Chapter 328: Lin Ruoli’s Submission

The kiss was the end of the war. It was brutal, possessive, and total. The taste of him—a mix of that poisoned wine, his own sheer arrogance, and the coppery tang of her own blood from where he’d bitten her lip—was a brand on her very soul. When he finally pulled back, Lin Ruoli’s mind was just… gone.

It wasn’t just blank. It was a shattered mirror, all the sharp, clever, and strategic pieces of her personality, her very self, were just glittering, useless fragments. All the fight, all the pride, all the strategy… it was completely broken. She just panted, her lips swollen, her eyes wide and empty.

Alaric pulled back, his own breathing heavy, his chest heaving. His ruby eyes weren’t just burning; they were twin coals from a deep, raging forge, lit with a manic, hungry fire that had only just been stoked.

He wasn’t done. He was just getting started.

“That…” he panted, a cruel, triumphant smile spreading across his face. “Was the appetizer.”

“Appetizer…?” she whispered, the word a meaningless puff of air.

’He’s… he’s insane,’ her mind whispered from a very, very far distance. ’He’s a complete madman.’

He didn’t say another word. He didn’t need to. He just stood her up on her wobbly, trembling legs. She stood there, naked, a prize he’d already won, swaying on her bare feet like a newborn foal.

Then, he started tearing at his own clothes.

There was no slow, sensual stripping. There was no romance. It was an angry, efficient movement, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the silent, sleeping room. Shhhrk! The fine silk of his shirt tore open, the buttons popping off and scattering across the stone floor like tiny, discarded pearls.

“Too many… damn… buttons,” he snarled, his voice a low, rough growl.

He kicked off his boots, one after the other. Thud. Thud. He tore at the fastenings of his trousers, his movements all sharp, angry energy.

And then… he was free.

Lin Ruoli’s blank, empty gaze dropped. It fell upon him, and her mind, even in its broken, shattered state, registered one, single, horrifying fact.

’Gods… it’s… it’s huge.’

Her mind, in a flash of pure, terrified clarity, flashed to the Emperor. To that night of her violation.

’Huang Long’s… it’s not… it’s nothing compared to this. This man’s cock… it makes the Emperor’s look like a child’s toy. It’s a weapon.’

That single, terrifying observation was the last coherent thought she had.

Before she could even process it, he shoved her.

It wasn’t a gentle push. It was a hard, flat-palmed shove to her chest that sent her stumbling backward.

“Ah!” she cried out, her legs, which felt like wet noodles, completely giving out from under her. She crashed onto the hard, cold stone floor, the impact jarring her teeth.

’No gentleness…’ she thought, the shock of the cold stone on her bare back and buttocks sending a jolt of pain through her. ’This isn’t love… this is… this is punishment.’

He was on her in an instant, a shadow blocking out the candlelight, his body a wall of heat and muscle. He landed between her legs, his knees forcing them apart with a brutal, uncaring pressure. His intentions were as clear as glass.

A last, final, pathetic shred of defiance flared up. She put her hands on his chest, a gesture as weak as a kitten.

“No,” she gasped, the word a final, desperate plea. “Please… don’t…”

Alaric just looked down at her, his face a mask of pure, dominant lust. “Too late for ’please,’ my dear.”

“It’ll kill me,” she whispered, her eyes wide with terror as he loomed over her. “I can’t… you’re too big… Please…”

“You’ll be fine,” he grunted, his voice a low, rough thing. “Or you won’t. I’m past caring.”

He didn’t listen. He didn’t care. He just grabbed her ankles, yanking her legs farther apart, pulling her hips toward him. He lined himself up, his massive, thick cockhead pressing against her, hot and slick.

She wasn’t ready. She was dry with terror.

He didn’t ease in. He didn’t prepare her.

He just… thrust.

One brutal, unstoppable, pounding thrust that felt like it was tearing her in two.

“AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!”

It was a scream of pure, sharp, tearing pain. The force of it was so great it lifted her hips clean off the floor, her body arching in a silent rictus of agony. She felt… split. Torn.

“Ggghh…” Alaric grunted, his eyes squeezing shut for a second at the sheer, unyielding tightness. “Tight…”

Tears streamed from her eyes, hot and fast. “It hurts,” she sobbed, her voice a broken thing. “Gods… it hurts… stop… stop!”

“It’s supposed to,” he growled, his voice a guttural command. “Shut up and take it.”

But beneath the searing, white-hot pain, there was a horrifying, unwanted flicker of… fullness. A sensation so deep and so wrong it made her want to vomit. He was so much bigger than her husband, so much bigger than the Emperor. He was stretching her like a new wineskin, filling every single, empty, terrified part of her.

He didn’t give her a moment to adjust. He pulled back, almost all the way out, the feeling of him leaving an agonizing emptiness, and then he slammed back into her.

“Ah!” she cried out, her body jolting. “Stop! Please!”

SLAM.

“See?” he grunted, a cruel, mocking smile on his lips. “You’re fine.”

SLAM.

“Bao…” she wept, the name a broken prayer. “Forgive me… ah!”

He started pounding into her. His rhythm was like a war drum—fast, ruthless, and without a single trace of mercy. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The wet, percussive sound of his flesh hitting hers, of his balls slapping against her, echoed in the chamber.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled.

“No… it hurts…”

“Liar. Look at me. Open your eyes!”

She squeezed them shut, the tears leaking from under her lids. “No… I can’t…”

“I said… look at me!” He grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her to look at him as he wrecked her.

His eyes were burning coals, and his face was a mask of pure, dominant lust. “You’re mine now, Ruoli. You understand? Mine. Not his. Not the Emperor’s. Mine.”

“You… monster…” she sobbed, her body jerking with every single, pounding thrust. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“That’s right,” he panted, his rhythm speeding up. “I’m your monster. And you fucking love it.”

“No… I… oh, gods…”

He was right. God help her, he was right. The pain, the sharp, tearing agony, was fading. It was being replaced by a rolling, thunderous wave of pleasure. A pleasure so dark, so violent, and so overwhelming that it was even more terrifying than the pain had been.

“You’re so wet for me,” he taunted. “Your body knows who its master is.”

“Please… Alaric… ah…!”

He just laughed and kept pounding.

He fucked her on the floor for what felt like an hour, maybe more. Her mind was just… gone. It was a haze of pleasure and pain, of his grunts and her own high-pitched, broken moans. She was nothing but a body, his to use, his to break.

Then, just as her body was finally, finally getting used to the relentless, pounding rhythm, just as the pleasure was starting to become a familiar, rolling wave, he pulled out.

The sudden, cold emptiness was a shock, a thousand times worse than his entry. She gasped, a low, keening wail of pure, animalistic loss. “No… don’t stop…”

The words were out of her mouth before she could even think them.

Alaric stood over her, his massive cock slick and glistening, his chest heaving. A look of pure, triumphant, “I-told-you-so” satisfaction was on his face.

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” he said, his voice a low, rough promise.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. “Get up.”

“I… I can’t,” she whimpered, her legs feeling like jelly, her entire lower body a throbbing, aching mess. “My legs… they won’t…”

“I said,” he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Get. Up.”

He dragged her. He literally dragged her naked body across the cold stone floor. She scrambled to her feet, her legs collapsing under her. She was a mess of shame and arousal, covered in sweat, and tears, and his seed.

He shoved her, hard, towards the Starfall Weiqi table. The table where her mind had been so utterly, completely defeated.

“There,” he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly order. “On your hands and knees. On the board.”

She stared at it, her mind reeling in fresh horror. The scattered crystal and obsidian pieces. The symbol of her intellect, her pride.

’He’s… he’s not…’ she thought, her stomach clenching with a new, profound humiliation. ’He… he’s going to…?’

“Do I need to tell you again?” he snarled, his patience gone. “Or do I need to break your legs and put you there myself?”

“No,” she whispered, her voice a dead, hollow thing. “No, I’ll do it…”

She obeyed. She climbed onto the table, her knees knocking the scattered Weiqi pieces. They felt cold and sharp under her palms and shins. She was on all fours, like a dog, on the very thing that represented her mind.

“Good girl,” Alaric purred, his good mood returning. “Now, arch your back. Higher. Show me what the Emperor and your husband got to play with.”

She did. She arched her back, her jiggly buttocks presented to him like an offering on an altar.

He was behind her in an instant. She heard him spit on his hand. She heard the slick sound of him stroking his massive cock.

And then he entered her from behind.

“AAAAH!”

It was a second brutal, tearing thrust, and she screamed into the polished wood of the board, her voice muffled, her face pressing into the scattered, sharp-edged stones.

“This…” he grunted, his voice a gravelly rumble right in her ear as he grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in like claws. “Is where your clever little mind… died.”

SLAM.

“Ah!” she cried out.

“And this…” he growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her, a move that made her see stars.

SLAM.

“…is where your body learns… its new… place.”

He started fucking her like a dog in heat. His hips were a machine, a relentless, pounding piston of flesh. He was fucking her with a raw, animalistic energy that was utterly, completely, terrifyingly hot. The wet, vicious, slapping sound of his skin hitting hers echoed in the quiet, sleeping room. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

“Oh gods… oh gods… please…” she whimpered, her words a jumbled, breathless mess. “Ah… ah… ah!”

Her moans were no longer human. They were a crazy, high-pitched wail, the sound of a “bitch in heat,” as he’d said. It was a sound of pure, mindless, overwhelming pleasure.

Her massive breasts, which he’d admired so much, swayed like heavy fruit with every single, pounding thrust, their soft, heavy undersides brushing against the scattered Weiqi stones.

“You feel that?” he panted, his rhythm speeding up. “That’s my cock. Deeper than your husband ever went. Right? Tell me!”

“Yes!” she screamed, her mind just gone. “Gods, yes… so deep… please, harder…!”

She couldn’t believe the words were coming from her mouth. She was begging him. Begging him to defile her, to destroy her.

“Beg for it,” he commanded, his voice a low, rough growl. “Beg for my cock, you little imperial slut.”

“Please… Alaric… please, Master… fuck me… fuck me harder! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“As you wish,” he snarled.

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in so hard she knew they would leave black bruises, and his rhythm became a mindless, brutal blur. He was just wrecking her. He was an animal. And he was turning her into one, too.

“You’re… so… good…” he grunted. “So… tight…”

“Yours…” she sobbed, the words just falling out of her. “I’m yours… just… don’t stop!”

After another long, long time, just as her body felt like it was about to literally split in two from the sheer, relentless pleasure, she felt him tense behind her.

“I’m… coming… Ruoli…!” he roared, his voice a triumphant, conquering sound. “Take it all! Take it!”

He gave one final, massive thrust that nearly threw her off the table, and he climaxed again, a deep, shuddering groan, pumping his hot, thick seed deep inside her womb.

She collapsed onto the board, her body a trembling, spent, glorious mess. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.

But he didn’t pull out.

He just stayed there for a second, his massive cock still buried to the hilt inside her, his chest heaving against her back.

“Please…” she whimpered, her voice a faint, thready thing. “Let me rest… just a minute… I can’t…”

He laughed, a low, panting sound in her ear. “Rest? We’re just getting warmed up.”

And he started moving again. His rhythm was slow now, a deep, grinding, torturous claiming. But it was just as deep, just as relentless.

The night became a fog. A long, endless, unbelievable blur of sweat, and skin, and stinging slaps, and the sound of his voice, a constant, low, dirty commentary on her body and what he was doing to it.

He was a machine fueled by lust. He pulled her off the table, her legs giving way, and he just… didn’t care. He pinned her against the wall, his hands under her buttocks, lifting her up, and fucked her while she was in the air.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded. “Tighter!”

“I can’t… I’m slipping…”

“Then I’ll hold you,” he grunted, and his thrusts were so powerful she felt like they were shaking the dust from the tapestries on the wall.

He threw her back on the floor, this time on her stomach. He got on top of her, his weight like a mountain, and took her again, his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at him over her shoulder.

“Whose cock is this, Ruoli?”

“Yours… ah… yours!”

“And whose pussy is this?”

“Yours… it’s all… yours… oh!”

“That’s right. Never forget it.”

He was ruthless. He pulled her up and forced her to ride him, sitting her down in his chair and then climbing on top of her, her legs dangling off the sides. Then he had her ride him, sitting her on his lap as he sat in the chair, his hands free to roam all over her body.

WHAP.

A hard, cracking sound echoed as his palm met her soft buttock.

“Aaaah!”

“You like this, don’t you?” he purred, his voice a low, dark caress. “My little imperial slut. You like being spanked.”

WHAP.

“Yes!” she sobbed, her mind just gone, her body a live wire of pure sensation. “Please… spank me… ah… I’ve been bad…”

“You’ve been very, very bad,” he growled, his hand cracking against her flesh again. “But you feel so good.”

She climaxed again. And again. And again. Her body was just… sparking. She lost count. Was it ten times? Twenty? She was in a place beyond reason, beyond thought. There was only his cock, his hands, his voice, and the overwhelming, endless, agonizing pleasure.

Her begging had stopped hours ago, somewhere in the deep, dark, endless middle of the night. She had begged him to stop, begged him for mercy, begged him to let her sleep.

“Mercy?” he’d laughed, his voice a low, panting taunt as he fucked her from behind. “You’re getting my mercy. I’m filling you up with it. Over and over. Aren’t I generous?”

She realized it was useless. He just wouldn’t stop. He was proving his point. This wasn’t just sex anymore. This was an assertion of dominance, a remaking of her entire world. He was breaking her, and rebuilding her as his.

“Please… I can’t… I can’t take any more…” she’d whimpered around 3 AM.

“You can,” he’d replied, his voice a calm, simple statement of fact. “And you will. You’re stronger than you think. And I’m going to find your limit.”

The sun started to rise. The grey, unforgiving morning light, a cruel, sober observer, filtered into the room. It illuminated the scene of pure, utter debauchery: the sleeping, drugged forms of his women, the scattered, overturned furniture, the discarded, torn silk of her gown…

…and him, still kneeling on the floor, holding her hips, his body slick with a sheen of sweat, still pounding into her. His rhythm was just as strong, just as deep, as it had been nine hours ago.

He had fucked her in over thirty different humiliating positions. He had kissed her until her lips were swollen and raw. He had fondled, squeezed, pinched, and bit every single inch of her.

And through it all, as her body screamed and arched, one single, agonizing thought kept repeating in her head, a tiny, sharp stone in her shoe, a constant, dull, throbbing pain beneath the waves of pleasure.

’Bao… oh, Bao… forgive me…’

The guilt was a poisonous vine, wrapping around her heart, crushing it, even as her body, that filthy, treacherous traitor, screamed and bucked, begging for more of Alaric’s touch.

“Bao…” she sobbed, the name a broken prayer. “I’m… I’m so sorry…”

“He can’t hear you,” Alaric grunted, his rhythm speeding up as he felt his own climax building again. “But I can.”

He thrust deeper, harder, a final, brutal push. “Forget him! There’s only me now! Say it!”

“Only… you… ah… Alaric!”

He felt his own climax building. This one felt different. It was a deep, final, conquering wave.

“That’s it… Ruoli… you’re mine!” he roared, his voice a triumphant, conquering sound.

He gave a deep, guttural roar and climaxed one last time, a massive, hot flood that filled her to bursting, making her own body spasm in a final, shattering echo of his pleasure.

He collapsed on top of her, his full weight pinning her to the ground, his heart hammering against her back. He was done. It was over. She was a rag doll under him, completely spent, unable to move a single muscle, her mind just… white noise.

He was finally done. It was over.

…But he was still not done.

He didn’t pull out. He just lay there, his massive cock still buried deep inside her, his breathing heavy in her ear.

“Just… catching my breath,” he panted, his voice a low, exhausted rumble. “We’ll… go again… in five minutes.”