The Queen Becomes a Sex Slave
“It’s because my heart’s been so conflicted,” Su Mengyun said softly. “Reason tells me it’s wrong, but my emotions crave it anyway, so I left the decision to you. If you hadn’t heard me clearly, or if you’d called back to ask instead of rushing over right away, I would’ve suppressed this impulse and never given myself—or you—this chance again.”
Wang Yue started to understand. His big aunt’s desperate reverse-rape hadn’t been born of mere lust; she’d seized the moment in one bold push, terrified that any hesitation would rob her of the courage forever.
That’s why, despite her obvious shyness and panic earlier, her actions had been swift and unhesitating.
But why go to such lengths?
Puzzled, Wang Yue asked her outright.
Su Mengyun’s expression darkened. “You don’t know yet? The Tianhai Zhang family set out yesterday afternoon—they could arrive any moment. And there’s a Mortal Shedding Realm powerhouse among them. We’ve all prepared for a fight to the death. So I thought, boosting our strength before the battle couldn’t hurt. It might not change the outcome, but at least I’d have done my part.”
Instead of worry, Wang Yue lit up with excitement. “They’re sending a Mortal Shedding Realm expert right away? The Zhang family’s pulling out all the stops.”
Su Mengyun blinked in surprise. “You’re not worried?”
“Worried about what? He can’t kill me,” Wang Yue laughed. “As long as I escape, with the Martial Alliance’s deterrence, even if the entire Tianhai Zhang family mobilizes, they won’t dare touch the three great families. This is just personal beef between me and Zhang Lingfeng.”
“You’ve got the power to escape a Mortal Shedding Realm cultivator now?” Su Mengyun asked, stunned.
“That’s a conservative estimate. A first- or second-layer Mortal Shedding expert? I might even have a shot at taking them down.” Wang Yue brimmed with confidence. He’d gotten excited hearing about the Zhang family’s Mortal Shedding move precisely because he wanted to test his true combat power against them.
Yan Fangfei’s combat assessment device had updated, but his strength had surged even faster—still impossible to measure accurately.
Knowing he was strong but not how strong was frustrating as hell.
“So this was all part of your plan?” Su Mengyun’s gaze grew complicated as she looked at him.
If nothing had caught him off guard, if he’d already plotted countermeasures, what did that make her agonizing night, her massive resolve, throwing ethics aside to reverse-rape her own nephew? All for nothing? She felt depression creeping in.
“Not entirely. Your move, at least, wasn’t on my radar,” Wang Yue said. “But for me? It’s the biggest surprise ever.”
“Surprise? Surprise at seeing your big aunt’s slutty side?” Su Mengyun murmured.
“You could say that.” Wang Yue grinned. Before she could get mad, he added, “More precisely, it’s that this let you shed worldly inhibitions, take that brave step. Truth is, even without today, I’d planned to conquer you anyway.”
“Conquer me for what?” Su Mengyun asked knowingly.
“Because I love you, obviously.” Wang Yue’s tone turned earnest. “If I lacked the ability, I’d keep that love buried, show it in other ways. But I have it, so I’ll use it to make you stronger, give you a longer life, and the ultimate pleasure a woman can know.”
His unconventional confession melted away most of Su Mengyun’s turmoil, replaced by sweetness. She huffed playfully. “Sounds nice. But you’re still just drooling over my body.”
“That’s part of it,” Wang Yue admitted honestly. “My big aunt’s so gorgeous, so sexy—who wouldn’t want to fuck her? I’m no exception. Lucky me, other guys can only dream, but I actually did it. Am I not the luckiest man alive?”
His crude words embarrassed her a little, but thrilled her more. Smiling, she asked, “So, what schemes did you cook up to conquer your big aunt?”
“Haven’t fleshed out the details, but I’d pull every trick—have Little Aunt and the cousins sing my praises in front of you, steer it toward the sexy stuff, subtle influence, that sort of thing,” Wang Yue said. “Water it down till it flows naturally. If not, I’d get forceful.”
“What, you’d rape your own aunt?” Su Mengyun teased with a smirk.
“Rape? Nah, just forceful means to claim you.” Wang Yue smirked back. “Once I have you, my big dick’ll conquer you completely.”
“Cocky little shit,” Su Mengyun said, her breath quickening as she pictured it, eyes turning misty. “Like earlier—you fucked me good, but one round won’t conquer me.”
Wang Yue knew she wanted more. He flipped her under him but didn’t thrust—instead, he slowly withdrew his cock from her pussy.
Su Mengyun panicked, glaring resentfully. “Why pull out? Tired of your big aunt’s pussy already—the one every man dreams of but can’t have?”
“Hell no. If I’m a gourmet, you’re a gourmet feast—gotta savor, appreciate, not wolf it down.” Wang Yue admired his stunning, sexy aunt.
Her face resembled his mom’s by seventy percent, her figure by ninety. The only difference: her tits and ass were even bigger.
To Wang Yue, Mom was perfection incarnate, flawless. But Big Aunt’s extra curves didn’t ruin it—they made her hotter, more explosive.
He lifted one long, sexy black-stockinged leg, stroking it lovingly. “Big Aunt, what gave you the idea for this outfit to seduce me?”
His palm gliding over her leg wasn’t as intense as his cock pounding her pussy, but the gentle caress was bliss. Half-lidded, she murmured, “After Jin’er and Xiuer told me the details of you all together, I wanted that tight bodysuit too. But I couldn’t bring myself.”
Her bun pussy was Wang Yue’s favorite, but for Su Mengyun and her sisters—and Su Jin’er, Su Xiuer—it was their deepest shame.
A tight bodysuit would outline it perfectly, more exposing than nudity.
“Wear it from now on. I love it,” Wang Yue said, kissing up her black-stockinged leg, words muffled.
Stockings and miniskirts were sexy too—like on mother-in-law Ling Xueyan or Stepmom Xue Yan. But for Big Aunt and Mom, bun pussy with tights was the ultimate match—more tempting than naked.
“Okay. If Yue’er likes it, Big Aunt’ll wear it for you.” Su Mengyun breathed. Now he kissed her inner thigh, the ticklish thrill igniting her lust. She craved his big cock storming her saucy pussy.
But Wang Yue didn’t oblige. After lavishing her legs, he moved up, unclasped her barely-there bra, and grabbed her snowy, perky tits—one in each hand.
Bigger than Mom’s by a cup, just as soft—handfeel perfection.
The sensation drove him wild. After groping, he straddled her belly, sliding his iron-hard cock into her deep cleavage. “Big Aunt, squeeze it.”
Obediently, she pressed her tits together, clamping his cock tight.
Purple-red, veiny monster between snowy tits—obscene yet harmonious, like it belonged.
Wang Yue thrust back and forth, fucking her cleavage. As the head emerged, he said, “Lower your head—suck it when it pokes out.”
Titjob and blowjob—both new to her. But she didn’t hesitate, bending to meet each thrust, lips parting to suck the head.
Seeing Jinling’s revered queen so submissive thrilled him. He ramped up, pounding her tits like a pussy, slamming the head into her mouth.
She fumbled at first—sometimes hitting chin or nose—but endured silently.
That egged him on. Soon, he yanked out and shoved into her mouth, half his length straight to her throat, fucking it like pussy.
Not from lack of mercy—Big Aunt’s poised exterior hid a masochistic streak. Time to test.
Sure enough, despite gagging on throat-fucks, she thrilled to it.
Her reaction confirmed it. This pinnacle beauty—his aunt, Jinling’s queen—now his punching bag. The twisted triumph flushed his face.
Excitement plus pleasure—he didn’t last. Minutes later, his cock swelled.
No pullout—he rammed deep, head sealing her throat, blasting thick ropes straight down.
Su Mengyun clamped tight, gulping it down. But he flooded too fast—some backflowed, dribbling from her lips.
A dozen spurts later, he withdrew his softening cock.
She panted, tongue instinctively licking cum from her lips—the sight reharden him instantly.
Swallowing the rest, she complained, “Naughty boy, trying to kill Big Aunt?”
“No more ‘boy’—call me Master!” Wang Yue grinned wickedly. “On bed, you’re not my big aunt—you’re my sex slave.”
“What nonsense?!” Shock, anger—but hidden thrill.
Still holding back, he slid down, hoisted her black-stockinged legs over his shoulders.
Her micro-miniskirt hiked up, exposing her bun pussy barely covered by black thong.
He yanked the fabric aside, teasing her slit with his cockhead.
Her pussy itched unbearably; the grind broke her. “Good boy, hurry—shove it in!”
He kept teasing. “Call me something nice first.”
“Good nephew, dear nephew—Big Aunt begs you, fuck my saucy pussy with your big cock!” Shame burned, but she begged lewdly.
“Not that.” He dipped just the head in, pulling out each time.
She bucked desperately, but he evaded, worsening her ache.
Torment shattered her. “M-Master…”
The word snapped something deep—a tidal wave of hidden masochism drowned her.
Shame flipped to ecstasy.
“Master, please—shove your big cock in my saucy pussy!” Her face flushed—not shame, but arousal.
Got her! Wang Yue crowed inwardly, taunting, “My queen, this desperate already? Begging your nephew to fuck your saucy pussy?”
“I’m no queen—I’m Master’s little sex slave. Please, grant your slave your big cock!” Each “Master” spiked her thrill; his humiliations fueled her.
“Say it: you’re a pussy begging to be fucked, a slutty bitch who loves her nephew pounding her.”
“Yes! I’m a needy saucy pussy, a slut who craves her nephew’s cock!” She trembled in ecstasy.
“Then take it!” He slammed in—half his length buried, head battering her core.
“Ohhh… so good…” She spasmed. “Master, fuck me—fuck your slave bitch!”
No rush—he pushed deeper, breaching her womb mouth.
“Urgh… ahh…” She froze, eyes and mouth wide, drool trickling.
Acidic ecstasy flooded her—uncomfortable, but overwhelmingly blissful. Core spots: clit, entrance, womb mouth. The last pierced soul-deep.
“Like it, little bitch? Master fucking your womb?” He ground the head inside.
“Love it… Master, you’re fucking Aunt to death…” Brain-melted, she moaned.
Thrilled, he folded her legs to her chest, pussy protruding more. Gripping her tits, he pile-drove her mature, plump pussy.
“Good Master… big cock… dear nephew… use the cock… born from your aunt’s sister’s pussy… fuck your aunt… fuck me dead!” She wailed in rapture.
Mention of Mom inflamed him—his cock swelled, thrusts fiercer.
Sensing it, she amped up: “Cock that fucks so good… good nephew… you’re fucking Aunt so deep… my saucy pussy’s dying… you fuck Aunt’s pussy so well… love it… from now on… Aunt needs your cock daily… drag your mom too… we sisters’ pussies… all for you… fuck who you want… ahh…”
Sure enough, he pounded harder.
Confirmed, she switched: “Good son… Mommy’s pussy feels so good… your big cock… fucking me to bliss… dear son… wreck Mommy’s saucy pussy… fuck Mommy dead…”
Seventy percent face-match, near-identical figures—plus roleplay—Mom and Big Aunt blurred. He went berserk, driving her to peak.
Overexcitement—he came first.
But she crested too, his heat pushing her over. “Good son… your cum’s too hot… melting Mommy’s saucy pussy… flooding my womb…”
Post-climax, he lay on her soft body, cock buried, hands clutching tits.
Admiring his handsome face, she smiled. “Little Master, why so wild? Dreaming of fucking Mom like Aunt?”
“If you were a guy, wouldn’t you want Mom?” he countered.
She pondered, nodding. “Probably. She’s too perfect—even I crave her sometimes. If I were a man, even as her sister, I might not resist. Secret: your uncle once eyed her.”
Wang Yue startled. “What happened?”
“I caught him, beat him bedridden for half a year. He straightened up.”
“Big Aunt, thank you!” Genuine relief—he knew Mom’s detachment ran deep, even to herself. She didn’t care about her body, or she wouldn’t have married into Wang family.
Uncle—Mom’s blood brother—had her affection despite her aloofness. Persistent, he might’ve won with her apathetic phase.
Then Mom wouldn’t be his alone.
He forgave others’ pasts—except Mom’s. His possessiveness was pathological; her purity for him only.
Thanks too to Dad, Wang Jing—loyal to Xue Yan, unmoved by perfect Mom. Otherwise…
“No thanks needed. You’re my little Master, I’m your little slave—family doesn’t thank family.” She winked playfully.
Wang Yue paused. Still “Master,” but now teasing.
Masochist? Sadist? Both?
“Anyway, even without me, he’d have failed. Your mom’s detached, but guards her body fiercely.”
Wang Yue blinked—contrary to his view. But Big Aunt knew her best.
“Then why no objection to marrying Dad?”
“Titles mean nothing—whoever. But pre-marriage, she told Wang family: no touching. In exchange, artificial insemination for a son.”
“Why Xin’er too?” He craved Mom intel.
“Her request—she wanted a girl. Maybe for your second aunt.” Su Mengyun chuckled suddenly.
Wang Yue sulked—turns out, he was just the deal; Xin’er the goal.
Seeing it, she relented. “That was pre-pregnancy. After birthing you? Different. You feel how much she loves you.”
Sulk vanished. Yes—Mom’s love equaled Xin’er’s. Enough.
“So, little Master, drop futile fantasies. No man touches her.” Warning: “Don’t force it—could ruin everything.”
He smirked inwardly. She knew Mom better—but overlooked maternal love, transcending body’s value. For son’s joy, she’d offer herself.
Grinning confidently: “I believe you. But one man’ll breach her: me.”
“Why?”
Wicked grin: “Suppose Jin’er or Xiuer was a boy, with my endowment and skill—as Mom, would you let him fuck you?”
“My daughters wouldn’t be pervs like you, fucking their mom.” She huffed.
“Hypothetical. Or suppose I’m your son—would you let me fuck you?”
“Well…” She flipped him off, cock popping free with a wet schlick.
Now on all fours, ass high, stockings spread—bun pussy peeking from thong. Glancing back, misty-eyed, she giggled lewdly: “Good son, Mommy’s ready—come on!”
Wang Yue dazed.
Roleplay before—with Xue Yan—but never this vivid.
Aunt’s figure mirrored Mom’s—even the plump bun. Her ass-wiggle felt like Mom summoning him.
Roaring, he lunged to mount her pussy from behind.
She blocked with hand, giggling. “Call me Mommy first.”
Perfect. “Mommy.”
“Yes, good son—what do you want?” She bared her pussy, asking.
“Mommy, I wanna fuck you—pound your saucy pussy with my big cock!” Breath ragged.
“Good—if my boy wants Mommy’s saucy pussy, it’s yours. Mommy loves her good boy.” She spread fat, pale labia, backing onto his cockhead.
Near-identical build, deliberate fantasy—blurred into Mom.
Intolerable. Gripping her ass, he slammed home—twenty centimeters buried, head invading womb.
“Oof, bad son—easy! Your huge cock hurts Mommy’s pussy.” Half-real whine.
No mercy—max power from the start. “Mommy… finally fucking your pussy! I’ll fuck you hardest, make you the happiest woman!”
“Good son… big-cock son… ahh… love fucking Mommy so much… Mommy’s thrilled… your cock… fucking Mommy to death… love it… from now… Mommy daily… for you…” She moaned, envying third sis inwardly.
If only he were hers!
Even roleplay beat aunt-fuck—he railed mercilessly, nearly silencing her.
Both peaked quick.
No pause—his excitement endless. He qi-cleaned his cum from her pussy/womb, resuming.
Six nonstop rounds till she collapsed limp.
“Good boy—conquered Big Aunt for real.” Post-truce, cradling him: “Best ever. Forty-plus years wasted before.”
She meant it—nephew’s big cock conquered her.
“Wrong—Master.” He snuggled; her Mom-like build made him “petite,” nostalgic.
Taller Little Aunt wouldn’t do—only Mom(-like) Big Aunt babied him right.
“Got it, little Master.” Sweetly—then: “Now I really don’t want you with your mom.”
“Jealous?” Slap on her plump ass.
“No—worried for her. You turned me inside out pretending. Real Mom? Fucked to death.”
“Impossible. Mom as lover gets tender care—no killing my goddess.”
“Then why so rough?”
“You’re you; she’s her. Mom’s goddess; you’re slave.”
“Ungrateful brat!” But she knew it was banter—his cock stayed hard; true slave-fuck wouldn’t stop.
“Fine, if you hate it—I’ll go gentle, shallow.” Sigh.
“No! Love being your slave, love Master railing me, cock full-depth to womb!” Desperate—she craved the storm; gentle might drive her mad.
Cuddling, flirting—they rose. Storm brewed; Zhangs imminent.
She’d sought dual cultivation—pussy-fuck mere means for battle edge.
Reversed: addicted to nephew-fucks; cultivation bonus.
Yield: Heavenly Origin Realm layer 1 to 7—leaps.
First session; her stored Yuan Yin promised more rapid gains.
Older, deeper-cultivation partners yielded most for dual cultivation.