted. But his body responded before his mind could catch up. He lowered himself, his palms flat against the floor, his spine arching into a graceful curve. He crawled, each movement deliberate, obscene. The silk of his robe pooled around him, and he felt the cool air kiss his thighs. His heart hammered, yet a strange heat bloomed in his core.
Luo Yuening mirrored him, his movements less practiced, more hesitant. He crawled beside Mu Yunshu, whose lips curved into a teasing smirk. “Keep up, pretty one. Master likes enthusiasm.”
Their destination loomed before them: Derek and Larry, still standing, their cocks already half-hard. The sight made Su Muli’s mouth go dry. He had seen them before, in moments of cruelty and pleasure, but now, crawling toward them as a willing servant, the scale and power of their bodies felt overwhelming.
Mu Zhiyu reached Derek first. He pressed a kiss to the tip, his lips lingering, his eyes locked upward in worship. Derek grunted, his hand settling on Mu Zhiyu’s head, guiding him down. Mu Zhiyu obeyed, taking the length into his mouth with practiced ease.
Su Muli watched, frozen, his breath catching. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and hypnotic. Then Mu Zhiyu pulled back, his lips slick, his tongue flicking out to taste the air.
“Your turn,” he whispered to Su Muli, his eyes glittering with challenge.
Su Muli’s pride flickered. A dying ember. He leaned forward, his lips parting, his tongue darting out to taste the salty skin. The heat of it, the sheer mass, made his head spin. He took the tip into his mouth, tentative, then deeper. Derek groaned, his fingers tightening in Su Muli’s hair.
“Good bitch,” Derek rumbled. “Show me what you’ve learned.”
Luo Yuening, emboldened by the scene, turned to Larry. He mirrored Su Muli’s movements, but with more hesitation, his tongue tracing a tentative path. Larry chuckled, guiding his head down. “Don’t be shy. You’ve done this before, haven’t you, princess?”
Luo Yuening’s cheeks burned. He had. In dreams. In shameful fantasies. But never like this. Never as a servant. He closed his eyes and let instinct take over.
The four men knelt in a circle, their heads bobbing, their moans mingling. Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu moved with practiced grace, their rhythms perfectly matched. Su Muli and Luo Yuening learned quickly, their bodies responding to the grunts of approval. The heat built, a shared fire of degradation and desire.
Derek pulled Su Muli off with a wet pop. “Not bad, dog. But you’re holding back.”
Su Muli’s lips were swollen, his eyes glazed. “I… I want to please you.”
“Then stop thinking,” Derek said, pushing him back down.
Luo Yuening watched, his own rhythm faltering. Larry’s hand fisted in his hair, pulling him back. “Eyes on me, princess. Don’t get distracted.”
Luo Yuening’s gaze snapped to Larry’s. The dominance in those dark eyes made him tremble. He doubled his efforts, taking Larry deeper, until his throat burned.
Time blurred. The only reality was the taste, the heat, the weight of their masters’ approval. Su Muli and Luo Yuening shed the last remnants of their old selves. They were female dogs now. They were owned.
Derek laughed, a rough, approving sound. “Look at you. So eager. So desperate. You really are born for this.”
Su Muli pulled back, his lips slick, his eyes hazy. “I am born for this,” he echoed, the words spilling out unbidden. “I am your bitch.”
Larry grinned. “Yeah? And what about your brother?”
Luo Yuening froze. Brother. He glanced at Su Muli, and for a moment, recognition flickered. They had been rivals, equals, two sovereigns of the celestial realm. Now they knelt side by side, mouths full of black cock, pride shattered.
“He’s my partner in degradation,” Luo Yuening whispered, his voice raw. “We share this fate.”
Su Muli’s eyes met his. A tear slipped down his cheek, but he smiled, broken and beautiful. “Together.”
Derek and Larry exchanged a look. Then Derek spoke, his tone turning serious. “You’ve served well. But service requires commitment. We want vows.”
Su Muli’s stomach dropped. Luo Yuening’s breath caught.
“Vows?” Luo Yuening repeated, his voice small.
“Yes,” Larry said, leaning forward. “A promise. A binding. You will speak your submission aloud, and it will be carved into your soul.”
Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu knelt beside them, their expressions knowing. Mu Zhiyu leaned into Derek’s legs, his voice soft. “I have already made my vow, master. It is sweet to be owned.”
Su Muli’s mind raced. Vows were sacred, irrevocable. They would change him forever. The last thread of resistance pulled taut.
“I… I don’t know if I can,” Su Muli whispered.
Derek’s hand cupped his chin. “You can. You will. Because deep down, you want to belong.”
Su Muli’s eyes searched Derek’s. He saw no cruelty, only certainty. And in that certainty, he found his own.
“I will,” he said, his voice steadying. “I will make the vow.”
Luo Yuening nodded, his fear melting into resolve. “I will too.”
Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu stepped forward. Mu Zhiyu knelt, his back arched, his voice rising in a sickly sweet sing-song. “I, Mu Zhiyu, vow to be Master Derek’s faithful female dog. I will serve him with every breath, crave his touch, and submit to his will. My body is his vessel. My pleasure is his to command.”
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Derek’s foot. “I am nothing without my master. I am his bitch. His toy. His forever.”
Mu Yunshu followed, his words dripping with humiliation. “I, Mu Yunshu, vow to be Master Larry’s devoted slave. I exist to please him, to endure his cruelty, to bask in his glory. I renounce all pride, all dignity, all will. I am his female dog, and I will crawl for him until the stars burn out.”
He too kissed Larry’s foot, his posture trembling, his eyes downcast.
Derek and Larry nodded, their approval palpable. Then Derek turned to Su Muli and Luo Yuening. “Your turn.”
Su Muli’s heart raced. He shuffled forward, his hands trembling. He knelt before Derek, head bowed, his voice a fragile whisper. “I, Su Muli, vow to be your female dog. I will serve you without question, worship your body, and find my purpose in your command. I give you my pride, my shame, my everything.”
He pressed his lips to Derek’s feet, the salt and dirt coating his tongue. “I am your toy. Your bitch. Your slave.”
Luo Yuening followed, his vow equally degraded. “I, Luo Yuening, vow to be Master Larry’s bitch. I will crawl for him, beg for him, suffer for him. My dignity is forfeit. My body is his. My soul is his. I am nothing but a female dog, and I am grateful.”
He kissed Larry’s foot, his lips lingering, his tears wetting the dark skin.
When they finished, the room fell silent. Su Muli felt lighter, hollowed out, yet strangely complete. He had surrendered everything. There was nothing left to fear.
Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu rose gracefully, settling into the laps of their masters. Their eyes held a dark satisfaction, and they watched the remaining two with a mixture of pity and triumph.
“Good dogs,” Derek said, his hand stroking Su Muli’s hair. “You have pleased us.”
Su Muli shivered, leaning into the touch. Luo Yuening did the same, pressing his face against Larry’s thigh.
The night stretched on, filled with whispers of ownership and the quiet moans of four men who had given up the stars for a chance to kneel.
The cold stone floor bit into their knees through the thin silk of their robes, a harsh reminder of the depths to which they had fallen. Su Muli kept his head bowed, his jade-white hands clenched into fists at his sides, the nails digging crescents into his palms. The pain anchored him, kept him from dissolving entirely into the shame that threatened to consume him whole.
Beside him, Luo Yuening trembled with a violence that could not be stilled. His slender shoulders shook, the delicate line of his throat working as he swallowed against the bile rising in his gorge. He was a man—had been a man, would always be a man in the deepest core of his being, no matter what his body had become. And yet here he knelt, his soft, female body bare and vulnerable, waiting for the word of two brutes from the Black Domain.
Su Muli risked a glance upward, through the curtain of his dark lashes. Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu stood before them, their faces unreadable, but their eyes... their eyes held something that made Su Muli's stomach clench. Not pity, exactly. Recognition. As though they looked upon mirror images of their own downfall.
"You hesitated," Derek's voice rumbled from somewhere behind them, deep as the grinding of stones in a riverbed. "That displeases me."
A chill that had nothing to do with the cold floor raced up Su Muli's spine. He felt the weight of the dark man's gaze on his back, felt it like a physical pressure, pressing him lower, bending his spine toward abasement.
"I will not hesitate again," Su Muli heard himself say, the words dragged from somewhere deep inside him, a place that had already surrendered. "I... I am ready. To serve."
Luo Yuening's breath caught beside him. Su Muli did not need to see his face to know the war raging behind those cold, beautiful eyes. They had stood together as equals once, two immortals whose power had commanded the heavens. Now they knelt together, two soft, yielding bodies, stripped of everything but the desperate need to survive.
"Look at me," Larry commanded, his voice lighter than Derek's, almost playful, but with a sharp edge that promised pain for disobedience.
Luo Yuening raised his head slowly, his movements stiff, mechanical. The light caught the perfect planes of his face, the delicate line of his jaw, the full, soft curve of his lips. He was beautiful, even now, even in his degradation. The knowledge of that beauty seemed to wound him.
"I said ready," Luo Yuening whispered, the words barely audible. "But I have not... I have not yet sworn."
"You will," Derek said, and there was no mercy in the words. No escape.
Su Muli's hands unclenched. He spread his fingers flat against his thighs, feeling the warmth of his own skin, the softness that had crept into his flesh over the past days. Or had it been weeks? Time had lost meaning in this place, measured only by the cycles of pleasure and pain they endured.
"I, Su Muli," he began, his voice cracking on the first word. He stopped, drew a breath that shuddered through his frame. "I, Su Muli, former Immortal Sovereign of the Celestial Realm, do hereby... do hereby renounce my rank. My station. My..."
The words lodged in his throat like stones.
"My manhood."
Beside him, Luo Yuening made a sound, high and wounded, as though the word itself had been a blade.
Su Muli forced himself to continue. The cold air against his bare skin. The weight of four gazes upon him. The knowledge that once spoken, these words could never be unsaid.
"I renounce my claim to the title of man. I submit myself, body and soul, to the authority of Derek and Larry of the Black Domain. From this day forward, I exist only to serve... to serve as their... as their pleasure. As their comfort. As their..."
He could not say the word. *Bitch.* The word his mind supplied was too vile, too degrading for lips that had once spoken commands across the heavens.
"A female dog," Derek supplied, his voice flat. "Say it."
Su Muli's eyes squeezed shut. Tears forced their way through, hot against his cold cheeks.
"I exist as their female dog," he whispered. "Bared. Begging. Forever grateful for the use of my body."
The words hung in the air, heavy as funeral shrouds.
Luo Yuening's hand found his. Their fingers intertwined, a desperate grip, two drowning souls clinging to each other in the dark.
"I, Luo Yuening," the immortal began, and his voice was stronger than Su Muli's had been, but there was a crack in it, a fault line that ran through every syllable. "I swear the same. I renounce my manhood. I renounce my immortal pride. I give myself wholly to the Black Domain, to Derek and Larry, to be used as they see fit. As a bed-warmer. As a vessel. As a... as a bitch in heat, grateful for every drop of attention bestowed upon me."
The words twisted in the air, took on form and substance. Su Muli felt them settle over his skin like a second layer, binding him, claiming him. The contract sealed itself with a pulse of dark energy that made his bones ache.
"Good girls," Larry said, and the words were almost kind. Almost. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Su Muli opened his eyes. The world looked different, somehow. Dimmer. As though a filter of grey had settled over everything, leeching away the color, the warmth. He was still Su Muli. He was also something else now. Something less.
Mu Zhiyu stepped forward, his movements fluid, graceful. He had been beautiful once too, Su Muli recalled. Still was, in a broken, polished way. The way a flower pressed between the pages of a book is beautiful, preserved but dead.
"Rise," Mu Zhiyu said softly. "Come. There is no need to kneel on the cold floor any longer."
Su Muli rose on legs that threatened to buckle. His body responded automatically, the muscles moving before his mind could catch up. Beside him, Luo Yuening rose as well, his movements stiff, reluctant.
Derek's massive hand closed around Su Muli's arm, guiding—no, pulling—him forward. Su Muli stumbled, his smaller frame no match for the dark man's strength. He found himself deposited onto Derek's lap, the hard muscle of the black man's thighs beneath him, the heat of that massive body seeping into his own.
Luo Yuening fared no better. Larry had already settled into a chair, the wood groaning under his weight, and he tugged Luo Yuening down onto his knee with casual ease. The immortal's face burned crimson, but he did not resist.
"You did well," Derek said, and his voice vibrated through Su Muli's back, through the place where their bodies touched. His hand came up to cup Su Muli's chin, tilting his face upward. "But you still look like you're attending a funeral. Smile, beauty. You've found your place in the world."
Su Muli's lips twitched. A smile. He was supposed to smile. He had just sworn away everything he was, everything he had been, and he was supposed to smile.
But Derek's thumb pressed against his lower lip, and something in Su Muli's chest unknotted. Relaxed. The tension bled out of him like water from a cracked vessel.
"Yes," he heard himself say. "Yes, Master."
The word tasted strange on his tongue. Foreign. And yet, not entirely unpleasant.
"My, my, what obedient little toys we've acquired," Larry said, his hand sliding up Luo Yuening's thigh, over the curve of his hip. The immortal shivered, a tremor that ran through his entire body. "I think I'll keep you both. Warm my bed on cold nights. What do you say, brother?"
"Suits me well enough," Derek replied. His hand had moved from Su Muli's chin to his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands. "Always preferred the jade-white ones. Soft. Pretty. Made to be fucked."
Su Muli felt Luo Yuening's gaze on him. He turned his head, met those cold, beautiful eyes. For a moment, they were simply two immortals, looking at each other across a gulf of shared degradation.
Then Luo Yuening's gaze dropped. His lashes fluttered, a fan of shadow against his cheeks. "I am grateful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "To be chosen. To be... to be wanted."
The words hit Su Muli like a physical blow. He understood them. He even, somewhere in the twisted new landscape of his heart, agreed with them. But hearing them spoken aloud, hearing the surrender in Luo Yuening's voice, made something inside him splinter.
"Such pretty words from such pretty lips," Larry said, and he leaned in, pressed a kiss to the corner of Luo Yuening's mouth. The immortal did not flinch. Did not pull away. "You'll make fine bed-slaves, both of you. Better than those two, I'll wager."
He gestured with his chin toward Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu, who stood to the side, their eyes averted.
Mu Yunshu's face flushed. "We have served faithfully," he said, and there was a thread of hurt in his voice.
"Faithfully enough," Derek allowed. "But you were captures. These two came to us willingly, in the end. There's a difference."
Willingly. The word echoed in Su Muli's mind. Was this willingness? This desperate, cornered animal surrender? He did not know. He was no longer certain he knew anything.
Larry's hand found Luo Yuening's chest, cupping the soft mound there, squeezing. The immortal gasped, his body arching into the touch before his mind could intervene.
"Look at that," Larry laughed. "Already responding. You'll be dripping for us soon enough."
Su Muli's own body stirred at the words, at the sight of Luo Yuening being touched. He felt heat bloom in his belly, felt his nipples tighten against the air. It was wrong. He knew it was wrong. But his body no longer listened to what he knew.
"Tell me," Derek said, his voice casual, conversational, even as his hand began to explore Su Muli's body, tracing the curve of his waist, the dip of his spine. "Have you ever wondered how you came to be this way? How two immortal lords could be transformed into such perfect little beauties?"
Su Muli stiffened. He had wondered. Every day, every night, in the moments between degradation and despair, he had wondered.
"Yes," he breathed. "Master, yes."
Derek's laugh was low, rumbling. "I thought so. Every day, we soaked you in female lust powder. In spring wine of desire. In seductive incense that seeped into your pores, your bones, your very soul. Little by little, your bodies changed. Your hips widened. Your chests softened. Your voices grew sweeter."
Su Muli's breath caught. He had noticed the changes, had felt them happening, but hearing them laid out so plainly, so clinically, made his blood run cold.
"And with every dose, your minds changed too," Derek continued. "The powders didn't just reshape your bodies. They reshaped your desires. Your wants. Your needs. Until the thought of a man's touch was no longer repulsive, but necessary. Until your cunt ached to be filled."
"Please," Luo Yuening whispered, but whether he was begging for the words to stop or for the touch to continue, even he did not seem to know.
"Black essence as a supplement," Larry added, his voice taking on a singsong quality. "We marked you with it, tattooed your very flesh with female marks. Your bodies belong to us now, inside and out. Every cell, every thought, every dream."
Mu Zhiyu made a sound, soft and wounded. Mu Yunshu's hand found his, their fingers interlacing in a gesture of shared pain.
"You knew," Mu Zhiyu said, and his voice was flat. "You always knew what was being done to you."
"I suspected," Su Muli replied, and his voice was equally flat. "But knowing and hearing are different."
"Different," Luo Yuening agreed. "Knowing is a shadow of a thing. Hearing... hearing makes it real."
Derek's hand slid lower, over Su Muli's belly, between his thighs. The immortal's breath hitched, his hips tilting upward, seeking the contact.
"Does it trouble you?" Derek asked. "Knowing that you were made into what you are? That you did not come by your desires naturally?"
Su Muli stared at the far wall, at the patterns of light and shadow playing across its surface. Did it trouble him? It should. It should troub
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The sight of the four immortals’ flustered expressions, their cheeks flushed and eyes darting away, only amused Derek and Larry further. The two black giants exchanged knowing glances, their deep laughter rumbling like distant thunder through the jade-walled chamber.
“Look at them,” Derek rumbled, his massive hand reaching out to cup Su Muli’s chin, forcing the immortal sovereign to meet his gaze. “So proud just moments ago, and now they tremble like startled deer.” His thumb traced along Su Muli’s jawline, feeling the delicate shiver that ran through the jade-white skin.
Larry circled behind Luo Yuening, his immense frame casting a shadow that enveloped the slender immortal. “These celestial lords have never known a firm hand,” he mused, his fingers sliding down Luo Yuening’s spine, feeling each vertebra through the thin silk. “They need to learn their place.”
Su Muli stood rigid, every muscle tensed against the humiliation coursing through him. The black man’s touch sent contradictory sensations through his body—revulsion warring with an inexplicable heat that bloomed beneath his skin. His breath came in shallow gasps as Derek’s hand traveled lower, palming his backside with a possessive grip that made him gasp.
“Please…” Su Muli whispered, the word escaping before he could stop it.
“Please what?” Derek squeezed, kneading the firm flesh through the silk. “Please stop? Or please continue?” His other hand found Su Muli’s chest, thumbing over a nipple that peaked despite the immortal’s attempts to remain still.
Beside him, Luo Yuening was experiencing his own torment. Larry’s hands had found their way beneath his robes, calloused palms pressing against his flat stomach, then sliding upward to toy with his chest. The sensation was electric, each touch awakening nerve endings Luo Yuening had long thought dormant. His mouth opened, and a soft sound escaped—half protest, half moan.
“Listen to him,” Larry chuckled, his breath hot against Luo Yuening’s ear. “He sings so sweetly already. What will he sound like when we truly begin?”
“Ah…” Mu Zhiyu watched his companions’ humiliation, his own body responding in sympathy. Heat pooled in his lower belly, and he felt an embarrassing dampness between his legs. His hands clenched at his sides, nails biting into palms as he fought to maintain composure.
Mu Yunshu fared no better. The sight of Derek’s hands on Su Muli, Larry’s on Luo Yuening, stirred something deep within him—a shameful longing that made his back passage clench with need. He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape.
Derek released Su Muli’s chin and stepped back, surveying the four immortals with obvious satisfaction. “They’re ready,” he declared, his voice carrying finality. “But first, let us see them move. Dance for us, little lords. Show us what grace celestial beings possess.”
Larry nodded, releasing Luo Yuening with a final squeeze. “And remove those robes,” he added, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We would see what we have claimed.”
The four immortals hesitated, shame coloring their features. Su Muli’s hands trembled as they reached for his robe ties. Luo Yuening’s breath caught, his fingers fumbling with the silk. Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu exchanged glances, reading the same reluctant surrender in each other’s eyes.
Then, slowly, gracefully, they began to dance.
Su Muli moved first, his body flowing like water, each gesture an art form born of centuries of celestial refinement. His fingers traced invisible patterns in the air as his hips swayed, the silk robe slipping from one shoulder to reveal the pale curve of his collarbone. The fabric caught on his nipples, dragging across the sensitive peaks and making them harden visibly.
Luo Yuening followed, his movements more restrained but no less seductive. His dance was one of angles and lines, sharp yet fluid, each turn allowing his robe to gap and reveal flashes of jade-white skin. When he spun, the fabric lifted, exposing the smooth curve of his backside before settling again.
Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu joined them, their dances intertwining like lovers’ caresses. Mu Zhiyu’s hands roamed over his own body as he moved, touching where he imagined the black men’s hands would soon explore. Mu Yunshu arched backward, his robe falling open, the line of his throat exposed, the hollow of his chest gleaming in the soft light.
Piece by piece, the robes fell away.
Su Muli’s under-robe pooled at his feet, leaving him in a thin inner garment that left nothing to the imagination. The fabric clung to his slender waist, traced the flare of his hips, and molded to the curve of his backside with damp transparency. His nipples pressed against the material, two dark points demanding attention.
Luo Yuening’s garments followed, each layer revealing more of his breathtaking form. His skin seemed to glow, so pale it was almost luminous, the definition of his muscles subtle yet present beneath the smooth surface. His waist curved inward dramatically before flaring to his hips, creating an hourglass silhouette that defied his masculine frame.
Mu Zhiyu shed his robes with theatrical flair, spinning so the fabric flew outward before settling at his feet. He stood revealed in similar state, his body a study in contrasts—broad shoulders tapering to narrow waist, muscular thighs framing the hint of what lay between.
Mu Yunshu was last, his movements deliberate, teasing. He let the robe catch on his shoulders, drag across his back, slip from his fingers. When it finally fell, he stood before them, a vision of ethereal beauty, his skin flushed with the heat of shame and desire.
The four immortals stood in a line, their bodies on display, their breath coming quick and shallow. The thin inner garments did nothing to hide their forms; rather, they accentuated every curve, hollow, and plane.
Mu Zhiyu’s eyes traveled over Su Muli, then Luo Yuening, his gaze lingering on their perfect proportions, the graceful line of their spines, the gentle swell of their backside. Envy flickered through him, sharp and bitter. “You two are… exquisite,” he managed, his voice rough. “Truly worthy of immortal sovereigns.”
Su Muli’s cheeks burned. He had never been one to accept praise easily, and now, under these circumstances, it felt like mockery. “You flatter us,” he replied, his tone clipped. “Your own form is no less pleasing.”
“Indeed,” Mu Yunshu added, his eyes on Mu Zhiyu’s body, appreciating the width of his shoulders, the strength of his thighs. “You are a vision yourself.”
Mu Zhiyu ducked his head, the flush spreading down his neck. “I am but ordinary compared to such perfection.”
Luo Yuening shifted, uncomfortable with the exchange. “Enough,” he said quietly. “This is no time for compliments.”
Derek and Larry had been watching the exchange, their amusement evident. Now Derek stepped forward, his hand reaching out to cup Su Muli’s buttock through the thin fabric. “Jade-white handsome men indeed,” he mused, squeezing the firm flesh. “Purer than the finest marble, softer than the most precious silk.”
Larry circled behind Luo Yuening again, his hands settling on the immortal’s hips. “And so responsive,” he added, feeling the shiver that ran through Luo Yuening’s body. “They tremble at our touch, yet they do not pull away.”
“They know their place,” Derek agreed. He withdrew his hand and gestured to the floor. “Now, let us see them in a proper pose. Get down, all of you. On your hands and knees.”
The command hung in the air, heavy with implication. Su Muli’s heart hammered against his ribs. His mind screamed refusal, but his body—his treacherous body—began to obey. He lowered himself, his hands touching the cool jade floor, his knees following until he was on all fours.
Beside him, Luo Yuening did the same, his movements mechanical, as if he were watching himself from outside his body. Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu followed, arranging themselves in a row, their backsides raised, their heads bowed.
“Lower,” Derek commanded. “Waist down, backside up. Show us what you are.”
Su Muli’s breath caught, but he complied. He pressed his chest to the floor, arched his spine, and lifted his hips. The position exposed him completely, his backside presented like an offering. The thin garment stretched taut over his curves, outlining every detail.
Luo Yuening mirrored him, the same position making his backside appear rounder, more prominent. He could feel the cool air on his most private places, the fabric creating a damp triangle of warmth where it pressed against his entrance.
Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu completed the tableau, four beautiful backsides raised in supplication, four bodies trembling with anticipation and shame.
“Look at them,” Larry said, his voice carrying a note of genuine appreciation. “Like a nest of jade-white bitches in heat. Perfectly presented, perfectly ready.”
Derek walked behind them, his hand trailing over each presented backside in turn. He squeezed Su Muli’s, watching the flesh yield beneath his fingers. He patted Luo Yuening’s, the sound sharp in the quiet chamber. He cupped Mu Zhiyu’s, testing its weight. He stroked Mu Yunshu’s, feeling the heat radiating from the skin beneath.
“They beg so prettily without words,” he observed.
Larry came to stand behind Su Muli, his massive form casting a shadow over the prostrate immortal. “Shall we give them what they need?”
“Please…” Su Muli heard himself whisper again, the word escaping unbidden. His body burned with need, his back passage aching with emptiness. The anticipation was torture, each second stretching into eternity.
Luo Yuening’s hips moved involuntarily, a slight sway meant to entice. The motion surprised even him, but he could not stop it. His body had its own desires now, separate from his mind. “Please…” he echoed, his voice barely audible.
Mu Zhiyu twisted his hips, his backside undulating in invitation. “We’re ready,” he said, his voice steadier than he felt. “We’ve been ready.”
Mu Yunshu said nothing, but his body spoke for him. He pushed back slightly, his backside rising higher, the fabric stretching tighter across his curves.
Derek moved behind Mu Zhiyu, his hand finding the hem of the inner garment. “Then let us begin.”
With one swift motion, he pulled the garment down, exposing Mu Zhiyu’s backside completely. The skin gleamed, pale and smooth, the crack between his buttocks leading to the hidden entrance beneath. Derek’s hand settled on one cheek, squeezing, spreading, revealing.
Larry followed suit with Mu Yunshu, pulling down his garment and exposing him to the air. The immortal gasped as the cool breeze touched his most sensitive place, the sensation making him shiver.
“Now you,” Derek said to Su Muli and Luo Yuening. “Remove the rest. We would see all of you.”
With trembling hands, Su Muli reached behind himself and pushed his garment down, baring himself completely. Luo Yuening did the same, and soon all four lay exposed, their bodies presented like a feast.
Derek and Larry undressed, their black skin gleaming in the soft light. Their bodies were magnificent in their own way—towering, powerful, every muscle defined and pronounced. And between their legs, their cocks stood erect, thick and dark, the heads glistening with anticipation.
“Look at what awaits you,” Derek said, stroking himself as he stood before the four immortals. “This is what will fill you, stretch you, make you whole.”
Su Muli’s eyes fixed on the organ before him, his mouth going dry. It was massive, far larger than anything he had imagined. The thought of it entering him made his stomach clench with fear and desire in equal measure.
Luo Yuening’s breath caught at the sight. His body responded physically, his back passage clenching with anticipation, a drop of moisture escaping his tip to stain the floor beneath him.
Derek positioned himself behind Su Muli, the head of his cock pressing against the immortal’s entrance. The touch was elec
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The morning light filters through the heavy curtains, casting pale golden stripes across the tangled sheets. The bedroom is a tableau of black and white, limbs intertwined like the roots of ancient trees. Su Muli stirs first, his jade-white body pressed against the massive black chest of Derek, the heat radiating from the man's skin seeping into his own. He feels a dull ache between his legs, a pleasant soreness that reminds him of the night's relentless passion. His lashes flutter as he opens his eyes, catching Luo Yuening's gaze from across the bed, where Larry holds the other immortal sovereign in a similar embrace.
Their eyes meet, and a silent understanding passes between them. Su Muli's cheeks flush with a rosy hue, his heart pounding not with shame, but with a deep, satisfied contentment. He knows, with a clarity that leaves no room for doubt, that he is willing. His body, once untouchable and proud, now craves the dark, possessive touch of these black men. He shifts slightly, feeling the soreness in his back hole, and a small moan escapes his lips. Luo Yuening mirrors his movement, his own body aching with the same delicious fullness, his eyes half-lidded with a feminine satisfaction that he no longer tries to hide.
Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu lie beside them, their slender forms pressed close to each other, their chests rising and falling in the same rhythm. The biological brothers, now sisters in their shared submission, stir slowly. Mu Zhiyu's hand finds his brother's, squeezing gently, a gesture of silent solidarity. Their faces, delicate and beautiful, are flushed with the afterglow of pleasure, their lips slightly swollen from kisses, their hair tousled and damp with sweat. They look at each other, a lazy, knowing smile spreading across their lips. They are happy. They are content. They are owned.
Derek's eyes open, dark and deep as the void. His gaze falls on Su Muli, the jade-white beauty nestled against his chest, and a growl of satisfaction rumbles in his throat. His black hand, massive and rough, slides down the curve of Su Muli's back, tracing the line of his spine, coming to rest on the plush roundness of his buttock. He squeezes gently, feeling the firm flesh yield under his fingers. Su Muli gasps, his body arching into the touch, a soft, breathy moan escaping his lips.
"You are still so tight, little immortal," Derek's voice is low, a gravelly whisper that vibrates through Su Muli's chest. "Last night was not enough for you."
Su Muli's blush deepens, spreading down his neck to his collarbone. He wants to deny it, to maintain some shred of his former aloofness, but his body betrays him. His hips press back against Derek's hand, seeking more contact. "I... I am still sore," he whispers, his voice barely audible, a mixture of complaint and invitation.
Larry, meanwhile, has turned his attention to Luo Yuening. His fingers trail across the immortal's flat stomach, dipping into his navel, then sliding lower to cup his sex. Luo Yuening shivers, a soft mewl catching in his throat. Larry chuckles, a deep, booming sound. "And you, cold moon? Are you sore as well, or do you crave more?"
Luo Yuening's face is a mask of shy embarrassment, his eyes avoiding Larry's gaze. But his voice, when it comes, is a soft, seductive whisper. "I crave... whatever you will give me."
Larry's fingers find the cleft between Luo Yuening's buttocks, pressing gently against the tight pucker of his back hole. The immortal gasps, his body jerking in surprise, but he does not pull away. Instead, he spreads his legs slightly, an invitation. Larry's finger circles the entrance, teasing, pressing just slightly inside. Luo Yuening's breath hitches, his hands gripping the sheets.
Beside them, Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu are already growing restless. The teasing touches, the whispered words, the sight of the other two being played with, it all stokes the fire in their blood. Mu Zhiyu turns in his brother's arms, pressing a kiss to Mu Yunshu's lips. The kiss is soft at first, then deepens, tongues entwining as they taste each other's desire. Mu Yunshu moans against his brother's mouth, his hand sliding down to stroke his brother's thigh.
"Brother," Mu Yunshu murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice thick with lust. "I want more. I want to feel them inside me again."
Mu Zhiyu's eyes are glazed with the same hunger. "Yes," he breathes. "Yes, let us have them."
They turn to face the black men, their bodies trembling with anticipation. Mu Zhiyu crawls forward, positioning himself on all fours, his back arched, his behind presented to Derek. "Please," he says, his voice a mixture of shyness and raw need. "Fuck me. I beg you."
Mu Yunshu follows suit, positioning himself beside his brother, his head bowed, his ass raised high. "And me," he adds, his voice a soft whimper. "I need to be filled."
Su Muli and Luo Yuening watch, their bodies burning with vicarious heat. They have never seen such open, shameless begging for the cock. It stirs something deep within them, a primal ache that demands to be sated. Su Muli's hand drifts down between his own thighs, his fingers brushing against his already wet entrance. A shiver runs through him.
Luo Yuening meets Su Muli's gaze. The pride is gone from their eyes, replaced by a raw, unguarded need. "I want it too," Luo Yuening whispers, his voice cracking slightly. "I want to be fucked. Please."
Derek and Larry share a look, a smirk playing on their lips. They have broken these haughty immortals, turned them into willing, eager little sluts for their cocks. It is a heady feeling, a power that makes their blood run hot.
"Patience," Derek says, his voice a dark caress. "You will all be filled soon enough. But first, let us tend to these eager brothers."
He moves behind Mu Zhiyu, his massive hands gripping the slender hips. He positions his cock, thick and dark against the pale, trembling flesh of the immortal's back hole. He doesn't rush. He lets the head press against the entrance, feels the heat, the tightness. Mu Zhiyu moans, pushing back, trying to force the penetration.
"Please," Mu Zhiyu begs. "Please, I'm ready. I can't wait."
Derek thrusts forward, slowly, watching his cock sink into the tight channel. Mu Zhiyu screams, a high, sharp cry of pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as he feels himself filled. The stretch is overwhelming, a pain-pleasure that makes him gasp. Derek holds still for a moment, letting him adjust, then begins to move, a slow, deep rhythm that drives the immortal wild.
Across from them, Larry has mounted Mu Yunshu in the same position. His cock slides in with a wet sound, the hole already slick from the previous night's abuse. Mu Yunshu sobs with relief, his body clenching around the invading member. "Yes," he moans, his voice a mantra. "Yes, yes, yes."
Su Muli and Luo Yuening watch, their mouths dry, their cocks hard, their back holes aching with emptiness. They crawl closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull of the scene. Mu Zhiyu's face is a mask of ecstasy, his lips parted, his eyes half-closed. He looks beautiful like this, ruined and owned. Mu Yunshu is no different, his body writhing on Larry's cock, his moans filling the air.
Larry reaches out a hand, grabbing Luo Yuening by the hair and pulling him forward. "You want some attention, cold moon?" he grunts, still thrusting into Mu Yunshu. "Suck your brother's cock while I fuck him. Show me how eager you are."
Luo Yuening's face flushes with shame, but his body obeys. He crawls forward, positioning himself between Mu Yunshu's legs, his mouth hovering over the erect, leaking cock. He hesitates for a moment, then opens his mouth and takes it in. The taste of pre-cum and sweat and lust floods his senses. He begins to suck, his tongue swirling around the head, his hand stroking the shaft.
Mu Yunshu groans, his hips bucking forward, fucking his brother's mouth. "Yes," he moans. "Suck me, brother. Suck me hard."
Derek, while still fucking Mu Zhiyu, pulls Su Muli close. His fingers find the other immortal's back hole, already slick with need. He presses two fingers inside, stretching him roughly. Su Muli cries out, his body arching into the intrusion. "Please," he begs. "Please, Derek, fuck me too."
"Shh," Derek says, his voice a soothing growl. "You will have your turn. Let me warm you up first."
His fingers pump in and out, spreading the heat, teasing the sensitive walls. Su Muli's whole body trembles, his eyes fixed on the scene before him—Mu Zhiyu being fucked by Derek, Mu Yunshu being fucked by Larry while Luo Yuening sucks his cock. It is a tableau of pure depravity, a sight that should shock him, but instead, it only makes him hotter.
"You are all such beautiful little sluts," Derek says, his voice a dark amusement. "So refined, so high and mighty, and now you cannot get enough of black cock. What would your subjects say if they could see you now?"
The words are a blow, a humiliation that makes them all moan with a mixture of shame and arousal. Luo Yuening releases Mu Yunshu's cock long enough to reply, his voice a hoarse whisper. "They would say... they would say we are where we belong."
"That is right," Larry says, picking up the pace. "You belong underneath us, being fucked until you can't think, until you can't remember your own names. You are our little bitches now, and you will never go back."
The immortals moan in unison, a chorus of submission. Mu Zhiyu's body begins to spasm as Derek's cock hits that sweet spot inside him, sending waves of pleasure through his entire being. "I'm coming," he shouts. "I'm coming!"
He shoots his load across the sheets, his body convulsing around Derek's cock. Derek does not stop, fucking him through his orgasm, chasing his own pleasure. Mu Zhiyu's moans turn into high-pitched, shrieking cries as the overstimulation pushes him to the edge of madness.
Mu Yunshu follows shortly after, Larry's relentless pounding driving him over the edge. He comes with a scream, his seed splattering onto Luo Yuening's face and chest. Luo Yuening licks his lips, tasting the bitter salt of his brother's cum, and feels a surge of raw, primal hunger.
Derek pulls out of Mu Zhiyu and turns to Su Muli. "On your back," he commands. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."
Su Muli obeys immediately, lying back, spreading his legs wide. Derek positions himself between them, the head of his cock pressing against Su Muli's entrance. He pushes in, a single, smooth thrust that seats himself to the hilt. Su Muli's back arches, his mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure. He is so full, so complete, so owned.
Larry, having finished with Mu Yunshu, turns his attention to Luo Yuening. He pushes the other immortal onto his stomach, lifting his hips into the air. "I am going to fuck you raw," he says, his voice a possessive growl. "And you will love every second of it."
He slides inside Luo Yuening without warning, a brutal, claiming thrust. Luo Yuening's scream is muffled against the sheets, his hands fisting in the fabric as he is taken. His body surrenders completely, his muscles relaxing to welcome the intrusion.
The room is filled with the sounds of sex—wet slaps, moans, grunts, the creaking of the bed. The four immortals are lost in a haze of pleasure, their minds empty of everything but the need to be filled, to be fucked, to be owned. The black men drive into them without mercy, their cocks stretching the tight back holes, their hands gripping the pale flesh, their voices spilling degrading words that only heighten the ecstasy.
"Look at you," Derek says, his breath hot against Su Muli's ear. "So beautiful, so broken. You were a god, and now you are nothing but a hole for my cock."
Su Muli moans in response, his words lost in the pleasure. He can feel his climax building, a pressure that threatens to consume him. "Please," he begs. "Please, may I come?"
"You want to come?" Derek asks, his voice a wicked tease.
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That morning, the sun had climbed high into the sky before the thick, musky air within the chambers began to clear. The four ethereal beings, Su Muli and Luo Yuening alongside their companions, lay tangled in the disheveled silken sheets, their bodies still trembling from the relentless onslaught of the morning. Derek and Larry, the two colossal black figures from the desolate Black Domain, rose from the bed like mountains shifting, their glossy black skin gleaming with a sheen of exertion. They stretched their massive frames, knotted muscles bunching and rolling beneath the surface, and looked down at the four prone figures with dark, satisfied gazes.
Su Muli’s fair, lustrous skin was flushed a delicate pink, his slender, delicate body curling inward as if to shield himself from the lingering memory of their masters’ touch. His narrow shoulders trembled, his waist soft and yielding, and his breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. Beside him, Luo Yuening lay with his stunningly seductive face half-buried in the pillow, his cold, captivating features softened by exhaustion and shame. Both were beings of supreme celestial power, yet here they lay, reduced to quivering vessels of base pleasure.
Derek grunted, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the very floor. “Enough lying about like sated she-cats. Up, all of you.”
Larry laughed, a booming, arrogant sound. “Aye, we’ve wrung you dry this morning, but there’s more to come. You will learn to serve properly, not just beneath us.”
Su Muli’s eyes fluttered open, a flicker of defiance passing through them before it was buried under a wave of exhaustion and something deeper—a reluctant acceptance. He forced his limbs to move, sliding from the bed with a grace that belied his trembling muscles. Luo Yuening followed, his movements fluid, though a faint blush crept up his neck.
Derek clapped his hands together, the sound like a thunderclap. “Liu Yan! Come!”
A slender figure entered, gliding through the doorway with a practiced, feminine sway. Liu Yan was lithe and graceful, his movements soft, his hair pinned up in an elegant style. He wore a simple robe that clung to his form, and his face bore the gentle, submissive expression of one long accustomed to servitude. He was a man, yet his every gesture spoke of femininity, of a spirit that had been shaped and broken and remolded into a perfect vessel of female grace.
Liu Yan bowed low, his voice sweet and deferential. “Masters, you summoned.”
Larry gestured broadly at the four celestial beings. “These four need training. Proper training. Teach them how to walk, how to stand, how to dance. Teach them how to serve a man’s needs. They are to become perfect female slaves.”
Liu Yan’s eyes swept over the four, a flicker of appreciation in his gaze. They were beautiful, painfully so, with features that could make even a goddess weep with envy. Yet their postures were stiff, their bearing still carrying the remnants of celestial pride. He smiled softly, a knowing, almost maternal smile. “It will be my honor, masters. I shall teach them everything they need to know.”
Over the following days, the chambers became a school of submission. Liu Yan taught with gentle patience, yet his words were sharp as knives, cutting away the remnants of their former selves.
“Stand with your feet together, toes slightly inward,” Liu Yan instructed, guiding Su Muli’s posture with a light touch. “Your shoulders back, your chest out. And your hands—place them demurely before you, one atop the other. Yes, like that. You must look soft, approachable, inviting.”
Su Muli’s jaw tightened. Every fiber of his being screamed against this demeaning transformation. Yet as he adjusted his posture, he felt a strange, unsettling rightness in the pose. It made his waist seem slimmer, his figure more enticing. He caught Luo Yuening’s eye across the room, and saw the same conflict mirrored there—the war between immortal pride and the creeping allure of submission.
Liu Yan moved to Luo Yuening next, adjusting his hips with a firm, professional touch. “You must sway when you walk, lightly, as if your steps are a melody. Let your hips lead, your body follow. It is not clumsy; it is art. Watch.”
Liu Yan demonstrated, taking a few steps across the room with a fluid, hypnotic grace that made the silks of his robe whisper against the floor. The four watched, fascinated despite themselves.
“Now you,” Liu Yan said, his eyes on Luo Yuening.
Luo Yuening took a breath, then stepped forward. His first attempt was stiff, awkward, and Liu Yan tsked softly. “No, no. Relax your body. You are not marching into battle. You are gliding into a man’s arms. Try again.”
The second attempt was better, and by the fifth, Luo Yuening’s hips were swaying with a natural, alluring rhythm that made Su Muli’s breath catch. There was something dangerously beautiful about the sight.
Days turned into weeks. They practiced dancing, learning to move their bodies in languid, sensual arcs. They practiced serving—how to pour tea with a bowed head and a demure glance, how to kneel and offer a cup without spilling a drop, how to respond to a master’s call with a soft, willing voice.
Liu Yan often watched them with a teasing smile. “You four are the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen,” he would say, his voice carrying a note of genuine admiration and gentle mockery. “Such proud, celestial faces, now learning to be proper little dolls. It warms my heart. Your masters are lucky men.”
Su Muli’s face flushed crimson each time. He would avert his eyes, unable to meet Liu Yan’s gaze, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Luo Yuening would bite his lower lip, a gesture that had become habitual, a shield against the flood of shame and reluctant pleasure that these lessons stirred within him.
“Your eyelashes flutter so prettily when you’re embarrassed,” Liu Yan would tease further, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Su Muli’s face. “Truly, you were born to be a beloved consort.”
At night, the training continued under Derek and Larry. The two black men would call for them, and the four would enter the chamber, their steps now carrying that practiced sway, their heads bowed demurely.
Derek would look them over, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. “You are learning well. Your bodies have become works of art, made for our pleasure.”
Larry would gesture for Su Muli to approach, and Su Muli would glide to his side, kneeling gracefully, his hands folded in his lap. Larry placed a massive hand on his head, fingers threading through his silken hair. “You are a natural-born beauty, my little immortal. Every line of your body screams desire.”
Su Muli’s breath hitched. He wanted to deny it, to push away the words, but they stirred something deep within him—a warmth that spread through his belly, making his limbs feel weak. He leaned into the touch involuntarily, his eyes fluttering half-closed.
Luo Yuening watched from his own position beside Derek, a similar scene unfolding. Derek’s rough hands traced the curve of his waist, pulling him closer until he was pressed against the man’s massive chest.
“And you,” Derek murmured, his voice a low growl in Luo Yuening’s ear. “You have the face of a celestial maiden and the heart of a devoted lover. I can feel your heartbeat quicken. You enjoy this, don’t you? Being wanted so completely.”
Luo Yuening’s face burned, his cheeks flushed with shame and a traitorous heat. He wanted to speak, to deny, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, a soft, unintentional moan escaped his lips, a sound so delicate and wanting that it made Derek chuckle.
“See?” the black man said, his hand sliding lower. “Your body knows its place, even if your mind still struggles.”
Su Muli, hearing that moan, felt a shiver run through him. He looked over at Luo Yuening, meeting his eyes for a brief moment. In that glance, they shared an understanding—a recognition that the line between resistance and surrender had blurred beyond repair.
Time continued its relentless march, and the four celestial beings found themselves changing in ways that went beyond mere posture. Their words became softer, their gestures more delicate. Su Muli would catch himself tilting his head in a coy manner when speaking, or letting his hand rest lightly on his chest as if to draw attention to the curve of his form. Luo Yuening’s voice, once cold and commanding, now carried a gentle lilt, a subtext of warmth and invitation.
It was during this period of transformation that Su Muli and Luo Yuening felt a shift deep within their immortal cores. The love tribulation that had bound them, that had stripped them of their power and left them vulnerable, began to yield its mysteries. As they surrendered more fully to their roles, to the emotions that tangled and twisted within them, a clarity emerged. They understood the tribulation now—it was not a punishment, but a test of surrender. To love, to yield, to become one with desire without losing oneself.
One evening, as the sun set in a blaze of orange and gold, they sat in silent meditation. A ripple of energy passed through them, and suddenly, their cultivation surged back, fuller and stronger than before. Power flooded their meridians, their bodies glowing with an ethereal light.
Derek and Larry, who had been lounging nearby, sat up, their eyes widening. The four before them shimmered, their beauty intensifying until it was almost painful to behold. Su Muli’s skin seemed to glow from within, his features softening into an otherworldly perfection. Luo Yuening’s cold, captivating face grew even more mesmerizing, a delicate flush coloring his cheeks. They had become peerless celestial maidens, so beautiful that even the heavens might weep.
Larry let out a low whistle. “Well, well. You’ve shed your old skins and become something even more exquisite.”
Derek’s eyes gleamed with renewed hunger. “And yet, despite your power, you kneel before us still.”
It was true. Though their cultivation had returned, though they could have shattered the walls of this chamber with a thought, they remained on their knees. Their minds were clear, sharper than they had been in months, and yet a profound understanding rooted them in place. The female mark, the vow they had taken, pulsed within them, but it was no longer a chain. It was a choice.
That night, they served as bed warmers once more, their movements now imbued with a grace and sensuality that bordered on divine. Su Muli lay beneath Larry, his slender body arching upward, a soft, melodic moan filling the room. “Master… ah… your touch… it sets me ablaze…”
Larry growled, his massive hands gripping Su Muli’s hips. “You’ve become a perfect little vessel, my supreme beauty. Every gasp, every tremble—you are made for this.”
Beside them, Luo Yuening rode Derek with a rhythm that was both desperate and controlled. His head was thrown back, his neck exposed, a sheen of sweat making his skin gleam. “Master… yes… oh… right there… please…”
Derek’s laughter was dark and satisfied. “The mighty immortal of the celestial realm, begging like the sweetest slut. I could keep you here forever.”
Within the heat of their passion, a decision crystallized. Later, when the night had quieted and the two black men lay sleeping, Su Muli and Luo Yuening sat together in the dim moonlight.
“We cannot go back,” Su Muli whispered, his voice carrying a strange peace.
Luo Yuening nodded, his expression soft. “No. Our paths have changed. The love tribulation has shown us the truth—that surrender is not weakness. It is union.”
“I am willing,” Su Muli said, and his voice did not waver. “I will remain a slave beneath my master, a vessel for his pleasure. My heart is moved. I wish to confess.”
Luo Yuening reached out, taking his hand. “Then we confess together.”
The next morning, as Derek and Larry prepared to depart for a journey to the Central Plains, the four celestial bein
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CHAPTER 41
The moon hung low, casting silver beams across the desolate path where six figures now stood in uneasy silence. Derek's massive frame loomed like a shadowed monument, his dark eyes fixed upon Su Muli with an intensity that made the immortal's breath catch. Larry stood beside him, equally imposing, his broad chest rising and falling as he surveyed the two ethereal beauties before him.
"You two," Derek's voice rumbled deep from his chest, a sound like distant thunder rolling across plains, "lead us somewhere secluded. Somewhere we can have proper fun with you."
Su Muli felt heat rise to his cheeks, the pale skin flushing pink under the moonlight. He cast a quick glance toward Luo Yuening, finding his companion's face similarly colored with embarrassment. The immortal's slender fingers twisted together nervously, his narrow shoulders drawing inward as if to make himself smaller beneath Derek's penetrating gaze.
"I... I know a place," Su Muli whispered, his voice barely audible, carrying a tremor that betrayed his inner turmoil. He dared not meet Derek's eyes, instead fixing his gaze upon the ground, watching his own shadow stretch long and thin across the dusty earth.
Luo Yuening stepped closer, his soft waist swaying slightly as he moved. He pressed his lips together, the gesture both hesitant and yielding. "There is a mountain hollow not far from here," he added, his voice carrying that same shy quality, "hidden among the cliffs. None travel there."
Larry chuckled, the sound warm and deep. "Good girls. Show us the way."
The word 'girls' made Su Muli's stomach flutter with a strange mixture of shame and something else he dared not name. He turned, his robes brushing against the ground as he began walking, Luo Yuening falling into step beside him. Behind them, the heavy footsteps of Derek and Larry followed, accompanied by the softer footfalls of Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu, who had been summoned to join them.
The path wound through twisted trees and around massive boulders, the moonlight filtering through sparse leaves to create dancing patterns upon the ground. Su Muli's heart pounded against his ribs, each beat echoing in his ears. He could feel Derek's gaze upon him, boring into his back, making his skin prickle with awareness.
They reached the hollow just as clouds drifted across the moon, plunging the area into deeper shadow. The space was enclosed by jagged cliffs on three sides, forming a natural chamber open only to the sky. Wild vines hung from the rock faces, and the ground was covered with soft moss that seemed to invite them to rest.
"We are here," Su Muli said softly, turning to face the two black men. His hands hung at his sides, fingers twitching nervously.
Derek surveyed the space with approval. "This will do." He gestured toward Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu. "You two. Set up a barrier. Make sure no one disturbs us."
Mu Zhiyu bowed, his movements fluid and graceful. "As my master commands." He raised his hands, and pale light gathered at his fingertips, spreading outward in a shimmering dome that enclosed the entire hollow. The barrier pulsed once, then faded from sight, though its presence could still be felt as a subtle pressure against the skin.
Larry moved first, his large hand reaching out to grasp Su Muli's slender wrist. The contrast between them was stark—black skin against pale, massive fingers wrapped around delicate bones. Su Muli gasped softly, his body tensing, but he did not pull away.
"Come here," Larry said, pulling the immortal closer. His other hand came up to cup Su Muli's face, tilting it upward. "Look at me."
Su Muli raised his eyes reluctantly, meeting Larry's gaze. The dark orbs held a hunger that made his heart skip. He felt small, vulnerable, and yet there was a strange thrill in that vulnerability.
Behind them, Derek had taken Luo Yuening similarly, his arms wrapping around the immortal's slender waist, pulling him back against his massive chest. Luo Yuening's breath hitched, his body pressing against Derek's solid form.
"Such delicate creatures," Derek murmured against Luo Yuening's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down the immortal's spine. "Like fine porcelain. Beautiful, but meant to be handled."
Luo Yuening's hands came up, trembling, to rest upon Derek's arms. "We... we are at your mercy," he whispered, the words tasting of honey and shame.
Su Muli watched his companion, saw the way Luo Yuening's body softened against Derek's, the way his head fell back to rest upon the massive shoulder. He felt Larry's hands moving over his own body, exploring the curves and planes hidden beneath his robes.
"So slim," Larry said, his fingers tracing along Su Muli's collarbone. "Like you'd break if I squeezed too hard."
"I am stronger than I appear," Su Muli replied, though his voice lacked conviction.
Larry laughed. "We'll see about that."
The robes fell away, pooling around Su Muli's feet. The night air kissed his bare skin, raising goosebumps along his arms and chest. He stood there, exposed, feeling the weight of four pairs of eyes upon him. Luo Yuening was similarly bared, his pale skin luminous in the faint light.
Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu had moved to the edges of the barrier, their task complete, but their eyes remained fixed upon the scene unfolding before them. Derek beckoned them closer.
"Join us," he commanded. "Tonight, we all play together."
The next moments blurred into a haze of sensation and surrender. Su Muli found himself on his hands and knees upon the soft moss, the cool earth grounding him. Larry knelt behind him, massive hands gripping his hips, and the first thrust stole his breath away.
"Ah—!" The cry escaped his lips before he could stop it, a sound of shock and pleasure intertwined.
"That's it," Larry growled, his voice rough. "Let me hear you."
Su Muli's knuckles whitened as he gripped the moss beneath him. Each movement sent waves of sensation through his body, pleasure sparking along his nerves like lightning. He could hear Luo Yuening nearby, his companion's moans rising in counterpoint to his own, a symphony of shame and ecstasy.
"Oh, heavens... oh, please..." Luo Yuening's voice broke, tears streaming down his cheeks as Derek took him from behind. His slender body rocked with each thrust, his mind spinning between the desire to resist and the overwhelming need to yield.
"Please what?" Derek demanded, his pace unrelenting. "Tell me what you want, little immortal."
"I want... I want to be yours," Luo Yuening gasped, the words torn from the deepest part of him. "To be your... your bitch."
Derek's laugh was dark and satisfied. "I knew it. You were made for this."
Su Muli heard the words, and something within him cracked open. He thought of his pride, his millennia of cultivation, his position among the immortals. All of it seemed distant now, meaningless in the face of this raw, primal connection.
"I, too," he heard himself say, his voice barely a whisper. "I am your bitch. Forever."
Larry's pace quickened, his grip tightening. "Say it again."
"I am your bitch," Su Muli repeated, louder this time, the words burning his throat yet freeing something inside him. "I exist only to serve you. To be used by you."
"Yes," Larry hissed, his body tensing. "Forever."
The hours passed in a haze of pleasure and submission. Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu were brought into the frenzy, their bodies used alongside the two immortals. The hollow echoed with moans and cries, with whispers of surrender and vows of eternal servitude.
By the time dawn painted the sky in shades of rose and gold, the six lay tangled together upon the moss, bodies glistening with sweat. Su Muli rested his head upon Larry's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. Luo Yuening was curled against Derek's side, his eyes closed, a soft smile upon his lips.
The moment of peace was brief. As the sun rose higher, Derek sat up, reaching for a small leather pouch at his side. He opened it, revealing a set of delicate silver rings, each attached to a fine chain.
"Time for your new adornments," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Su Muli's eyes widened as he recognized the rings for what they were—nipple rings, crafted for permanent wear. His hand flew to his chest, covering his bare nipple protectively.
"Must we?" he asked, though even as the words left his mouth, he knew the answer.
Derek's gaze was firm. "You said you were ours forever. This is a symbol of that bond."
Luo Yuening swallowed hard, his own hand moving to his chest. "It will hurt," he said softly.
"Only for a moment," Larry replied, taking the ring from Derek's hand. "And then you will wear it with pride."
Su Muli watched as Larry approached, the silver ring gleaming in the morning light. His body trembled, every instinct screaming at him to flee, but he remained still. He had surrendered. There was no going back.
Larry knelt before him, his large fingers surprisingly gentle as they touched Su Muli's chest. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stimulating it until the sensitive flesh hardened. Su Muli gasped, his body responding despite his nervousness.
"Deep breath," Larry instructed.
Su Muli complied, drawing in a lungful of air. In that moment, Larry pressed the ring through, the sharp sting of the piercing making Su Muli cry out. Pain blossomed across his chest, white-hot, then faded to a dull ache as the ring settled into place.
"There," Larry said, his voice satisfied. "Beautiful."
Su Muli looked down, seeing the silver ring adorning his nipple, the fine chain hanging down to brush against his skin. It was foreign, alien, and yet... it felt right. He touched it gingerly, wincing at the tenderness.
Derek performed the same service for Luo Yuening, his movements careful yet firm. Luo Yuening bit his lip, tears streaming down his cheeks, but he did not resist. When it was done, he looked at the ring upon his own chest, a strange pride mingling with his shame.
Mu Zhiyu and Mu Yunshu received their rings in turn, each enduring the piercing with varying degrees of stoicism. When all four were adorned, Derek and Larry stepped back to admire their handiwork.
"Perfect," Derek declared. "You were born to wear these."
Su Muli felt heat rise to his cheeks once more. He lowered his head, unable to meet Derek's gaze. "We... we are grateful," he murmured, the words tasting strange upon his tongue.
Luo Yuening echoed the sentiment, his voice equally soft. "Thank you, masters."
Larry laughed. "Masters. I like that."
Derek moved closer to Su Muli, tilting his chin up with one finger. "How does it feel, immortal sovereign, to be a dog producing milk for her masters?"
The words struck Su Muli like a blow. Humiliation surged through him, dark and suffocating. He thought of who he had been—proud, aloof, untouchable—and who he was now, kneeling before these men, pierced and marked, reduced to a beast of pleasure.
But even as the shame threatened to overwhelm him, something else stirred within. A strange acceptance. A yielding.
"It feels... right," he whispered, his voice cracking. "It feels as though I have finally found my place."
Luo Yuening pressed closer to him, their shoulders touching. "We were always meant to serve," he added, his voice steadier than Su Muli's. "We simply did not know it until now."
Derek and Larry exchanged glances, satisfaction gleaming in their eyes.
"Good girls," Derek said. "Now, we have much to discuss."
After some teasing and banter, the atmosphere in the hollow shifted. Derek looked out beyond the barrier, his gaze distant.
"Do you remember the handsome men we saw along the road?" he asked Larry.
Larry nodded. "Many. All fair-skinned and beautiful."
Derek turned back to Su Muli and Luo Yuening. "You two will use your skills to help us train them. Make them as you have become—willing, obedient bitches."
Su Muli's heart clenched. The humiliation from earlier still lingered, fresh and pa
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