Chapter 558- A Virgin Elder’s Blood
"That one," he said.
He pointed.
Fanxue went completely still.
"I — " she started again. Her voice came out three registers higher than usual. "Ancestor, this humble one has preserved her —" She swallowed. "I have maintained my cultivation through the preservation of — the Plum Blossom technique in its pure form requires that the practitioner maintain — I was preserving it for my Dao companion —"
"You are," said the sect master Yaolan, who had descended the pool steps and was standing waist-deep in the blood-tinged water with the expression of a woman who had decided that her personal dignity was best maintained by moving forward rather than remaining in place, "in the presence of an ancestor. You are blessed to be chosen."
"Sect master —"
"’Go,’" said Yaolan.
Fanxue’s mouth closed.
Her arms dropped from around her tits.
She looked at the pool. She looked at the man in the pool, at the massive, now-erecting cock that had been rising steadily since the elders began undressing — twelve inches of thick, dark-veined shaft standing at an angle from the water’s surface, the broad crimson head swelling, the veins tightening along its length in a visible progression that made the water displacement around it measurably change.
Her Nascent Soul flickered.
Her pussy, which had been receiving the room’s pheromone concentration for twenty minutes and had been responding against her best efforts for all twenty of those minutes, clenched softly around nothing.
"Someone assist her," Tianlong said, not unkindly.
Elder Mengsha and the broad-hipped elder moved.
They took Fanxue’s arms.
Not roughly. With the calm efficiency of cultivators who had made their peace with the current direction of events and were executing their part in it. One took her left arm, one took her right, and they walked her to the pool edge, into the water, across the warm, blood-tinted floor of the pool toward where Tianlong stood.
Fanxue walked with the stiff, forward-facing attention of a woman whose mind had temporarily disconnected from her body’s movement and was watching from somewhere slightly above and behind it.
They lifted her.
One elder took her left leg, the other her right, hooking under her knees and hoisting her thighs up and outward in the supporting position — her legs spread wide, hanging over their forearms, her full weight supported between them. She floated in the warm water at the height of Tianlong’s abdomen, her pussy presented forward, the tight, dark-haired lips trembling with each breath she took.
She was crying already.
Not dramatically. Just the quiet, continuous leak of tears from wide-open eyes, her lips pressed together, her hands gripping the arms of the elders holding her with white-knuckled desperation.
"Please," she whispered. "Please be careful. I — please —"
Tianlong looked at her pussy.
The tight lips were flushed at the edges, the arousal the pheromones had forced from her body showing in the wet gleam along her slit, the slight parting of the close-pressed flesh. He brought his cock forward, the head pressing against the outside of her entrance.
She gasped.
"Hnn~!"
The heat of the contact made her whole body twitch, her tits bouncing with the motion, the small pink nipples catching the steam-light.
He pressed.
The cockhead spread her labia.
The tight lips parted around the broad dome with a resistance that was total and complete — the resistance of flesh that had genuinely never been opened, every fold of her pussy pressing back against the intrusion with the insistent, urgent message that this space was not designed for the scale of what was pressing against it.
"HNGH~!" She squeezed the elders’ arms. "It — it is too —"
He pressed further.
The head sank in one inch.
Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, the tight ring of her entrance visible spread around the shaft, her pussy lips bulging outward around the intrusion. The puffy labia flattened and then folded inward, clinging to the cockhead as if trying to push it back out.
Two inches.
"NNGH~!! PLEASE — I CAN FEEL IT — IT IS TEARING —"
His hands came up.
He grabbed her tits.
Both of them, his large palms covering the full mounds, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, thumbs finding her nipples and pressing down with a rolling pinch that sent a sharp current of something that was not entirely pain through her chest and directly into her lower core.
She cried out — not from the pinch alone but from the way her cultivation base, which had been wound tight around the Plum Blossom technique’s lower-core warmth for two hundred years, responded to the direct stimulation of her nipples by flooding her dantian with warmth that pooled between her legs and made her pussy clench down on the two inches of cock currently inside it.
Three inches.
The blood came.
A thin thread of dark red, diluting immediately in the pool water, spreading in a faint curl from where his shaft met her stretched entrance. The proof of what was being unmade.
"AAAH~!! HIEKK~!! IT HURTS~!!"
He looked at her face.
Tears and snot, her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut, her tits in his hands.
He grabbed her hips.
"Wait — WAIT — PLEASE —"
He slammed her down.
The remaining length of him drove home in a single, complete stroke, his balls slapping against her ass in the water, the cockhead punching through her cervix and landing in her womb with the total, catastrophic impact of something occupying a space that had been empty for two hundred years.
"KYAAAANNNNGHHHHG~!!!"
The sound filled the bath hall from wall to wall.
It was not a moan and it was not a scream. It was the sound of a body receiving more information than it could process in sequential order, all at once, every pain receptor and pleasure receptor and spiritual sense receptor firing simultaneously, her cultivation base blazing with the Plum Blossom technique’s full activation, her dantian flooding with energy that came from nowhere she could identify.
Her back arched.
Her tits pressed upward against his hands, the nipples stabbing into his palms.
Her belly — where his cock outline pressed visibly through her skin from the inside, the dome of his length evident below her navel — convulsed in a long, rolling spasm.
The elders holding her legs stared at the visible bulge in her abdomen.
Elder Mengsha’s jaw was very tight.
The sect master Yaolan, standing waist-deep in the pink water twelve feet away, watched with the expression of a woman who had been through significant events today and was adding this to the list.
Tianlong held Fanxue impaled on his full length, unmoving, feeling every flutter and clench of her destroyed virginity around his shaft.
He looked down at her tear-soaked face.
At the way her mouth hung open, the sound still dying in her throat, her tongue visible behind her teeth.
At the pulse of her Plum Blossom cultivation base activating, warm and pink and involuntary, her dantian recognizing what had entered her body the way the technique had always been designed to recognize it.
He smiled.
"Two hundred years," he said, looking down at her, his cock buried to the base in her ruined, tight cunt. "And this is what you were saving it for."
He pulled back.
One long, slow drag, her pussy lips clinging to the shaft, her walls gripping him with the desperate, vice-like pressure of flesh that had never stretched before and did not know how to let go.
Then he thrust.
PAH!
"AANGH~!!"
Again.
PAH!
"HIEKK~!! OUNGH~!!"