Chapter 562- Elders Nightmare or Elder being Fuck Mare?!
PAH PAH PAH! PAAH! PHACCKK!
"AAANGH~!! HIEKK~!! YOUR JADE PILLAR IS IN MY BELLY~!! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY STOMACH~!! ANCESTOR THIS HUMBLE ELDER CANNOT WALK AFTER THIS~!!"
"You can cultivate instead," he said.
He spanked her ass with one open palm, the crack of it ringing sharp and clean above the wet flesh-slapping, her smooth buttocks turning a deep red at the impact point, the color blooming outward through the pale skin.
"HNGH~!!"
He spanked her again.
"AAANGH~!!"
Again, harder.
"HAIYAANGH~!! ANCESTOR~!! YOUR PALM IS AS HEAVY AS A MOUNTAIN~!!"
Sect master Yaolan stood in the center of the pool.
The water was pink-gold now, fully saturated with the combination of blood and seed and the cultivation overflow of three elders’ simultaneous Plum Blossom technique activations. It came to her lower ribs, warm against her bare skin, the spiritual charge in it humming against her meridians in a constant, insistent frequency.
Her hand was between her thighs.
She had not decided to put it there.
She had become aware of it approximately thirty seconds after the fact, when the sound of Caifen’s anal destruction had produced an involuntary response in her own body that she had attempted to manage and had failed to manage and had then made the four-hundred-year-cultivator’s decision to simply acknowledge as information without judgment.
Her fingers moved.
Her own pussy, untouched by anything except her own periodic management for two decades since her master’s death, pressed against her hand with the wet insistence of a body that had been receiving pheromone saturation for an hour and watching acts of divine fornication at close range.
She rubbed.
Slowly, then less slowly, her palm pressing flat against her silver-haired mound, the soft lips parting against the pressure, the slick warmth of herself coating her fingers. Her other hand came up and gripped her own tit — her enormous, tied-off heavy tit, which had been aching with neglected arousal since the clearing at the border territory — and squeezed.
She watched Tianlong pound Ruiwen’s asshole into a new shape.
She watched the cock bulge move through Ruiwen’s lower abdomen in a visible, obscene tracking motion with every thrust.
Her fingers moved faster.
’This,’ some part of her four-hundred-year-old cultivator’s mind observed, ’is what the Plum Blossom technique was actually designed around.’
Not the careful, solitary meditation she had been practicing. Not the controlled, transactional use of an older master’s lesser endowment. The technique’s foundational frequency, which she had always accessed at maybe thirty percent of its range, was currently pressing against the full ceiling of her cultivation base and asking to go higher.
Her hips moved against her own hand in the water.
She made a sound she had not made in a very long time. Small, quiet, almost lost in the bath hall’s general noise.
Her dantian pulsed.
Tianlong came in Ruiwen’s ass.
The blast went directly into her bowels with enough volume and pressure to make her belly round visibly below the water line, the warmth of it radiating through her lower body in a flood that set her cultivation base blazing. He pulled out before the last pulse, the final ropes of seed arcing through the steam and landing across her bare, red-marked ass in thick white stripes.
Ruiwen collapsed.
Her face went into the water. She lifted it immediately, coughing, her eyes glazed, her bare ass still in the air with its new shape — stretched, soft, the smooth skin flushed deep red from the spanking and the friction, his seed running down her inner thighs.
"BREAKTHROUGH—!?!"
Elder Mengsha’s voice.
The formation characters were blooming above Ruiwen’s twitching body, pink-gold, unmistakable.
Peak Nascent Soul — Achieved.
Then above Caifen, who was still folded sideways in the water with her enormous tits floating and her dark nipples pointing at the ceiling and her gaping asshole slowly leaking.
Peak Nascent Soul — Achieved.
The bath hall smelled of seed and spiritual energy and pine-mineral water and the specific, charged warmth of cultivation techniques activating at scale.
Tianlong turned.
He looked at Elder Mengsha.
She had pushed herself upright from the pool edge. Her massive tits hung against her chest, marked with his handprints in blooming bruises, her dark nipples bitten red at their peaks. Her asshole was a ruin. Her cultivation base was vibrating with the sympathetic resonance of two simultaneous breakthroughs at close range.
She met his eyes.
"Your turn," he said.
He crossed the pool toward her.
She did not move away.
He grabbed her by the tits.
Both of them, full handfuls of the enormous, heavy mounds, lifting them and pressing them together, the dark nipples pointing forward between his thumbs. He put his mouth on one — sucked it in to the fullest extent his mouth would take, which was substantial — and bit down on the nipple with a force that made her grab his head and scream.
"AAANGHH~!! MY NIPPLE~!! ANCESTOR YOU WILL BITE IT OFF~!!"
He did not bite it off. He left a mark on it that would be visible for several cultivation cycles. He moved to the other one and repeated.
"HIEEKK~!!"
He bit the side of her tit next, his teeth sinking into the soft outer flesh, leaving an arc of red in the pale skin that would turn purple by morning.
"AAAH~!! WHY ARE YOU BITING~!! ANCESTOR~!! THIS ELDER IS FOUR HUNDRED YEARS OLD~!!"
"Irrelevant," he said, against her tit-flesh.
He pulled her forward by her nipples, walking backward to the pool’s shallow end, dragging her by the most undignified possible handle until she was stumbling through the water after him with her enormous tits stretched forward in his grip and her cultivation dignity somewhere at the bottom of the pool.
He sat on the carved stone step.
His cock stood straight up from the water, twelve inches of dark-veined, crimson-headed, seed-wet shaft pointing at the bath hall ceiling.
He looked at Elder Mengsha.
"Sit," he said.
She looked at the cock. At the length of it, the thickness of it, the still-pulsing vein that ran its entire underside.
She thought about her previous master. About the seven inches she had used as a scale.
She sat.
Her wide hips straddled his thighs, her large, abused asshole pressing against his shaft as she positioned herself above him. Her enormous tits hung against his face, the bitten nipples brushing his mouth.
He grabbed her hips.
And slammed her down — not onto her ass, but onto her cunt.
Her hairy pussy, wet and flushed and involuntarily ready after an hour of pheromone saturation, took him with a single catastrophic stroke that pushed every other sensation out of her body and replaced it with the one primary fact of twelve inches of divine cock driving through her cervix and landing in her womb.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
He grabbed her massive tits again from below, lifted them, buried his face between them, sucked hard at the bitten nipple while his hips began to piston upward from below.
PAH! PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"AAANGHH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! IT IS DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHER HOLE~!! ANCESTOR~!! MY WOMB~!! YOU ARE INSIDE MY WOMB~!! HIEEKK~!!"
Her enormous ass clapped down against his thighs with every impact, the fat globes spreading outward and bouncing back, the sound echoing wet and deep off the stone walls. Her tits bounced against his face with each impact, slapping his cheeks, the heavy undersides swinging.
"NOONGHHH~!! YOUR JADE PILLAR IS HITTING SOMETHING~!! SOMETHING THAT MY MASTER NEVER~!! NEVER IN FOUR HUNDRED YEARS~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
He wrapped both arms around her enormous body, pinning her against his chest, her tits squashed between them, and drove upward with the full power of his hips, a rapid, blurring series of strokes that made her round ass clap at a frequency that sounded like applause.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAAH PAAAH PHACCK!!
"AAANGHH~!! OUNGH~!! HIEKK~!! KYAAA~!! I AM GOING TO~!! ANCESTOR YOUR COCK IS DESTROY~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"