Deep within the palace, the great hall was brightly lit, red palace lanterns illuminating the golden dragon pillars brilliantly. Tonight was Princess Rosalie's coming-of-age ceremony. Outside the hall, envoys from various martial arts sects had long been barred at the palace gates, while inside gathered princes, ministers, and close imperial guards. The air was filled with the scent of ambergris and faint powder, mixed with the suppressed breathing of the men.
Rosalie was dressed by the wet nurse herself. She wore only a snow-white transparent robe specially prepared for the coming-of-age ceremony. The gauze fabric, thin as a cicada's wing, clung to her skin, faintly revealing the curves of a mature woman. Twenty years of meticulous care had allowed her body to develop extremely fully. Her high, full breasts almost spilled from the gauze robe, her pink nipples clearly visible; her waist was slender, her hips rounded, her legs long and shapely. Dark pubic hair faintly outlined the contours of her private parts through the thin gauze. She lowered her head, cheeks slightly flushed, but dared not defy the palace rules.
“Look... the princess is truly breathtaking tonight.” The Minister of Military Affairs, Lei Luo, was already fifty-six, yet he still could not help but praise in a low voice. His hand pressed over his already swollen and hard lower body through his ceremonial robe; the thick, long thing under the fabric outlined a clear shape. The Imperial Guard commander beside him even directly reached out and rubbed his own crotch, breathing heavily. Many ministers below the platform had blank, fixed gazes, their throats bobbing; some even began to lightly stroke their own members.
On the high dragon throne, King Luosha sat upright. In his early fifties, his figure remained imposing; his physique honed from years of martial arts gave him more imposing pressure than many young generals. His gaze was firmly locked on his daughter, sweeping from her full chest down to her long legs. In his eyes, there was both a father's affection and desires suppressed for many years.
"Come here, my good daughter." The king's voice was low and gentle, yet carried an irresistible authority.
Rosalie raised her head and walked towards the dragon throne with light steps. The transparent robe swayed gently with her movements, her breasts rising and falling slightly, her nipples rubbing against the gauze fabric, creating subtle protrusions. She walked up to her father, lowered her eyelids, and said in a soft voice: 'Father... Sally is here.'
The king extended his large hand, pulling her to sit on his lap. His broad palm encircled her slender waist, while his other hand naturally rested on her back. Rosalie sat on her father's firm thigh and immediately felt the already hard, thick organ pressing against her butt crack through the fabric. Her body trembled slightly, but she did not pull away.
“The wet nurse really raised you well.” The king’s breath brushed her ear, warm with heat, “Daughter, don’t be afraid. Father will let you know what true bliss is.”
Rosalie lifted her eyes to meet her father's gaze, already deeply stained with desire. The usually loving look was now filled with naked craving. She felt somewhat flustered, yet an inexplicable sense of anticipation rose within her. Since childhood, she had heard her mother's moans outside the bedchamber countless times and seen her father riding atop her mother. Those images were deeply imprinted in her heart, making her both nervous and secretly yearning on this day of her coming-of-age ceremony.
The king said no more. He held the back of his daughter's head and lowered his lips to kiss her soft red mouth. Rosalie opened her eyes wide in surprise but was soon overwhelmed by the forceful yet gentle kiss. Her father's tongue pried open her teeth, entwining with her small tongue, bringing waves of tingling pleasure. Her arms involuntarily wrapped around her father's neck, her body softening as she leaned into his embrace.
The kiss grew deeper and deeper. The king's large hand moved up from her waist, grasping one full breast through the thin gauze. His palm forcefully kneaded, his fingertips accurately scraping over the stiff nipple. Rosalie couldn't help but let out fragmented moans, the sound escaping from between their intertwined lips: 'Mmm... Father...'
The king released her lips, lowering his head to suck on the other nipple through the gauze robe. He gently licked with his tongue, lightly nipped with his teeth, then sucked hard. The transparent gauze fabric soon became damp with saliva, clinging tightly to the pink flesh. Rosalie threw her head back, breathing rapidly, her hands gripping her father's court robes. Her body, never treated like this before, trembled with sensitivity, a rush of heat flowing from her chest straight to her lower abdomen.
“Sally... you’re so beautiful.” The king подняв his head, his voice hoarse. “Father wants you, and has wanted you for far too many years.”
He could no longer endure, reached out and pulled her transparent robe down from her shoulders. Her snow-white skin was completely exposed to the gaze of everyone in the hall. Immediately, a suppressed gasp and low murmurs of admiration echoed from the crowd below. The military minister Lei Luo had already fully pulled out his eighteen-inch erect member, vigorously moving it; the commander-in-chief also unfastened his pants, gripping his stiffened organ and rapidly rubbing it. Other ministers either blushed and averted their eyes, or stared straight ahead at the princess's body, their hands moving constantly beneath their robes.
Rosalie, embarrassed, wanted to cover herself, but her father gently held down her hands. The king spread her legs apart, making her face the platform below. Her mature private parts were fully displayed: beneath the dark pubic hair were pink, moist petals, slightly parted, revealing a glistening wetness inside.
“Don’t be afraid, let them see.” The king whispered in her ear, “This is your coming-of-age rite, and also a gift from your father.”
His fingers moved down along her lower abdomen, parting the pubic hair and gently stroking that tender flesh. His fingertip slowly slid across the petals, occasionally probing into the crease and bringing out more transparent love juice. Rosalie's body trembled, and she couldn't help clamping her legs together, only to be pried open by her father with his knee.
"Mmm... ah... so comfortable..." Her voice already carried a seductive meaning like crying, "Father King... your fingers..."
“Do you like it?” the king asked while speeding up his movements. Two fingers joined together, slowly yet deeply probing into her tight canal, mimicking the rhythm of thrusting in and out. His thumb then pressed and circled over the sensitive bud above.
“Like… like…” Rosalily’s face reddened almost to the point of dripping blood, but she answered honestly. Her waist unconsciously twisted along with her father’s fingers, and more love juice flowed down the inside of her thighs, wetting the king’s court robe.
The king chuckled with satisfaction: 'Remember, this is Father loving you. Father loves Sally here... Later, I'll use this to cherish you properly.'
He pulled out his fingers, displayed the bright, glistening liquid before her eyes, then put his fingers into his own mouth and licked them clean. Afterwards, he undid his robe, revealing that already fully erect, thick monster. Its size was astonishing, veins coiling around it, and transparent liquid was already seeping from the tip. He held the thing and rubbed back and forth between his daughter’s butt crack and her petals, yet still did not enter.
"Father King... come in..." Rosalie couldn't help but speak, her voice soft and seductive. She was even surprised by her own initiative.
The king remained patient. He turned her around to face him, with her legs straddling his lap. One hand supported her buttocks, while the other guided his organ, slowly aligning it with the moist entrance.
“Relax... Father will be very gentle.”
He pushed in little by little. The tight passage was opened bit by bit, and Rosalie let out a long moan, her fingers gripping her father’s shoulder tightly. The initial swelling pain was quickly replaced by deeper pleasure. When he was fully inside, both of them let out a satisfied sigh at the same time.
The king began to thrust slowly. Each entry was deep and steady, each exit accompanied by wet sounds. Rosalie's breasts swayed violently with the motion, her nipples occasionally brushing against her father's chest. She was completely immersed in this forbidden pleasure, actively twisting her waist to meet her father's thrusts.
The officials below the stage had already given up any concern for decorum. Lei Luo's stroking grew faster and faster, and the commander even ejaculated once, with white liquid splattering on the ground. Others either lowered their heads and rubbed quickly, or stared fixedly at the father and daughter coupling on the dragon throne, breathing heavily.
The king increased his pace. He held his daughter's buttocks with both hands, thrusting upward forcefully. Each impact was precise and fierce, reaching the deepest part. Rosalie's moans grew louder, her body trembled violently, and her passage contracted repeatedly.
“Father King... I... I want to...”
“Together.” The king growled, and after several violent thrusts, he buried himself deep, pouring all of the scorching fluid into his daughter’s body. Rosalie also reached climax at the same time, her body collapsing limply into her father’s arms, her flower mound convulsing continuously, as love juice and semen overflowed from their joining.
Afterward, the king did not withdraw right away. He gently kissed his daughter's forehead, the corners of her eyes, and her lips, his voice deep and tender: "This is only the beginning. From tonight on, you are truly Father's woman."
Rosalie leaned against her father's broad chest, feeling the residual heat and soreness within her body, her heartbeat still not calmed. She looked up, met her father's gaze, and nodded gently.
The lights in the hall remained bright. The ministers below gradually straightened their robes, but some still stared blankly at the father and daughter embracing on the dragon throne. Minister of Military Affairs, Lei Luo, wiped the corner of his mouth and whispered to the commander, 'After tonight... the princess probably will never leave her father's side again.'
The king stood up holding his daughter, his court robes rearranged properly, but intentionally letting the still semi-hard organ show its outline under the fabric. He whispered to Rosalie: 'Back to the bedchamber. Father still has many things he wants to teach you.'
Rosalie nodded. The transparent robe was draped over her again, but it couldn't conceal the red marks on her body or the wetness between her legs. She followed her father out of the great hall, behind her were the ministers' suppressed yet not fully concealed panting and whispers.
That night, the lights in the deep palace bedchamber never went out. The forbidden pleasure between father and daughter had just begun. The storms of the martial arts world were about to arrive, but the undercurrents of desire within the palace were more turbulent than any vendetta in the martial world.
The door to the bedchamber was gently closed by the heavy golden-threaded nanmu wood. The guards outside had long been ordered by the king himself to retreat thirty paces away. Ambergris burned slowly in the bronze incense burner, its smoke coiling around the rosewood bedposts, dyeing the entire space in an ambiguous, warm, dusky yellow.
Rosalie was carried by her father and placed in the center of the wide dragon bed. The already soaked transparent robe on her body was completely stripped away, her snow-white skin fully exposed under the lamplight. The king was in no hurry to enter her again. Instead, he first leaned down and kissed her inch by inch with his lips. From her forehead to the corners of her eyes, from the tip of her nose to her chin, then to the faint red mark on her neck from the previous climax. His kisses were slow, carrying a nearly reverent possessiveness.
“Sally, does it still hurt?” he asked softly, his voice even hoarser than in the great hall.
Rosalie shook her head, her cheeks still flushed. She raised her hand and gently touched her father's cheek. That usually stern face was now extremely close to her, his stubble grazing her palm, bringing a slight sting and itch. She suddenly felt that she had been waiting for this night for a very long time.
The king's large hands covered her breasts again. This time, not through the gauze fabric, his palms directly pressed against the warm soft flesh, kneading and squeezing forcefully. Her nipples were repeatedly teased between his fingers, soon hardening again. He lowered his head to suck on one side, sucking hard, gently biting with his teeth, his tongue circling the areola. The other side was pinched between his thumb and forefinger, rhythmically pulled. Rosalie couldn't help but throw her head back, fragmented moans escaping her throat. Her back arched slightly, her legs unconsciously tightening and loosening.
“Father... a little gentler...” Her voice carried a tearful softness and coyness, yet she did not truly push him away.
The king raised his head, his eyes full of amusement and desire: 'That's not what you said earlier in the great hall.'
He kissed her lips again, his tongue forcefully probing in and tangling with hers. At the same time, his hand reached downward, once again stroking that place that had just been filled. The petals were still moist and swollen, love juice mixed with the traces he had left behind, sticky to the touch. Two fingers slid in easily, thrusting in and out slowly, the pads of his fingers curling to scrape against the inner walls. Rosalie’s body instantly tensed, her toes curling as both hands gripped the bedsheet.
“It’s still throbbing inside……” the king whispered in her ear, his voice carrying obvious satisfaction, “Father’s thing, you swallowed it all.”
Rosalie was so embarrassed she wanted to bury her face in the pillow, but he forcibly lifted her chin to continue the deep kiss. His finger movements grew faster and faster, a third finger also squeezing in. The passage stretched open, emitting faint wet sounds. Her moans were blocked by the kiss, only intermittent whimpers escaping from her nose. As another climax approached, the king suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving her suspended in mid-air.
“Don’t rush.” He let out a low laugh and sat up himself, removing all his robes.
The mature and robust body was fully displayed. The muscle lines left by years of martial arts practice undulated under the lamplight, with a broad chest and tight waist and abdomen. That thick, long organ was fully erect again, even more swollen and harder than in the main hall, the tip continuously secreting clear fluid. He held himself, sliding it back and forth over his daughter's lower abdomen and inner thighs, leaving wet, shiny traces.
“Spread your legs yourself.” he ordered.
Rosalie hesitated for a moment, then complied. Her legs spread wide, her private parts completely exposed before her father's eyes. The king's breathing noticeably grew heavier. He leaned down, first licking along that slit with the tip of his tongue, from bottom to top, slowly and carefully. The surface of his tongue scraped against the sensitive petals, then circled around that already swollen protrusion. Rosalie's body trembled violently, her hands gripping his hair tightly, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or press him closer.
“Father King... ah... there... too...”
He didn't stop. His tongue probed into the passage, imitating the in-and-out motion of thrusting, while his lips sealed over the outer rim and sucked hard. The love juice kept gushing out, and he swallowed it all. Rosalie's moans grew higher and higher, her waist involuntarily thrusting upward. Just as she was about to climax again, the king lifted his head and replaced it with his own instrument against the entrance.
This entry was deeper and more thorough than the first. He didn't give her time to adjust; after burying himself completely, he began thrusting with wide, powerful strokes. The dragon bed emitted heavy creaks, and the sound of flesh colliding echoed through the bedchamber. Rosalie's breasts swayed violently with the motion, her nipples occasionally brushing against his chest. Her arms encircled her father's neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, actively meeting each impact.
“Sl... slower... Father King... too deep...”
“I can’t slow down.” The king answered, panting; instead, his movements became faster, “You’re clamping too tight... Father King can’t hold back.”
He changed angles, hitting the deepest point with precision each time. Rosalie’s vision went white in waves, climax after climax surging over her. Her passage contracted violently, clenching the invading object deathly tight. The king let out a low roar, and after the final fierce thrusts, once again poured all of the scalding liquid inside. The two embraced tightly, their breathing intertwined and heartbeats overlapping.
Afterward, the king did not withdraw right away. He lay on his side and gathered his daughter fully into his arms, the object still half-hard and buried inside. One hand lightly patted her back, while the other was dishonestly continuing to knead her breasts.
“Tired?” he asked.
Rosalie nodded, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: 'A little...'
“Then rest for a bit first.” He kissed the top of her head. “But Father King still isn’t satisfied.”
Even so, his movements became much gentler. His fingers slowly slid across her back, from her shoulder blades to the small of her back, then down along her spine. Occasionally, they probed the cleft of her buttocks, pressing gently. Rosalie gradually relaxed in his embrace, her breathing becoming long and even. Just as she was almost falling asleep, the member inside her stiffened again, beginning to thrust slowly.
This time the rhythm was extremely slow, as if savoring every detail. Each entry was deep and steady, withdrawing until almost only the tip remained, then slowly sinking back in. Rosalie was made utterly limp by this tormenting pleasure, only able to passively endure. Her moans became intermittent, carrying a seductive charm interwoven with drowsiness and lust.
“Father King... you’re so bad...”
“To you, of course I’m bad.” The king gave a low chuckle, quickening slightly, “From now on, every night, I want to hold you like this while we sleep.”
The night grew deeper. The lights in the bedchamber were dimmed further, leaving only two palace lanterns still lit. The father and daughter had changed positions countless times. Sometimes Rosalie straddled her father, actively rising and falling on her own; sometimes she lay prone on the bed, being deeply entered from behind; other times they lay side by side facing each other, with one of her legs lifted high, engaging in slow, drawn-out thrusts. After each climax, the king would stop to kiss her, soothe her, yet never truly let her go.
Until the sky outside the window began to turn pale, the two finally stopped completely. Rosalie was almost exhausted, her body covered with red marks and kiss traces, and the area between her legs was a complete mess. The king held her tightly in his arms, covered both of them with a thin blanket, and whispered in her ear:
"Sleep. After daybreak, there will still be many things waiting for us."
Rosalie was too tired to open her eyes, just instinctively shrinking closer into her father's embrace, murmuring: 'Father... don't go...'
“I’m not leaving.” he replied, his voice rarely so gentle, “Never.”
When the morning sunlight filtered through the window gauze into the bedchamber, Rosalie slowly awoke. Every part of her body ached terribly, especially her waist and the roots of her thighs. She moved slightly and realized she was still encircled by her father's sturdy arm, and that familiar member was semi-hard against her inner thigh.
The king also woke up. He lowered his head and kissed his daughter's forehead, his voice hoarse from waking up: 'Awake?'
Rosalie nodded, somewhat embarrassed and wanting to bury her face in the quilt. But the king wouldn't let her hide, directly flipping over to press her beneath him and kissing her lips again. This kiss carried the laziness and possessiveness unique to the morning, quickly turning into a deeper entanglement.
“Father King... do you still want it now?” she asked softly.
“Of course.” He answered as if it were only natural, already using his knee to spread her legs apart. “Yesterday was only the beginning. Today, Father King is going to make you remember completely whose person you are.”
When he entered her again, Rosalie was already completely wet. Because the passage had been overused the night before, it was slightly red and swollen, yet it still clamped tightly. Their movements were slower than they had been at night, but even deeper. The sunlight slowly climbed to the bedside, illuminating their entwined bodies and sweat-damp skin.
After this time ended, the king finally got up. He put on his night robe, walked to the window, and looked out at the gradually bustling palace grounds. Rosalie lay on the bed, watching her father's back, and suddenly spoke:
“Father King... will those people from the jianghu come looking for trouble?”
The king fell silent for a moment, then turned around. His gaze had regained its usual authority, but when it fell on his daughter, it softened slightly.
“Will.” He admitted, “News of your coming-of-age ceremony has already spread. Some want to use you as a pawn, and some want to take the opportunity to make trouble for This King. But they don’t know that, starting last night, you are no longer a pawn anyone can touch.”
He walked back to the bedside, bent down and kissed her lips: “From now on, Father Emperor will protect you. You only need to... stay well by Father Emperor’s side.”
Rosalie looked at him, suddenly reached out and tugged gently on his sleeve. The king leaned down with the motion and was kissed again by his daughter, this time with her taking the initiative, her tongue extending first.
“Then…… right now, once more, okay?” she pleaded softly, her cheeks red as if blood would drip from them, yet her gaze was extraordinarily clear.
The king was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly. He pressed back onto the bed, his voice filled with deep affection and desire:
"Okay. Father promises you."
The dragon bed made soft sounds once again. Outside the window, the palace servants had already begun to move about, yet none dared approach this bedchamber half a step. The morning sun gradually rose higher, bathing the entire imperial palace in a golden, resplendent glow, yet its light could not penetrate this tightly shut door. Inside, the taboo and lingering intimacy between father and daughter continued.
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