Chapter 611- On Their Knees
"He is meditating," Tianlong said. His hand squeezed her ass harder. "His eyes are closed. He cannot see."
"He could open them," the Liu mother whispered. Her voice was hoarse. She was trembling. Her thick body was pressing against his side, her enormous tit crushed against his arm. "Please, Ancestor. Not in front of our sons."
Tianlong looked at her.
His gold-crimson eyes moved over her face, her neck, the heavy swell of her tits beneath the dark robe. He smiled. "Your sons need guidance," he said. "I am here to guide them."
He released their asses and walked toward the waterfall.
The two boys opened their eyes as he approached. They scrambled to their feet, bowing with the clumsy, panicked haste of young men in the presence of overwhelming power.
"Ancestor!" the Cai boy said.
"Ancestor," the Liu boy echoed, his head bowed.
Tianlong looked at them. Two young cultivators. One righteous, one corrupted. Both terrified. Both sons of the thick, maternal women he had spent the night destroying.
"I will help you guide your spiritual energy," Tianlong said. "The waterfall cultivation method is crude. I will show you a better way."
Both boys blinked. Hope flickered in their eyes. The kind of hope that children feel when an adult offers to help.
"Sit," Tianlong said. "Close your eyes. Focus on your lower dantian. I will circulate the qi."
The boys sat.
They closed their eyes. They pressed their hands together in meditation posture. Their breathing slowed. Their cultivation bases flickered to life.
Tianlong turned to the mothers.
Both women stood by the willow gate, their thick bodies trembling, their faces flushed. The morning sun caught the bite marks on the Cai mother’s neck, visible above her silk collar. The Liu mother’s dark robe was damp at the crotch, the arousal soaking through the fabric.
Tianlong walked to the Cai mother.
He stood before her, his gold-crimson eyes moving over her flushed face, her heaving tits, her trembling lips. He reached out and grabbed her jaw, tilting her head back.
"You served me well last night," he said.
"Ancestor..." she breathed.
He kissed her.
His mouth crashed onto hers with the brutal, consuming force of a man claiming property. His tongue pushed past her lips, invading her mouth, tasting her. She gasped into the kiss, her hands coming up to grip his arms, her enormous tits pressing against his chest.
His hand found her tit through the silk. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the heavy flesh, his thumb pressing her stiff nipple. She moaned into his mouth.
’[The Cai Mother — Internal]’
’He is kissing me. In front of my son. Ten feet away. If my boy opens his eyes, he will see his mother’s mouth being fucked by the ancestor’s tongue.’
’I can taste the blind girl on his lips. I can taste the seed. I can taste my own ass. The cocktail of last night’s depravity is on his tongue and I am swallowing it.’
’My son is meditating. His eyes are closed. He trusts me. He thinks I am safe.’
’I am sucking the ancestor’s tongue while my son cultivates ten feet away.’
’I am the worst mother in the world.’
’And my cunt is so wet it is running down my leg.’
The Liu mother watched.
Her thick body was rigid. Her hands were clenched at her sides. Her dark nipples were so stiff they ached against her robe. She could see the ancestor’s hand squeezing the Cai mother’s tit through the silk. She could hear the wet, muffled sounds of their kiss.
She felt jealous.
The realization hit her like a physical blow. She was jealous. Of another woman being kissed by the man who had destroyed her ass the night before. She wanted his mouth on hers. She wanted his hand on her tit. She wanted—
Tianlong’s hand found her.
Without breaking the kiss with the Cai mother, his right hand moved behind him and found the Liu mother’s hip. He pulled her forward, pressing her thick body against his back. His hand slid down, over her ass, and his middle finger pressed against her anal through the robe.
She cried out.
"AAH~!!" The sound was sharp, involuntary. She clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with terror.
The Cai boy’s eyes flickered.
"Mother?" he said, his meditation breaking. "Is everything alright?"
Tianlong broke the kiss. He looked at the boy with his gold-crimson eyes. "No need to open your eyes," he said. His voice was calm, even, the voice of a teacher. "Your mother stumbled on the wet stone. She is fine. Focus on your cultivation."
The boy hesitated.
Then he closed his eyes. His breathing slowed. He returned to meditation.
Tianlong turned to the Liu mother.
He pulled her around to his front, positioning her beside the Cai mother. Both thick, maternal women stood before him, their faces flushed, their tits heaving, their bodies trembling.
He grabbed the Liu mother’s robe and pulled it open.
Her tits were enormous. Heavier than the Cai mother’s, the dark nipples wide and stiff, the areolas flushed with blood. The cold morning air hit them and she gasped, her flesh prickling.
"On your knees," he said.
She knelt.
The stone was wet beneath her knees. The waterfall mist clung to her skin. She looked up at him with the wide, terrified, aroused eyes of a woman who knew exactly what was coming.
He untied his robe.
His cock emerged. Thick, heavy, twelve inches of dark-veined divine meat that hung between his thighs with the weight of a weapon. The broad crimson head was already glistening with precum.
"Suck," he said.
She opened her mouth.
Her lips wrapped around the broad head, stretching wide. The taste was divine—musk and seed and the remnants of last night’s depravity. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue swirling around the head. Her hands came up to grip the shaft, stroking the thick veins.
The Cai mother watched.
Her own pussy was throbbing. She could see the Liu mother’s mouth stretched around the ancestor’s cock, the thick shaft disappearing between her lips. She could hear the wet, sucking sounds. She could see the ancestor’s hand in the Liu mother’s hair, gripping, guiding.
’[The Cai Mother — Internal]’
’She is sucking his cock. The Liu matron. The woman I shared tea with. The woman I negotiated silk prices with. She is on her knees in front of her son, with the ancestor’s cock in her mouth.’
’And I am watching. And my pussy is dripping. And I want to be next.’
’What has this man done to us? What has this world done to us?’
’We were mothers. We were respectable. We were powerful women in our own right.’
’Now we are his. His holes. His tits. His mouths. His to use whenever and wherever he wants, even in front of our children.’
’And the worst part—the absolute worst part—is that I am grateful. Grateful that he spared my son. Grateful that he lets me see my boy. Grateful that he uses my body instead of killing my child.’
’This is the cultivation world. This is what power means. This is what mercy costs.’