Chapter 617 - Elders bringing their personal disciples to be stuffed and creampied
Su Ling’s jaw tightened. "Due to the sudden rise of power within our sect — your arrival, the qi fluctuations from the tournament, the Dao declaration in the sky — the orthodox faction has declared that we have colluded with demonic cultivators. They are using that as a pretext to launch a righteous crusade."
The word "righteous" hung in the air. Tianlong chuckled. The sound was low, deep, vibrating through his chest and into Yue’s back, the rumble traveling through her spine and settling in her cunt.
He shifted Yue on his lap. His hand left her tit and slid down her stomach, under the waist of her robe, his fingers finding the waistband of her undergarment. He pushed beneath it. His fingers found her cunt — bare, slick, the swollen lips parted and wet. He stroked. One finger. Two. Sliding through the soaked folds, the tips circling her clit.
"Hnngh~!" Yue’s hips bucked. Her small body convulsed on his lap, her thighs spreading wider, her ass grinding harder against his cock. Her white eyes went wide. "Ahn~! Anh~!"
He continued stroking her while he spoke. His voice remained steady, unhurried. "How much time before they arrive?"
Elder Fanxue answered, her voice strained — she was watching his arm disappear under the blind disciple’s robe, watching the girl’s hips writhe, watching the small tits heave. "Two days, Ancestor. Their vanguard has already set camp at the mountain’s base. Main forces will arrive within forty-eight hours."
Tianlong pushed two fingers inside Yue’s cunt. She was tight — still tight, still barely recovered from the medical ward. The walls clenched around his fingers, the wet heat swallowing him to the knuckle. She screamed.
"AAANGH~!!"
He curled his fingers. Found the rough patch on her front wall. Pressed.
"HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! OUNGH~!!"
Her small body shook. Her juices squirted around his fingers, soaking his hand, dripping through the fabric of his robe and onto the throne. Her lean thighs clamped together around his wrist, then fell open again, her hips grinding against his hand in desperate, involuntary rhythm.
"Make it a week," Tianlong said.
Su Ling blinked. "Ancestor?"
"The army. Delay them. One week."
Su Ling’s eyes narrowed. She understood — not the method, but the implication. The ancestor needed time. Time for something. She nodded once, sharply. "It will be done, Ancestor. I will deploy the mountain formation arrays and send diplomatic envoys to stall their march."
She turned and left. Her braid swung behind her as she strode from the throne room, her violet robes billowing.
Tianlong withdrew his fingers from Yue’s cunt. She whimpered at the loss, her hips still grinding against nothing, her body still trembling from the near-orgasm he had denied her. His hand was soaked — his fingers glistening with her arousal. He lifted them to his mouth and tasted.
"Hmm," he said. "You still taste like the medical ward. Fear and virginity." He looked at the four remaining elders. "I need to prepare. All of you — remove your clothes and send for your strongest disciples. Those with potential. Those whose cultivation bases have stalled."
The elders froze.
Elder Mingyu’s round face went pale. Elder Qingshu’s lean jaw tightened. Elder Yaochi’s enormous tits heaved, her flush deepening to crimson.
But Elder Fanxue moved first. She had been fucked by the ancestor before. She knew what his body did. She knew what his seed could do for a cultivation base. Her hands went to her sash, untying it with steady fingers despite the trembling in her thighs. Her silver-trimmed robe fell open, exposing her body — full, mature, her heavy tits resting on her ribcage, her dark nipples stiff in the open air. She pushed the robe from her shoulders and let it pool at her feet.
Elder Qingshu followed. Her lean body was all sharp angles — small, firm tits with pale pink nipples, a flat stomach, narrow hips, long legs corded with muscle. She stood naked and rigid, her hands at her sides, her jaw clenched.
Elder Mingyu was slower. Her thick, motherly body was a contrast to Qingshu’s leanness — wide hips, a soft belly, enormous heavy tits that hung low with their weight, their wide dark nipples pointing downward. She stepped out of her robes and stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her round face burning.
Elder Yaochi was last. She was young — the youngest elder in the sect’s history. Her body was lush and curvy, her enormous tits straining against the fabric before she even removed her robe. When she did, they spilled free — heavy, round, the nipples large and pink, the areolae wide and puckered. Her waist was narrow, her hips full, her pussy bare and smooth — a sect cultivation practice that kept the body hairless. She stood naked and trembling, her enormous tits rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
All four elders stood bare before the dais. Their bodies — mature, powerful, each carrying decades of cultivation energy in their flesh — were exposed and vulnerable.
Tianlong looked past them. At the corridor entrance. Footsteps were approaching.
Three disciples entered. Young women, mid-teens to early twenties, their pink sect robes pressed and clean. They bowed — formal, precise, the bow of disciples who had been summoned by their elders and expected a serious sect matter.
Their eyes rose from the stone floor and found the scene.
Four naked elders standing before the dais. The ancestor seated on the throne, a small blind disciple on his lap with her robe open and his hand between her thighs. The scent of arousal — thick, unmistakable, the pheromone-laden musk of the Horny God Physique — filling the hall.
The first disciple — a tall girl named Shui’er with a long braid and small, perky tits — went rigid. Her brown eyes went wide. Her mouth opened. "Elder Fanxue — what is — what is happening?"
The second disciple — a stocky, thick-thighed girl named Bao with heavy breasts and a round face — gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes darted between the naked elders and the ancestor’s lap, where Yue’s small tits were clearly visible, the nipples red and swollen from Tianlong’s mauling.
The third disciple — a wiry, short-haired girl named Fen with a lean, athletic body and small, puffy tits — froze in the doorway. Her eyes locked on Elder Yaochi’s enormous breasts — the heavy mounds swaying as the young elder trembled — and her face went white.
Elder Fanxue turned to face the three disciples. Her naked body was composed — her posture straight, her heavy tits held high, her dark eyes steady despite the flush on her chest and neck. "Remove your clothes and join the ancestor," she said. Her voice was calm. Authoritative. The voice of an elder giving an instruction. "He will give you powers."
The disciples stared. Shui’er’s braid swung as she shook her head. "Elder — what do you mean, powers? What is — why are you naked? Why is the ancestor —"
Elder Qingshu stepped forward. Her lean, muscular body moved with the precision of a warrior. "Your cultivation bases have stalled. All three of you have been stuck at the Qi Refining stage for over a year. The ancestor’s body carries divine qi that can break through your bottlenecks. But you must receive it directly." She paused. Her jaw tightened. "Through your bodies."