The phoenix matriarch is angry

Feng Luan lay beneath you, her body glistening with a sheer sheen of moisture. Her breasts, heavy and pale against the dark bamboo matting, rose and fell in short, ragged breaths. Her sharp, elegant features—usually frozen in a mask of absolute authority—were completely softened, flushed a deep, feverish crimson from the sheer intensity of the climax that had just ripped through her meridians. Deep within her, her tight, heat-slicked walls were still twitching around your spent shaft, attempting to hold onto the pulse of your imperial essence.

She turned her head slightly, her long black hair sprawled in wild tangles across her shoulders. Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with lingering arousal, focused on you with a mixture of disbelief and quiet indignation.

"You..." she growled, her voice trembling slightly, lacking its usual lethal power. "You intentionally spilled your seed deep inside me. You... you are trying to get me pregnant, aren't you? First my daughter, and now her mother? You mean to bind the entire Phoenix Clan to your imperial bloodline by filling our wombs!"