Chapter 568- IT IS TEARING!
The bed did not creak. It was built on stone. But the formation beneath the mattress hummed with the impact, the warmth-array registering the sudden significant addition of weight and pressure and recalibrating with a soft, continuous pulse.
PAH! PAH! PAAH!
"HIEKK~!! ANCESTOR~!! THE DEPTH FROM BEHIND~!! IT IS DIFFERENT FROM THE POOL~!! SOMETHING IS — HNGH~!! — SOMETHING IS ANGLED DIFFERENTLY AND HITTING — AAANGHH~!!"
"That," he said, his hips finding their rhythm, the full twelve inches working in and out of her with the blurring efficiency of a cultivation body operating at a fraction of its capacity, "is your anterior wall."
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"MY WHAT~!! OUNGH~!! I DID NOT KNOW I HAD A — HAAIYAANGH~!! ANCESTOR SOMETHING IS BUILDING~!! IT IS BUILDING VERY FAST~!!"
"Four hundred years of pressure," he said. "It will take some time to release fully."
PHACCK!! PAH PAH!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
She squirted.
The first one was enormous — a pulsing, pressurized stream that soaked the silk beneath her thighs in a single sustained burst, her thighs shaking, her enormous tits sliding forward across the bed with the force of her body’s convulsion. She pissed herself at the same time, the stream mixing, hot and uncontrolled, running down her inner thighs and pooling beneath her knees.
She gasped in a breath.
"I — I — ancestor that was not — I did not — I have never — "
"I know," he said. And kept fucking.
### Day One
He fucked her against the wall.
Her face to the stone, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, his cock driving into her from behind at an upward angle that lifted her onto her toes with each thrust. Her enormous tits pressed flat against the cold stone, the temperature contrast against her flushed skin making her nipples harden to points that scraped the carved cultivation texts as he moved her.
PAH! PAH! PAAH!
"HIEKK~!! THE WALL~!! MY CHEST~!! ANCESTOR YOUR JADE PILLAR IS LIFTING ME~!! MY FEET ARE LEAVING THE FLOOR~!!"
"Then use the wall," he said.
PAH PAH PHACCK!
"AAANGHH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! I AM USING THE WALL~!! THE WALL IS ALL I HAVE~!!"
He took her from behind, from the front, on her back with both legs over his shoulders, face-down with her ass in the air, sideways with one leg lifted — working through every position methodically, not because methodology was his goal but because her body had never been shown its own range and he was showing it, angle by angle, in the room with the candles burning their ordinary light.
She came six times before midnight.
Each time her body squirted. Each time she grabbed the nearest surface — the bedpost, his arms, her own hair — and produced sounds that the formation-sealed chamber walls contained with great efficiency.
"I did not know," she kept saying, in the gaps. "I did not know it could — I have been cultivating for four hundred years and I did not know my body could —"
"It could always," he said. "You were simply given the wrong instrument."
She was quiet for a moment, catching her breath, his cock still inside her, both of them still on the warm silk.
"When you call me loose," she said, her voice careful. "Is that what you actually think."
"No," he said. "You are the tightest four-hundred-year-old cultivator I have encountered." He felt her face move — the small, involuntary shift of a woman who had just received information she did not know how to hold. "I said it to see what it would surface."
"That was unkind," she said.
"Yes," he agreed.
Another silence.
"Do it again," she said, "and I will bite you."
He chuckled. The sound moved through his chest into hers where it pressed against his side.
"Noted," he said.
Then he rolled her onto her back and showed her what the 69 position produced in a woman whose lower dantian had been operating at thirty percent for three centuries, and she stopped making careful conversation entirely.
### Day Two
He woke her by pressing his cock against her pussy from behind in the grey pre-dawn light.
She was half-asleep. She registered it in , morning-soft awareness of a body that had been thoroughly used the day before and had spent the night healing at the accelerated rate that cultivation bodies heal and was now warm and supple and responsive in a way that was entirely different from conscious daytime.
"Hnnn~"
Not a protest.
He pressed in slowly, all twelve inches, the morning-soft walls accepting him with a warm, sleepy welcome that made her push back against him without waking fully, her enormous tits pressing into the pillow, her silver hair spread loose across the silk.
He fucked her slowly this time. Long, unhurried strokes that rocked her gently, morning light building through the eastern window, the candles burned down to stubs from the night before.
"Aaangh~" she murmured, into the pillow. "Mmmph~"
Not distress. The sounds of a body receiving something it had decided, at a level below thought, that it wanted.
"Good morning," he said, against the back of her neck.
She made a sound that started as a response and ended as a moan as his cock pressed deeper.
Then he reached around her and grabbed both enormous tits, and the morning ended.
PAH PAH PAH PAH!
"KYAAANNGHH~!! IN THE MORNING~!! ANCESTOR~!! THIS HUMBLE SECT MASTER WAS STILL SLEEPING~!!"
"You were not sleeping," he said.
"I WAS MOSTLY SLEEPING~!! HIEKK~!! YOUR JADE PILLAR DOES NOT HAVE A MORNING SCHEDULE~!!"
"I am the schedule," he said.
PHACCK!!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! THEN THIS SECT MASTER REQUIRES A DIFFERENT SCHEDULE~!! AAANGHH~!!"
"No," he said.
He took her through morning, bathed her in the sect master’s private bath — a smaller room than the great bath hall, stone tub, spring-fed, the water formation-warm — and fucked her in the bath.
Her enormous tits floated.
He sat in the tub and placed her in his lap, facing him this time, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock inside her in the deep water, and moved her up and down with his hands on her waist while her tits pressed against his face and her head fell back.
"HNGH~! OUNGH~! ANCESTOR~!! IN THE BATH~!! ALSO IN THE BATH~!!"
"You bathed before this?" he asked, against her tit.
"YES AND NOW I REQUIRE ANOTHER BATH~!! HIEKK~!!"
"Then we will have another bath," he said, and bit her nipple.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
### Day Three
He fucked her anal in the morning.
She was face-down on the bed, hips raised by his hands, her face in the pillow with the resigned expression of a woman who had learned in forty-eight hours that anticipating him was not a useful cognitive strategy and had decided to simply receive.
He pressed his cockhead against her asshole with the morning deliberateness of a man beginning a project.
"Ancestor," she said, into the pillow.
"Yes."
"That is the wrong —"
"You said that yesterday," he said. "The answer has not changed."
"It is anatomically —"
"Also still the same answer."
He pushed.
The resistance was less than it had been. Her body, which had been receiving instruction at an accelerated rate, had begun — reluctantly, involuntarily, with the grudging adaptation of flesh that has been shown it has more range than it believed — to accommodate. The ring stretched around his head with a hot, burning pressure that made her toes curl and her fists grip the pillow.
"NNGH~!! IT STILL HURTS~!! ANCESTOR~!! FOUR HUNDRED YEARS AND MY BACK GATE HAS NEVER~!!"
"It is adjusting," he said.
"IT IS TEARING~!!"