Chapter 747 - 723:
"Ugh..." Dian Ling suddenly gasped for air. Ye Chen’s penetration was deep and nearly too much for her to bear. Through gritted teeth, Dian Ling said, "Emperor, please be gentle, it really hurts!"
Ye Chen hadn’t expected Dian Ling to still be playing her role, so he decided to go along with it, continuing to drive deeply as Dian Ling gritted her teeth under Ye Chen’s weight and force. Ye Chen was ruthlessly pressing down, his lower abdomen fiercely colliding with Dian Ling’s perky butt.
Slap slap slap...
Sounds of smacking filled the room, like a symphony. Dian Ling became Ye Chen’s imperial concubine, and Ye Chen was utterly emperor-like, treating his woman without any restraint. In the ancient feudal society, women had the least status, especially as an emperor’s woman. They might seem glorious from the outside, but in front of the emperor, they were the most abused, having to endure all sorts of torment from him.
It was one thing to deal with a mentally stable emperor but encountering those psychopathic types probably meant getting tormented beyond recognition.
Ye Chen, that guy, was about seventeen or eighteen centimeters long, going in all at once as if a pipe with a diameter of four or five centimeters were fiercely thrust in—it was truly uncomfortable. Moreover, Dian Ling hadn’t done this for a long time, so that area was somewhat swollen, that tight feeling of fullness was intense.
Dian Ling felt as if she was walking in clouds and mist, from initial discomfort to gradual adaptation until the painful sensations were completely replaced by a numbing pleasure. Every one of Ye Chen’s power thrusts brought her an exhilarating thrill.
"Faster, faster!" Dian Ling screamed wildly, if it weren’t for the good soundproofing of the room, probably the entire villa could hear her screams.
"I’ll leave you unsatisfied!" Ye Chen lifted Dian Ling, supporting her butt with his hands while Dian Ling wrapped her arms around Ye Chen’s neck and her legs around his waist, allowing for a deeper penetration and more friction on sensitive spots.
The two moved from the head of the bed to the carpet, from the carpet to the imperial concubine chair, to the sofa... every corner of the room turned into their battleground, crazily like a pair of mortal enemies. Finally, with her hands on the windowsill, butt presented, and Ye Chen holding her slender waist from behind, he penetrated her from the back, sprinkling all over Dian Ling’s pale, perky butt, the hot substance slowly trickling down her porcelain skin.