Lao Shi stripped himself naked, lifted her legs, and let her ride on top of him, half-lying down as he entered her.
This was the second time, two massive members were galloping inside her! The feeling was indescribable, driving her crazy: "You can go faster, I can take it." After more than a month of abstinence, Ye Hui wanted them to ravage her mercilessly, even if she died in the process.
Five minutes later, Ye Hui called out, hugging Lao Shi in front of her, pushing her tongue into his mouth, screaming out her pleasure.
Lao Shi kissed her for a while, then said to his brother: "Eleven, the empress has arrived, you can slow down."
The tightened passage after orgasm made the two men's desire grow stronger, but they would rather restrain themselves to avoid hurting her.
"Your Majesty, bear with it, let me touch the front," Lao Shi Eleven slightly thrust his hips, slowly rubbing his massive member inside her, reaching around to grab and forcefully knead her full breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples.
"Your Majesty, I'll touch you too," Lao Shi remained half-lying, his right hand moving between her legs, gently rubbing and pinching a sensitive spot with his thumb and forefinger.
Ah! Ye Hui moaned softly, looking down to see the large hand playing with her sensitive areas, with a deep purple-red massive member buried inside her. She couldn't help but reach out and grasp the exposed part, her other hand reaching back to hold another exposed part. "Tenth Brother, Eleven, I'm better now, I want..."
"Mm, remove your hand."
"No... let me hold it for a moment..." They were so massive that just a portion of them had already tortured her half to death.
The men began to move, rubbing again and again, until the three of them reached climax together, shouting out... Ye Hui leaned back, tightly held by Lao Shi Eleven from behind, while Lao Shi in front sat up from the spring bench and hugged her waist.
Ye Hui was sandwiched between the two men, too exhausted to move, feeling the massive members slowly withdraw from inside her, with a mix of reluctance and relief.
The two men cleaned her up, dressed her, and let her rest on the spring bench. When dinner time came, they took her to the Jinhua Hall to eat, but Qin Yu Hang was nowhere to be seen.
Mo Qi, after putting Heng Ting to sleep, came to serve and said that Young Master Qin had received a pigeon message that his master had returned to the mountain after a long journey and wanted him to return.
Lao Shi Eleven noticed her depleted expression, knowing the recent intimate encounter had exhausted her. She usually bathed every night, but tonight she had no energy. "Your Majesty, let this servant carry you to the bathroom," Lao Shi Eleven said matter-of-factly, having bathed her many times during her illness.
After bathing, Ye Hui lay in bed, unable to sleep.
Mo Qi brought in a bowl of medicine. Ye Hui lazily sat up, looking troubled by the medicine, having taken tonic continuously for over a month. She said wearily: "I don't want to take the medicine tonight, the taste is too bitter."
"Young Mistress, your body is weak. How can you not take medicine? Moreover, you just had intimate relations, and without proper care, you might fall ill."
At this moment, Lao Shi Eleven was in the living room polishing his long sword. This Tai'a sword and Lao Shi's folding iron sword were both precious gifts from the Emperor before leaving the capital, showing their deep love for their weapons.
Lao Shi, after bathing, walked out wearing white silk pants and a short shirt, revealing his muscular chest.
The men of the Prince's Palace knew the empress liked masculine, muscular men, and they were often willing to show off their physiques.
"Be good, you exerted a lot of effort this afternoon, how can you not replenish yourself?" Lao Shi sat at the bedhead, holding Ye Hui on his lap, took the medicine from Mo Qi, and fed her mouth-to-mouth.
Ye Hui drank the medicine spoon by spoon from his mouth, finding it less bitter this way.
Lao Shi fed her the last spoonful, his tongue licking her soft lips, sucking and tasting her sweet saliva, which he could never get enough of.
Ye Hui was kissed breathless, feeling his right hand kneading her full breasts, recalling the afternoon's threesome scene in the Tinglan Pavilion. Just then, Lao Shi released her, laid her on the bed, pulled up the brocade quilt, and gently said: "It's late, Your Majesty should sleep."
Ye Hui understood his care, moved closer inside: "You sleep outside." She told Mo Qi, who was cleaning the medicine bowl: "Let the servants do those chores. You're almost a master, don't always pick up servant work. A Jin, call two people to clean up. Such a small matter doesn't need to be reported. Mo Qi is not someone you can compare to."
Ye Hui was angry. These servants from the capital were arrogant and rarely treated commoners with respect.
"This servant knows the mistake," A Jin felt wronged. Mo Qi always liked doing servant work, and over time, everyone followed suit. But when the master reprimands a servant, the servant must listen and dare not argue.
Lao Shi coldly glanced at A Jin: "Go to Lin's manager and receive twenty lashes."
A Jin's face turned pale: "Prince Pu, this servant obeys."
After cleaning up, he led the servants away, leaving only Ye Hui and the two men in the bedroom.
Lao Shi said to Ye Hui: "Don't be soft on these ignorant servants. Punish them when needed. In the Pu Prince's mansion in the capital, several servants die each month. By the end of the year, dozens of servants have been beaten to death.
Ancient servants’ lives were like ants! Ye Hui sighed for a moment, recalling the Dream of the Red Chamber from her past life’s television, which seemed much more civilized in comparison! Mo Qi pulled down the bed curtains and said, “It’s nothing for a servant to do some work. After all, I used to do this often. There’s no reason that just because the lady became a prince’s wife, the servant should become undisciplined.”
