The courtyard lay drenched in a thick, crimson sea—the bodies of fallen soldiers and attackers sprawled across the blood-soaked ground. The air was heavy with the metallic scent of death and the eerie silence that followed the storm of violence.
Amid the carnage stood a boy, no older than sixteen, cloaked in a regal robe that billowed with the faintest breeze. His hair was as white as freshly fallen snow, stark against the deep red of his eyes, which burned like embers in the dim twilight. He tilted his head back, exposing his pale neck to the sky as a cold smile curled on his lips.
A harsh, chilling laugh escaped him. "They all thought they could kill me... fools," he sneered, voice echoing through the desolation. "You bastards underestimated the prince."
Suddenly, a soldier sprang into the courtyard, panting, his armor dented and stained. His eyes widened in horror at the grisly scene. He froze at the sight of the boy standing serene amidst ruin.
The boy's gaze snapped toward the soldier. Slowly, he lifted his chin, thrusting his neck forward, offering his pale skin with an unsettling calm. The soldier's breath caught as his eyes locked with the prince's glowing red irises, and in their depths, the soldier saw something unearthly—a swirling sea of blood and rage.
Fear overtook him instantly. He dropped to his knees, voice trembling, "Prince... what happened? Who were those monsters?"
The boy's expression hardened, his voice icy and low. "They were traitors or killers. But worms are worms that crept too close to my throne."
The soldier bowed his head, swallowing hard. "Should we pursue the survivors?"
The prince surveyed the bloodied courtyard once more, then shook his head imperiously. "No. Let none escape to spread lies. For now, clean this place. I do not want to see this filth by dawn."
As the soldier scrambled to obey, the boy turned away, his robe sweeping the stained stones. He glanced back once more over his shoulder, lips parting in a whisper, "Remember, the throne belongs to those who survive... and I always survive."
He disappeared along the lined corridor leading to his chambers, leaving an eerie silence behind broken only by the soldier's hurried commands to clean the crimson nightmare.
The prince closed the heavy door of his chamber behind him, the sharp echo cutting through the silence. His robe, soaked in dried blood from the battlefield, fell from his shoulders like a shroud as he peeled it off, revealing pale skin marked with faint cuts and bruises.
Two maids entered quietly—
Mei was the younger of the two, just 24 years old, with a youthful glow that contrasted sharply against the harsh world around them. Her slender figure moved with graceful agility, the result of years spent not only in service but in discreet cultivation training to aid the prince. Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a silken river, often tied simply to keep it out of her face while attending to her duties. Her large, expressive eyes sparkled with warmth and determination, framed by delicate features that radiated a natural innocence mixed with quiet strength.
Lian, six years older at 30, carried a different kind of presence—one shaped by wisdom and experience. She was statuesque, her curves gentle yet commanding, balanced with poised elegance evident in every step she took. Lian's dark chestnut hair was often braided or pinned up, revealing a serene face marked by faint laughter lines that hinted at a lifetime of devotion and resilience. Her deep, calm eyes held a protective kindness, watching over Shen Yun and Mei with almost maternal care. Where Mei was youthful energy, Lian was steady warmth—the perfect complement to each other, bound as much by loyalty as by a sisterly bond.
Mei carried a tray laden with steaming dishes—herbs, roasted meat, and fragrant rice—while Lian followed closely, holding fresh clothes and a soft blanket. Their eyes met briefly, sharing the unspoken bond forged through years of loyal service and quiet understanding. The Lian spoke softly, bowing her head. "Your Highness, let me assist you in washing away the blood and stain of combat."
He nodded curtly, stepping toward a wooden tub filled with warm water infused with fragrant petals. As the Lian helped him ease into the bath, Mei gathered the crimson-stained robe and his sword, beginning to cleanse them with practiced precision.
The prince's eyes fixated on the rippling surface of the water. "The cultivation path demands sacrifice. Blood spilled… is but the cost of power," he mused quietly.
Once clean and refreshed, the maids dressed him in a regal purple robe embroidered with golden threads—a symbol of his royal station and immense spiritual realm standing.
Seated before a tall, polished mirror, the prince closed his eyes as the maid gently draped a silken cloth over his white hair before combing it with delicate strokes. The glow of his red eyes reflected in the mirror, burning bright like twin rubies.
The Lian breath caught slightly as she studied the flawless, handsome features framed by silver hair. "So beautiful… so fierce," she whispered, mesmerized.
Suddenly, she lowered her gaze respectfully, voice trembling, "Your Highness, forgive me. I nearly forgot… The 1st Prince of the Moon Kingdom—"
The prince's lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. "You honor me with your loyalty. Let none doubt who holds this throne."
The silence of the chamber was heavy, filled with the weight of destiny and power as the maid continued her gentle care, the prince lost in thoughts of battles yet to come.
The prince settled into a carved wooden chair, exhaustion etched on his sharp face. He motioned toward the tray and said softly, "Bring it here. I was hungry after this fighting."
The Lian carefully placed the food before him. As he picked up a piece of tender meat, he glanced at them and offered, "You should eat too, if you want. Because of me you have wake up this late night."
Lian cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes darting downward as she hesitated. The Mei smiled gently, reaching out to take a small bite of the meat from the prince's hand. The prince's lips curled into a rare, warm smile as he watched her savor it. "Good. You must keep your strength."
After the meal, fatigue weighed heavily on them all. The prince gestured toward a wide bed draped in silk. "It is late. Rest now."
They come inside the bedroom.
Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he approached Mei. He stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips.
"Your hands are shaking, little one," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Are you nervous about what I said yesterday?"
Mei nodded, unable to speak.
"Perhaps I can help you relax," he suggested, his hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts through her uniform. She gasped as his thumbs brushed against her nipples, which hardened instantly at his touch.
Lian watched from across the room, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. She had seen the prince's appetites before but had never been the object of his attention herself. Now, as she witnessed him fondling Mei, she felt a warmth spreading between her thighs that she couldn't ignore.
His hands moved to Mei's uniform, quickly untying the laces and pushing it off her shoulders. She stood before him in just her simple undergarments, her body trembling with anticipation. He turned her around to face him, his eyes drinking in the sight of her full breasts straining against her undergarment.
"Lian," he called out, not taking his eyes off Mei. "Come here"
The Lian hesitated for only a moment before approaching. He gestured for her to stand beside Mei, and she complied, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Both of you," he commanded them, "undress. I wish to see what belongs to me."
Mei and Lian exchanged a glance before slowly removing their remaining clothing. Mei's body was youthful and firm, with small, perky breasts and a flat stomach. Lian's body was more mature, with full, heavy breasts that swayed gently as she moved, and wider hips that promised a softer, more yielding experience.
His cock was now fully erect, straining against his rob. He walked around the maids, inspecting their bodies from every angle. His hands roamed freely, squeezing breasts, pinching nipples, and slipping between their legs to find them already wet with arousal.
"Good, now both of your in mood," he murmured. "You both please me."
He led them to the large four-poster bed in the center of the room, pushing them down onto the soft mattress. Mei lay on her back, her legs spread wide, while Lian knelt between them, her head lowered in submission.
He removed his own clothing, revealing his powerful, muscular body and his impressive cock, thick and long, standing proudly from his groin. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Mei's legs.
"Watch this Lian you've to learn this," he commanded Lian, who obediently raised her head to watch as the prince entered Mei.
He guided his cock to Mei's dripping entrance, pushing inside her slowly at first, then with increasing force. Mei cried out, her hands gripping the bedsheets as he filled her completely. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that soon had Mei moaning and writhing beneath him.
"Does that feel good, Mei?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
"Y-yes, I am happy your my first time my prince," Mei gasped, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy.
Lian watched with rapt attention, her own arousal growing as she witnessed the prince's dominance. She reached down to touch herself, her fingers finding her clit and beginning to circle it in time with the prince's thrusts.
His eyes flicked to Lian, noting her self-pleasure. "Good girl," he praised. "Now, taste her."
Lian scrambled to position herself between Mei's legs, her face hovering just above the younger maid's pussy. She tentatively extended her tongue, licking at the spot where the prince's cock was sliding in and out of Mei. The taste was intoxicating—sweet and musky, with a hint of salt from the prince's pre-cum.
"Deeper," He commanded, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Make her come."
Lian complied, her tongue delving deeper into Mei's folds, finding her clit and sucking on it gently. Mei's moans grew louder, her body arching off the bed as the dual stimulation overwhelmed her senses.
"Faster," His grunted, his hips slamming into Mei with increasing force. "I'm going to come."
Lian redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking rapidly against Mei's clit while her fingers found the prince's balls, gently massaging them. The combination was too much for Mei, who let out a cry of release as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around the prince's cock, milking him as he too found his release, his hot cum spilling deep inside her.
He collapsed onto the bed beside Mei, breathing heavily. Lian sat back on her heels, her own arousal aching for satisfaction.
"Now," the prince said, his voice already regaining its commanding tone, "it's your turn, Lian."