Chapter 621- Orthodox Army
The camp sprawled across the mountain valley like a wound in the earth. Four banners — crimson, iron-grey, jade-green, and black — snapped in the mountain wind, their poles driven into the rocky soil beside roaring bonfires. Tents stretched in rows, thousands of them, housing the combined forces of four orthodox sects that had marched on Mount Hua with one promise burning in their veins.
The Crimson Blade Sect. The Iron Spear Sect. The Jade Mountain Sect. The Black Phoenix Hall.
Four sects. Four leaders. One target.
The Plum Blossom Sect.
The command tent was the largest — a sprawling pavilion of black silk and iron poles, its interior lit by spirit-lanterns that cast a warm, golden glow across the maps, the wine jars, and the women. A thick carpet covered the ground, and a long wooden table dominated the center, strewn with tactical scrolls and jade markers showing troop positions along the mountain passes.
Four men stood around that table.
Sect Leader Zhao Kuang of the Crimson Blade Sect was the largest — a bear of a man with a shaved head and a scar running from his left temple to his jaw. His crimson robes hung open at the chest, exposing slabs of muscle covered in old battle scars. His hand held a leather leash.
At the end of that leash, knelt a woman.
She was young — barely twenty — a disciple from a minor sect that had been absorbed into the Crimson Blade army. Her pink robe was torn open, her small tits exposed, the nipples raw and red. Her hands rested on Zhao Kuang’s thighs, and her head bobbed up and down on his cock, her lips stretched around the thick shaft, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. Saliva dripped from her chin, pooling on the carpet.
"Guoooh~" Zhao Kuang groaned, his head tilting back, his scarred hand tightening on the leash. He pulled — choking her slightly — and she gagged, her throat convulsing around his cockhead. He released. She gasped, coughing, then resumed sucking. "That’s it. Take it deeper, you little whore."
He looked up at the other three men. His grin was wide and yellow.
"Brothers," he said, his hips rolling gently, fucking the kneeling woman’s mouth. "In three days, we breach those plum blossom gates. And every woman inside — every single one — belongs to us."
Sect Leader Han Tianlei of the Iron Spear Sect leaned against the table, his iron-grey robes tight across his broad chest, his long beard braided with iron beads. He held a wine jar in one hand, the other resting on the hilt of his spear, which leaned against the table. He drank deeply, wiped his mouth, and laughed.
"I’ve heard the Plum Blossom Sect’s women are exceptional," Han Tianlei said, his voice rough and eager. "Their sect master — Su Ling, they call her — is supposed to be a beauty. Tall, sharp face, amber eyes. The kind of woman who looks at you like she’s deciding whether to kill you or fuck you." He drank again. "I’ve already decided what I’ll do with her."
"Share?" Sect Leader Wei Donghai of the Jade Mountain Sect raised an eyebrow. He was the youngest of the four — a handsome man with jade-green robes and a cultivated, scholarly air. But his eyes were cold, and his smile never reached them. He sat in a chair, one leg crossed over the other, turning a jade teacup between his fingers. "I have no interest in sharing. The arrangement was clear — each of us takes one woman as a personal slave. The rest are divided among the army."
"Agreed," said the fourth. Sect Leader Mo Lun of the Black Phoenix Hall. He was thin, pale, with dark circles under his eyes and a black robe that seemed to absorb the lantern light. He stood apart from the others, his arms folded, his expression bored. "I want the one with the enormous tits. I saw her at the tournament — the merchant wife. Cai something. Her udders were ready to burst."
Zhao Kuang laughed. His hips jerked — he grunted, pulling the leash tight, and the kneeling woman choked as his cum flooded her mouth. She struggled, swallowing desperately, but the fluid leaked from the corners of her lips and dripped onto the carpet.
He pushed her off. She collapsed, coughing, cum on her face, her small tits heaving. He tucked his cock away and wiped his hand on her hair.
"The Cai woman," Zhao Kuang said. "Fine. I’ll take the sect master. Han takes whoever he wants. Wei picks third. And the rest —" He waved his hand. "Distributed among the men. Every soldier gets a turn. By the time we’re done with the Plum Blossom Sect, those women will be begging to serve us."
Han Tianlei set his wine jar down. His expression turned serious. "Don’t underestimate them. The sudden power spike — the Dao declaration in the sky, the qi fluctuations — someone powerful has arrived. We need to be careful."
"Spiritual energy spike or not," Wei Donghai said, his cold smile widening, "they’re women. Whatever cultivation method they’ve found, it won’t matter against four Golden Core sect leaders and eight thousand disciples. We crush them. We take the women. We erase the sect."
He stood. He walked to the table, where a second woman was bound.
She lay on her back on the wooden table, her wrists and ankles tied to the table legs with rope, her mouth gagged with a strip of cloth. Her robes had been torn away — her body bare, her skin pale and marked with bruises. Her tits were medium-sized, firm, the nipples dark and stiff from the cold. Her legs were spread, her cunt exposed and raw. Tears ran from the corners of her eyes, soaking the gag.
Wei Donghai looked down at her. He untied his sash. His cock emerged — thick, veined, the head dark and swollen.
"Let me demonstrate," he said, "what every woman in that sect will experience."
He positioned himself between her tied legs. His cock pressed against her cunt. She screamed through the gag — muffled, desperate, her body thrashing against the ropes.
He drove in.
PAH!
Her back arched off the table. Her tied body convulsed. Her tits heaved, the dark nipples pointing upward. Her scream — muffled, broken — vibrated through the cloth gag.
"MMMPH~!! MMMPH~!!"
Wei Donghai gripped her hips and began thrusting. Slow at first. Then harder.
Pah pah PAH!
"MMMPH~!! NNNGH~!!"
"She’s a spy we caught two days ago," Wei Donghai said casually, his hips moving in steady rhythm. "A Plum Blossom outer disciple. She wouldn’t talk. But she sings nicely, doesn’t she?"
Han Tianlei laughed. "Waste of a good cunt. You should’ve saved her for the celebration."
"She’ll still be there. I’m just breaking her in." Wei Donghai’s thrusts quickened. PAH PAH PAAH! "MMMPH~!! MMMPH~!!"
The bound woman’s eyes were squeezed shut. Tears poured down her temples. Her tied hands clenched and unclenched. Her tits — firm, medium — rocked with each thrust, the nipples stiff and raw.
’They’re going to do this to all of us. Every woman in the sect. My sisters, my elders, my sect master. They’re going to tie us down and — and — oh heavens, it hurts — his cock is too thick — I can feel it hitting my cervix — please, someone, please help —’
"We attack at dawn on the third day," Zhao Kuang said, ignoring the woman’s muffled screams. "The Crimson Blade takes the front gate. The Iron Spear flanks through the eastern pass. The Jade Mountain blocks the retreat. The Black Phoenix —"
"Burns their archives and salt their fields," Mo Lun finished. His dark eyes glittered. "And I take the big-titted merchant wife for my collection."
They laughed.