Chapter 616- The Blind Tities
Her small tits swelled beneath her robe. Her nipples hardened. Her thighs pressed together, and she felt her pussy — still raw, still aching from the anal destruction he had inflicted — clench around nothing.
’He is coming. He is coming. The one who took my virginity and ruined my ass in the medical ward. The one whose cock felt like a burning iron rod splitting me in half. The one whose qi tastes like lightning and honey and something darker, something that makes my cunt wet against my will.’
Tianlong stopped directly behind her. She could feel the heat of his body radiating against her back. His breath stirred her hair.
He leaned down. His lips touched her ear.
"You are mine to fuck," he said.
Her entire body convulsed. Her knees buckled — she caught herself against the stone pillar, her fingers white-knuckled, her small tits heaving beneath her robe. A strangled sound escaped her throat, half gasp, half moan. Her white eyes went wide, the sightless orbs trembling.
She could smell him. That scent — the pheromone-rich musk of the Horny God Physique — wrapped around her like chains. Her cunt throbbed. She could feel herself getting wet, the arousal soaking through her thin undergarment and into her grey robe. Her hips tilted forward involuntarily, her body presenting itself to him the way a bitch in heat presents to a stud.
’No. Not here. Everyone is watching. The other disciples — they can see me. They can see my nipples. They can see me trembling. They can see the ancestor leaning over me and they know — they know what he does to women —’
Tianlong breathed her in. His nose traced the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin — clean mountain air and old sweat and the faint, sweet musk of her arousal. His hand found the small of her back. His palm covered her spine.
"Have you taken a bath?" he asked.
Her body shook. She shook her head. The movement was small, barely visible — a trembling tilt of her scarred face.
Tianlong snorted. A low, rough sound of amusement. His hand slid down to her wrist — his fingers wrapping around the lean limb, his grip firm. He pulled her away from the pillar and began walking, drawing her behind him like a leash.
Disciples watched. Their eyes were enormous. Whispers spread through the courtyard like ripples in a pond.
"The ancestor — he is taking Yue."
"The blind one? From the medical ward?"
"I heard he already — in the ward, with the Cai mother — they say he —"
"Core disciple? She’s a core disciple now? She seems —"
"Look at her — she is trembling — her nipples are —"
Yue heard all of it. Her spiritual sense tracked every whisper, every rustle of fabric, every sharp intake of breath. She could feel the weight of their stares on her small body — on her hard nipples poking through her robe, on her trembling thighs, on the wet stain spreading between her legs.
Her face burned. Her eyes watered — the sightless tears running down her scarred cheeks. She wanted to pull her hand free. She wanted to run. She wanted to drop to her knees and spread her legs and beg him to fuck her again.
’I hate this. I hate that my body wants it. I hate that my cunt is dripping down my thigh in front of twenty disciples. I hate that I can still feel his cock in my ass — the burning, the tearing, the way it filled me until I thought I would split open — and I hate that my pussy clenches every time I remember it.’
Tianlong led her through the corridors of the sect, past bowing disciples and trembling junior attendants, until they reached the grand hall. The throne room of the Plum Blossom Sect — a vaulted chamber carved into the mountain’s heart, its walls lined with plum blossom murals in silver and gold leaf, its ceiling open to a skylight that admitted a column of natural light. At the far end, on a raised dais, sat the ancestor’s throne — a massive chair carved from a single block of dark spirit-wood, its armrests shaped like coiling dragons, its back tall enough to shadow the entire dais.
Tianlong ascended the dais and sat. The throne groaned under his weight. He pulled Yue onto his lap — positioning her so she sat sideways across his thighs, her small body dwarfed by his massive frame. Her lean ass rested against his crotch, the round, firm cheeks pressing against his cock through the silk of his robe.
He adjusted her. Shifted her hips. Pressed her down so that the thick length of his cock — already stirring, already thickening beneath the silk — lay along the crack of her ass, the shaft nesting between her cheeks. He began to rock her. Slowly. Grinding her ass against his cock through the layers of fabric.
Yue’s mouth opened. A small, strangled moan escaped.
His arms wrapped around her from behind. His large hands found her small tits — each one barely a handful, firm and tight, the nipples stiff as pebbles against his palms. He squeezed. The small mounds deformed under his grip, the stiff nipples poking between his fingers. He pinched them — rolling the hard nubs, pulling them outward, stretching the small tits into pointed cones.
"Hnng~!" Yue’s head fell back against his chest. Her white eyes rolled upward. Her lean thighs spread involuntarily, her hips rocking against his cock, her ass grinding against the thick shaft.
He kissed her neck. His lips found the column of her throat, his tongue tracing the tendon, his teeth grazing the pulse point where her heart hammered beneath the skin. She tasted like salt and fear and arousal — the three flavors of a woman whose body had already been claimed and was being claimed again.
Elder Fanxue and Su Ling entered the throne room. Behind them came three more elders — Elder Mingyu, a thick-hipped woman with heavy tits and a round, motherly face; Elder Qingshu, tall and lean with small, firm breasts and long legs; and Elder Yaochi, the youngest elder, barely thirty, with enormous tits that strained against her robes and a permanently flushed complexion.
All five women stood before the dais. Their eyes were fixed on the scene — the blind disciple on the ancestor’s lap, her small tits being mauled by his massive hands, her neck wet with his kisses, her ass grinding against the unmistakable outline of his cock.
No one spoke for a long moment.
Tianlong looked up from Yue’s neck. His gold-crimson eyes swept the assembled women.
"What is happening in the outside world?" he asked. His voice was calm, conversational — as though he were asking about the weather rather than addressing five women while molesting a sixth. "I can sense many triggers. Spiritual fluctuations. Movement in the mountain passes."
Su Ling stepped forward. Her composure was impeccable — or nearly so. The only crack was the faint flush on her high cheekbones and the way her amber eyes kept darting to Yue’s small tits in Tianlong’s grip.
"Ancestor," she said. "It is the preparation of an army. The Crimson Petal Faction — a sect allied with the orthodox coalition — is marshaling forces at the base of our mountain. They intend to attack the Plum Blossom Sect."
Tianlong’s hands stilled on Yue’s tits. "Why?"