Chapter 172: Talking To Sexy Palace Mistress Jiu Lan
Wang Li’s hand slid down to caress Palace Mistress Jiu Lan’s buttocks, his touch firm and possessive. With a sudden motion, he smacked her buttocks, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet tent. Jiu Lan gasped, a mix of surprise and pleasure flashing across her face.
“It’s a good thing you’ve submitted to me,” Wang Li said, his voice a husky murmur. “Otherwise, I would have just had to work harder. I wouldn’t have stopped until you surrendered completely.”
Jiu Lan stared at him, her lips parted in shock. His audacity was infuriating, yet the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, stirred something deep within her. She let out a resigned sigh, shaking her head slightly. “You really are a rascal,” she muttered, her voice tinged with a strange mixture of annoyance and affection. “But for some reason, I can’t bring myself to hate you.”
Wang Li’s lips curved into a triumphant smile as he leaned in, his face inches from hers. “I’m glad to hear that, Palace Mistress,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “Now, let’s continue. There are still many rounds to enjoy.”
With that, Wang Li wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he began their second round. The tent was soon filled with the sounds of their passion, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Each thrust, each kiss, was a symphony of pleasure, a dance that neither of them wanted to end.
Round after round, they lost themselves in the ecstasy of their union. Wang Li’s hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her with a possessive hunger. Jiu Lan’s moans grew louder, her body arching in response to his every touch. She had never experienced such intense pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.
As they reached their sixth round, Wang Li’s pace slowed, his movements becoming more deliberate, more tender. He gazed down at Jiu Lan, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and affection. “You’re incredible, Palace Mistress,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Jiu Lan’s heart swelled at his words, a sense of pride and satisfaction washing over her. She reached up, her fingers trailing along his jaw as she whispered, “And I can’t get enough of you, Wang Li. Please, don’t stop.”
He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent shivers down her spine. “I have no intention of stopping, my dear,” he promised. “Not until you’ve experienced every ounce of pleasure I can give you.”
With renewed vigor, Wang Li continued their passionate dance, each round blending seamlessly into the next. The tent was filled with their shared moans, their bodies entwined in a never-ending embrace. The intensity of their lovemaking only grew, each climax building on the last until they were both trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction.
By the time they reached their twelfth round, the sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow through the tent. Jiu Lan’s body was spent, her muscles quivering from the exertion. She lay beneath Wang Li, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Despite her exhaustion, a sense of contentment and fulfillment radiated from her.
Wang Li brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle and affectionate. “You’re mine, Jiu Lan,” he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive tenderness. “Completely and utterly mine.”
She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I am yours, Wang Li. Completely.”
In that moment, any lingering resistance within her dissolved, replaced by a deep-seated acceptance of her new reality. She had been conquered, not just physically but emotionally as well. The pleasure she had experienced with Wang Li was unlike anything she had ever known, and she found herself craving more.
Wang Li pulled her into his arms, holding her close as they basked in the afterglow of their passion. “Rest now, my beautiful Palace Mistress,” he whispered, his lips pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “We have all the time in the world to continue our journey together.”
Jiu Lan nodded, her eyes drifting closed as she nestled against his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart was a soothing lullaby, lulling her into a peaceful slumber. For the first time in a long while, she felt truly at peace, her heart and mind at ease.
As the afternoon sun cast its gentle rays over the Jade Lotus Palace camp, Wang Li held Jiu Lan close, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He had achieved his goal of conquering this sexy woman.
Palace Mistress Jiu Lan lay quietly in Wang Li’s arms, the afterglow of their passionate encounter still lingering in the air. She turned her gaze to him, a question weighing heavily on her mind. “Wang Li,” she began, her voice soft, “what should I tell my disciple, Liu Xue, about us? She’s dear to me and knowing that her master has also become your… mistress would truly shock her. It would make her unhappy, and I don’t wish to cause her any distress.”
Wang Li’s lips curved into a sly smile. “That’s entirely up to you, my dear Palace Mistress,” he whispered, his hand slipping beneath the sheets to fondle her large breasts. “You could keep this our little secret… provided you keep me satisfied.” His breath was hot against her ear, a clear implication behind his words. “Otherwise, I might accidentally let this ‘secret’ slip to Liu Xue.”
Jiu Lan’s eyes flashed with frustration. “You truly are insatiable, aren’t you?” she murmured, half in disbelief, half in resignation. “Even now, you still want more from me.”
Wang Li chuckled, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin. “That’s how it should be,” he replied, his lips capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss.
For a while, the tent was filled with the sounds of their renewed passion, Wang Li exploring her body with a practiced touch that left Jiu Lan breathless. He teased and tormented her, his hands and lips tracing paths of pleasure over her skin until she was writhing beneath him, her body arching in response to his every touch.
Finally, he pulled back, a satisfied smile on his face. “That’s enough for today,” he said, his tone firm yet affectionate. “We’ll continue tomorrow. Take care of your body, Jiu Lan. Don’t get injured again, or I’ll have to punish you. And I’ll start with those delightful smacks on your curvy buttocks.”
Jiu Lan’s heart skipped a beat at his words. The idea of his punishment, starting with those smacks on her curvy buttocks, sent a thrill through her. Despite herself, she felt a flush of heat spreading through her body. “I’ll be careful,” she promised, nodding her head.
She never imagined that she would submit to a man like Wang Li, whom she had once considered a depraved bastard. Truly, life was unpredictable.
Wang Li leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Good,” he murmured. “Now, let’s get cleaned up.”
Wang Li unsealed her spiritual energy, allowing it to flow freely once more.
Using their spiritual energies, they cleansed their bodies, the grime and sweat of their passionate encounter vanishing in an instant. Once they were both fresh and clean, they reached into their Spatial Rings, pulling out elegant clothing. Wang Li dressed in a rich, dark robe embroidered with intricate patterns, while Jiu Lan chose a flowing gown of white color, its fabric shimmering in the light.
As they finished dressing, Wang Li turned to her. “You should go and speak with Palace Mistress Gao Ming. She must be waiting for you.”
Jiu Lan nodded, a sense of duty returning to her as she adjusted the sash of her gown. “I will,” she said, her voice steady. “Take care, Wang Li.”
He smiled, a hint of possessiveness in his eyes. “You too, Jiu Lan.”
With a final glance, Jiu Lan left the infirmary tent, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. As she stepped out into the sunlight, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the meeting ahead. Despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her, she knew she had to maintain her composure.
The camp was bustling with activity, disciples from both the Jade Lotus Palace and the Emerald Sea Palace going about their duties. Jiu Lan made her way through the camp, her presence commanding respect and attention. As she approached the central pavilion, she saw Palace Mistress Gao Ming waiting for her, a look of concern on her face.
“Jiu Lan,” Gao Ming greeted her, her tone warm yet formal. “I heard you were injured. How are you feeling?”
Jiu Lan smiled, bowing slightly. “I am much better now, thanks to Elder Wang Li’s healing touch. The injuries were more severe than I anticipated, but he took care of them.”
Gao Ming nodded, her expression relieved. “That’s good to hear. We were worried about you. The battle against the Soul Integration Realm Beast Lords must have been intense.”
“It was,” Jiu Lan admitted. “But we managed to overcome them. Now, we must prepare for the battles ahead. The Shadow Blade Sect and the Blood Chain Sect will not wait.”
Gao Ming’s eyes hardened with determination. “Indeed. We must be ready. But first, let’s discuss our strategy.”
The two Palace Mistresses walked together towards the pavilion, their minds already focused on the challenges ahead. Despite the turmoil in her personal life, Jiu Lan knew she had to remain strong. The future of their sects depended on it.
As they discussed their plans, Jiu Lan’s thoughts occasionally drifted back to Wang Li. His touch, his words, the way he had claimed her – it all lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of the man who had changed her life in ways she never expected. But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. There would be time enough to deal with her feelings later.
For now, the fate of the Jade Lotus Palace and the Emerald Sea Palace rested in their hands, and Jiu Lan was determined to do whatever it took to ensure their survival and success.
