House Ma

Ma Yingliu was an exceptional specimen. She is the third child of Ma Jun, the current head of House Ma, a house of beastfolk. Beastfolk that exclusively had the characteristics of horses. For Yingliu, it was horse ears, and a tail, all sharing the chestnut color of her long hair. It was said the founder of their clan became infatuated with a mare some couple millenia ago, and the rest was history. From a very young age, Jun had always told Yingliu that she would become an extraordinary mare, and that she did. As she walked deeper into the corridors of the Ma Clan Palace, one of those extraordinary features flexed with each step, her buttocks. With them, she could easily leap twenty meters in the air if she wanted, and outrun a sabertooth tiger. She was summoned early this morning by her father to discuss something she had not anticipated, marriage. For many years it had not even been brought up by her father, but now, at twenty-one years of age, he was forcing her to marry. Yingliu was not exactly pleased by him surprising her with it, but she knew what she had to do, this was no ordinary husband after all, but the Celestial Emperor himself.

Yingliu cantered past the guards outside her father’s quarters, ignoring their calls for her to wait. As she made her way deeper into the palace and past the common areas, she entered the bedroom. Her senses were flooded by the smell of sex and the sight of her mother sprawled on the large bed with her pussy gaping and a thick white fluid gushing from it endlessly like magma. Beside her well-used mother, sat Jun, her father. His large semi-erect cock was hanging low as he sat at the edge of the bed drinking some oolong. His cock was massive, about the same size as the actual studs they used to breed their cavalry horses at the stables. Yingliu swallowed her spit, petrified by the fact that she will have to be taking a similar pounding from the Celestial Emperor in the near future. She had to regain her composure before bowing respectfully, then speaking.

“You called for me, Father?” Her voice was contralto, but soft.

Jun took a sip from his tea before speaking, “We need to get you fitted for a decent Hanfu. Your huntress getup will not likely satisfy this new Emperor.”

“I have Hanfu already.” Yingliu objected.

“Not any that will match your new role! This is important!” Shouted Jun. Yingliu’s mother twitched from the outburst, causing more sperm to leak out of her pussy. “If you do not get the title of Celestial Empress, then you are just the man’s slut. Royal Consort, my ass.”

“…Or worse,” Yingliu noted. She could at the end of the day be just a concubine, but with her well-defined buttocks was hoping she would not rank any lower than Consort or Zhuyao.

“Your new order of Hanfu will be sure to exemplify that ass your brothers are always looking at. As for your chastity?” Jun always doubted Yingliu’s commitment to staying a virgin, given her torn hymen.

“I am pure, Father!” Yingliu announced. She had mounted too many horses, was all, and not let her brothers experiment on her like her father had thought for a time. Actual horses, not beastfolk, and not sexually either. Trust me, I know.

“Then you are pure.” Jun took another sip of tea, “The sooner we can get you to the Imperial Palace the better. You will be competing with other daughters from four other Great Houses, and if I know that Luo woman, you might have more than four to worry about.”

“I will assure House Ma’s victory.” Yingliu announced with confidence, but then a wave of vulnerability hit her, “What kind of man is Emperor Xue Yun?”

“From what the Royal Councilors have written me, he’s not much to ponder about, but it could be some scheme by them. I will give you one warning. Empress Dowager Yi had spoken the worst of him. You must be wary of that woman. If she even thinks you have the opportunity to snatch power away from her, you may suffer a fate worse than ****.”

“You have history with her, Father?” Yingliu knew few that would rattle the man like so, and for that, she did not take his warning lightly.

Jun, remembering his history with Yi, **** his cock to start hardening again. The massive appendage rose with each pulse from his heart, and he put his tea down and got back on the bed completely with Yingliu’s mother. Yingliu’s eyes naturally went wide, as Jun rammed his rod into her cum soaked pussy again, making Yingliu’s mother scream.

Even though Yingliu was not formally dismissed, she bowed as elegantly as she could given the circumstances, and left the room. Then she left the entire master quarters of the palace right back to where the guards that initially tried to stop her stood. She threw back her chestnut hair, trying to ignore the echoing screams of her mother getting fucked.

“Summon the tailor,” She commanded one. And off he ran.