just had a mingcheng thought with my signature fem!jc I want Jiang Cheng absolutely wrecked by Nie Mingjue

Jiang Cheng is a tall woman, broad-shouldered and muscled, but next to Nie Mingjue, like everyone else, she's but a small, slender maiden.

During their wedding night, both shorn of their festive red robes, Jiang Cheng gulps at the size of her husband's erect cock, reminding herself that he is sweet and gentle beneath that gruff exterior, and lies back, hesitantly spreading her legs. His lips curl into a smirk.

His fingers are already so big and thick inside her, opening her up, that she can't imagine what taking Mingjue-ge's length must feel like.

"Nnngh." Her legs shift, knuckle dug into her mouth, his hand firm against her chest. "Relax, A-Cheng." His deep voice rumbles.

"P-Please, I can -" She moans, as his four fingers continue to plunge and thrust into her cunt, drenched in the slick of her previous orgasm. She's so hot, so unbearably aroused, yet aching and empty, throbbing between her legs, "Da-ge, please, I want you-"

"Not yet, A-Cheng."

She doesn't know how long it's been, how long she lay on the silk sheets of their matrimonial bed and let him take her apart, the crescent moon high in the sky and the candles already burning low. Her slick drools down her thighs. "It's enough!" She whines, "Fuck me!"

His eyes spark, member still so obscenely big between his legs, untouched all this while. "Are you sure you're ready, A-Cheng?" Mingjue growls, and she nods frantically.

Her hands tighten on his shoulders as he feeds his cock inside her, and she could never be prepared for this,

the long, wide stretch, virginal cunt split open on his size, and it doesn't hurt, but it still burns, and she shivers, panting as he guides her down with his palm, so broad on the small of her back, her husband dwarfs her, so big, so huge, everywhere, it overwhelms.

"Mingjue," She sobs, instinctively spreading her thighs even wider as she sinks down, entire world narrowed down into the parting of her walls and the lips of her cunt swollen open on his cock, "Mingjue-ge," and he kisses her just like he fights, rough and dominating.

Jiang Cheng trembles and lets out a cry when she finally reaches the end, her plump ass against the corded muscles of his thighs and his length fully sheathed inside her. He's stroking her hair, nipping the skin of her neck, telling her how good she's doing, making something

inside her curl with satisfaction, and a slight shift makes her moan again at the huge cock inside rubbing against her sensitive walls, sending pleasure edged with pain trilling up her spine-

and when Mingjue finally starts to move, she loses the ability to think.

Jiang Cheng is a Sect Leader, Sandu Shengshou, she wants to give back to her new husband as much as she's given, but, impaled on his cock so deeply she can feel it in her throat, all she can see are his flinty eyes and feel his hands on her waist, the silk against her back

as he drags his cock out of her and fills her again with a powerful thrust that rattles her bones. Any man next to her husband is made weak, and even the daughter of the Violet Spider becomes a lotus flower in his steel grip, blooming petals to accommodate him. She whimpers,

mouth falling open as her body yields to him, hands digging into the skin of his back as he pounds inside her. "Nngh...nnnh...D-Da-ge...nnn..." She pants, only able to hang on as each thrust shakes her to her core and makes the bed creak.

"You can take it, A-Cheng."

"I know you can. You're not some shrinking maiden." He declares, and she nods in reply, in agreement, feeling him carve her open to make space for himself while she embraced him fully, submitted her body to intimately remember the shape of him.

"Yes, Mingjue - Husband-!" She cries out, breathless at another harsh slam of his hips into her, the stretch of his cock forcing her walls open and her cunt clamping tightly around him, pushing back, turning their bodies into a battlefield with every slap and squelch and moan.

Her limbs are shaking when she gushes, her pussy still stuffed full, and she lets him flip her boneless body over and only moans as he rubs his flagging cock against her frothed folds, rubbing himself back erect - "Hold on tight, A-Cheng," and she nods, determinedly declaring-

"I can take it-" in lust and affection before mewling when he pulls her down on his cock a second time and fucks her relentlessly from behind, Jiang Cheng holding herself up instead of collapsing in-between panting and gasping, because she is Chifeng-zun's wife,

and both of them fuck as hard and as mercilessly as they fight. She scrambles for purchase and fights for sanity, consciousness, as he drives into her again, one hand pressing her stomach to trace the bulge of his cock inside her.

She screams when she climaxes again, her back arching up as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her flush to him. She screams louder - "Mingjue-!" when he lifts her off the bed to keep using her, keep going, thrusting faster than the punishing pace he's already set.

In the end, gathered into his arms, all she can do is say his name breathlessly, his cock pulling out with a pop from her gaping cunt oozing slick and cum onto the red silk sheets.

Sect Leader Jiang carries herself straight-backed and even paced, her strides always long and purposeful.

They say that she walked funny the first week after her wedding to her husband Chifeng-zun, and who could blame her?