8-1 The White Tiger Spirit Kingdom
Meanwhile…
In a realm far removed from the mortal world — the majestic domain known as the White Tiger Spirit Kingdom, ruled by Tejo Wingit.
Tejo sat high upon a throne carved from solid gold, exuding authority and power.
Flanking him on either side sat eight of his favorite consorts — all breathtakingly beautiful, with soft, full figures that stirred desire at a single glance.
Their names were:
Bartini, Cartini, Dartini, Partini, Gartini,
Hartini, Jartini, Kartini, Latini and Martini.
Bartini: “Master… A few days ago, the whole realm shook as if struck by a great earthquake.”
Cartini: “What could possibly cause such a disturbance?”
Dartini: “Is it an invasion by enemies from outside?”
Tejo stroked his smooth, hairless chin thoughtfully.
Tejo: “There walks a powerful mortal who has broken through the sacred barrier of Elder Jembar and Nyai Ambar.”
Bartini: “But why does their power reach all the way here?”
Cartini: “Is not Elder Jembar the oldest and strongest of all white tiger spirits?”
Tejo: “That is true.
And remember — we are their descendants.
Our protective barriers are woven from the same ancient energy.
When their realm trembles, ours echoes the same vibration.”
Bartini, blessed with the softest and most generous curves of them all, immediately curled affectionately against Tejo’s side — her warmth and yielding softness enough to cloud any man’s mind.
Tejo: “Bartini… and all my beloved companions… let us retire now to the private chambers.”
Bartini whispered playfully
Bartini: “So early in the morning, Master?”
Cartini smiled, her eyes glowing with unspoken hunger.
Cartini’: “Our Master’s appetite never fades, does it?”
Dartini giggled softly: “We thought we pleased you fully just last night, Master…”
Tejo only grinned broadly, his expression eager and wild.
Bartini: “Come then, sisters!
Follow our Master!”
Their voices rose in soft, excited chatter — to human ears, those same sounds would have resembled the deep, powerful roars and purrs of tigers echoing through the mountains. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
Tejo: “Ki Wongso!
Stand guard and watch over the kingdom!
I shall be occupied for some time!”
Ki Wongso: “It shall be done, Master!”
Tejo strode confidently toward the inner chambers.
The moment the doors swung open, his eyes lit with burning desire — Bartini and all the others stood waiting, their silken robes already discarded, their flawless forms bared completely for his pleasure.
Tejo was instantly captivated.
He drank in the sight of their lush beauty — soft curves framed by thick, dark locks that grew in abundance between their thighs, veiling their most intimate secrets and circling their tender rear openings like dark, fragrant blossoms.
He quickly stripped off his own garments, revealing his virile strength — long, firm, and throbbing with urgent readiness.
He lunged forward and drew Bartini into a fierce embrace, crushing her softness against him, kneading her full breasts, kissing her deeply and hungrily, while his hands roamed freely, caressing and squeezing her plump, yielding hips.
Bartini: “Ahh… Master… you burn so hot…”
The rest of the consorts watched with giggling delight, enjoying the sight of their Master’s insatiable hunger.
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8-2 The Plump Consort
Before long, Bartini’s soft, rounded form lay beneath Tejo, pinned gently yet firmly to the bed, looking up at him with a teasing, inviting smile.
Tejo: “Bartini… where shall I find your warmth?
This soft, dark veil hides everything from me!”
Bartini blushed deep crimson, her eyes glistening.
Bartini: “Here, Master… let me guide you to where you belong.”
Her delicate hand wrapped around his hard, eager length, leading it straight to the heart of her desire — already warm, moist, and waiting to receive him.
Tejo pressed his hips forward in one smooth motion.
PLUNK…!!!
Bartini: “Ahh… yes… Master… so deep…”
Tejo: “Heavenly… your body is softer than the finest feather mattress, warmer than any hearth…”
Bartini’s cheeks flushed even more intensely.
To look at them, she was actually taller and broader‑bodied than Tejo — yet when he lay upon her, he seemed to melt right into her softness, looking small and content, like a babe nestled against its mother’s breast.
Tejo began to move, setting a steady, powerful rhythm.
Suddenly
Bartini cried out loud, her back arching.
Her thick, strong legs locked tightly around Tejo’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer until he seemed completely swallowed up in the depths of her soft flesh.
Bartini: “Ahh… Master… I am overcome… I am lost in you…”
Tejo felt the hot, sweet waves of her pleasure wash over him, flooding him from within — yet his strength remained unyielding, firm and ready, and he drove into her even harder.
Now that she had reached her peak, her body relaxed into a softer, more yielding paradise, heightening every sensation beyond measure.
At the foot of the bed, the other consorts watched with shining, hungry eyes.
Cartini: “See how she trembles… she has surely found paradise.”
Dartini: “Such pleasure… I ache just watching her.”
Partini: “Soon it will be our turn… I can hardly wait.”
Gartini giggled knowingly: “Mark my words — Master will take Cartini from behind first, I am certain!”
They exchanged glances, their smiles wicked and eager, their breath catching as they held back their own rising longing.
And true to Gartini’s guess…
Tejo slowly withdrew from Bartini’s inner warmth, his length glistening, slick and shining from their shared passion.
Tejo roared in pleasure.
Tejo: “Cartini!
Step forward at once!
Bend low here beside Bartini!”
Gartini laughed triumphantly, giving Cartini’s rear a playful push: “There!
I said it!
Master hungers for your back door tonight!”
Cartini squealed with delight and hurried to obey, leaning forward and arching her hips high beside the still‑gasping Bartini.
Her full, rounded rear was presented openly, the dark softness between her cheeks glistening already, as if dewy and ready to be claimed.
Tejo rose and positioned himself right behind that tempting, ample offering, his manhood throbbing in anticipation.
PLUNK…!!!
With one firm push, he sank deep into Cartini’s hidden rear warmth, filling her completely, stretching her in a new, exquisite way.
TO BE CONTINUED…