Chapter 604- Taking the Virgin to Experience Ecstasy
The room went silent except for the breathing of three people. The blind girl lay frozen on her bed, her bandaged chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow arcs. The mother stood near the door, her azure silk dress clinging to her sweat, her eyes wide and confused.
"Please, Ancestor," the mother whispered. She stepped forward, her hands clasped. "About my son. I beg you. Show mercy. I will do anything. I will pay any debt. Just spare his life."
The blind girl turned her head toward the sound.
"Should I leave, Ancestor?" she asked, her voice trembling. "If this is a private matter... I can go. I am only a disciple. I am nothing..."
"No," Tianlong said.
He sat up on the bed. His robe slid further open, the dense muscle of his chest catching the lamplight. His cock was thickening, the broad head lifting from his thigh, the shaft filling with blood. "Just sit there. Both of you. Close your eyes if you must, blind one. But do not leave."
The door was sealed.
The mother felt it. A formation had clicked into place, locking the room from the inside. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of his pheromones, the divine, musky smell that made her pussy clench and her new Core Formation base blaze.
She looked at him.
And in his gold-crimson eyes, she saw what he wanted. She saw the dark, hungry intent that had been there since the arena. Her heart hammered. Her mouth went dry. Her cunt flooded with fresh arousal.
’[The Mother — Internal]’
’He wants me to kneel.’
’Not for my son. Not for mercy. He wants me to kneel for that cock.’
’I can see it. It’s getting hard. It’s lifting under his robe. The same cock that was grinding against my ass on the platform. The same divine shaft that made me break through to Core Formation.’
’My son is in chains. My husband is at home. I am a mother. I am a wife.’
’I am going to kneel anyway.’
’I am going to suck that cock while a blind girl listens.’
’What kind of woman am I becoming?’
Tianlong untied his robe.
The silk cord fell away. The fabric parted, sliding off his shoulders, revealing the full, carved landscape of his torso. He stood between the two beds, his cock now fully erect, twelve inches of thick, dark-veined divine meat rising from his groin. The broad crimson head was swollen, glistening, pointing at the ceiling with arrogant, heavy weight.
"You know what you have to do," he said.
He looked at the mother.
She trembled.
Her knees buckled. She sank to the floor with a soft, wet sound, her azure silk dress bunching around her thick thighs. The stone was cold against her knees. She looked up at his cock from below, her eyes wide, her lips parted.
She reached for his robe.
Her fingers pulled the fabric down, exposing the base of his shaft, the heavy balls hanging beneath. The robe fell to his ankles. His cock stood free, massive and terrible, casting a thick shadow across her face.
She trembled.
Her lips were inches from the head. She could smell the musk—divine, heavy, overwhelming. The scent made her head spin. Her pussy clenched so hard she felt a gush of wetness soak her silk dress.
"Take it," he said.
He grabbed his cock and slapped her cheek with it.
PAH!
The sound was wet and heavy. The broad head struck her soft face with enough force to turn her head. Her skin burned where the hot flesh hit. She gasped, her eyes watering.
"Open your mouth," he commanded.
She obeyed.
Her lips parted, trembling. He slapped her face again with the shaft, dragging the thick meat across her lips, smearing precum on her cheeks. The cock was too big. The head alone was larger than her fist. She looked up at him with the shattered, worshipful eyes of a woman who had abandoned everything.
"Ancestor," she whispered.
"Take it," he repeated.
He pressed the head against her lips.
Her mouth stretched wide, the jaw cracking, as the broad dome pushed inside. Her tongue flattened under the weight. The taste was divine—salt and musk and something that made her Core Formation base shudder. She sucked weakly, her cheeks hollowing, her hands gripping his thighs.
The cock was hardening further.
It grew in her mouth, thickening, lengthening, pressing against the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering, her nose pressed against his lower abdomen. Her hands came up, grasping the shaft, stroking the thick veins that pulsed against her palms.
"Good," he said.
He looked toward the blind girl.
"Remove your robe," he said.
The blind girl sat frozen on her bed.
Her white eyes were wide, unseeing, tracking the sound of his voice. "What?" she breathed. "Ancestor... I am wounded. My arm... I do not understand..."
"I will help you guide the spiritual energy," Tianlong said.
His voice was even, patient, the voice of a teacher instructing a student. But his hand was in the mother’s hair, gripping her dark locks, forcing her head back and forth on his cock. The wet, sucking sounds filled the room.
"Remove it," he said again.
The blind girl trembled.
Her fingers found the ties of her rough disciple robe. She was naked beneath it—the healers had removed her undergarments to treat her wounds. She pulled the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist.
Her tits were small.
A handful each, pink and firm, the nipples stiff in the cool air of the ward. The bandages around her chest had been removed, revealing the scarred, lean muscle of her torso. Her body was tight, athletic, marked with old ritual wounds that stood pale against her skin.
Tianlong sat on the bed beside her.
He pulled his cock from the mother’s mouth with a wet, popping sound. The shaft glistened with her saliva, still hard, still massive. He settled onto the narrow bed next to the blind girl, his hip pressing against her thigh.
"Lie down," he said.
The blind girl obeyed.
She lay back on the bed, her white eyes staring at the ceiling, her small tits rising and falling with panicked breaths. Her broken arm was braced at her side. Her legs were pressed together, the dark hair of her pussy visible where the robe had fallen away.
Tianlong positioned himself over her.
His cock rested against her thigh, hot and heavy. She flinched at the contact, her whole body going rigid. "Ancestor," she whispered. "What is happening? I feel... I feel something against my leg. Something large. Something hot."
"Nothing," he said.
He leaned down and pinched her nipple.
His fingers gripped the stiff pink peak and twisted, hard enough to make her gasp. "We are just helping you," he said. "Helping you become stronger than that boy who broke your arm. You want to be strong, don’t you?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, Ancestor. But..."
He kissed her neck.
His lips pressed against the scarred skin below her ear, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her fear. His hand moved down her torso, over the flat plane of her stomach, to the dark hair between her legs.
"Spread," he said.
She trembled.
Her legs parted slightly, then wider. Her puffy labia were visible, pink and tight, the entrance small and unmarked. His hand cupped her cunt, his palm pressing against the warm flesh, his middle finger sliding between the lips to find her clit.
"Ah," she gasped. "Ancestor... that is... that is my..."