Chapter 625- Battle Fuck Sect Master
Su Ling’s scream tore across the battlefield. Her back arched. Her heavy tits swung forward, the nipples pointing, the heavy mounds bouncing. Her entire body convulsed on his cock — the twelve-inch shaft buried to the root in her cunt, the head pressing against her cervix, the divine qi flooding her body.
He fucked her. Standing, one leg lifted, in full view of the battlefield. His hips hammered against her thick ass, the flesh rippling with each impact.
PAH! PAAH! PAH!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
Her heavy tits swung wildly. Each thrust sent them bouncing — the heavy mounds slapping against her chest and then outward, the nipples stiff and raw. Her ass — thick, round — rippled with each impact, the soft flesh clapping against his pelvis.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
Orthodox soldiers watched. Some stopped fighting — their eyes locked on the scene, the sect master being fucked on the battlefield, her heavy tits bouncing, her screams echoing. Their cocks hardened. Their grips loosened.
And the Plum Blossom disciples cut them down.
’They’re watching. The soldiers are watching. They can see my tits. They can see his cock in my cunt. They can see me cumming on his cock while they die. And the qi — the divine qi — it’s flooding my body — my golden core is repairing — my cultivation is rising — I’m getting stronger while he fucks me —’
PAH PAH PAH! PAAAH! PHACCK!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! AAANGH~!! OUNGH~!!"
The orthodox army was breaking. The soldiers who had joked about fucking Plum Blossom women were dying — cut down by those same women, who moved with Golden Core speed and power, their swords taking lives with every swing. And at the center of the carnage, the ancestor fucked the sect master, his divine qi amplifying her power with every thrust.
Su Ling’s cultivation base surged. Peak Golden Core. Late Peak Golden Core. Her wounds sealed. Her body healed. Her golden core — repaired and reinforced — blazed brighter than any of the four sect leaders.
The four sect leaders saw it. They understood.
"The ancestor —" Zhao Kuang gasped, his broadsword heavy in his hands. "He’s making her stronger — while he fucks her —"
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Han Tianlei screamed. "What kind of cultivation method —"
"RETREAT!" Wei Donghai shouted. "RETREAT!"
But there was nowhere to retreat to. The Plum Blossom disciples had flanked them. The elders had surrounded them. And the sect master — naked, being fucked, her heavy tits bouncing with every thrust — was radiating enough qi to level the mountain.
The battle ended.
Two days. Two more days of fighting while Tianlong fucked Su Ling across the crater, across the bodies, across the ruined camp. He fucked her in every position — bent over a supply crate, her heavy tits crushed against the wood. On her back on the corpse-strewn ground, her legs over his shoulders, her cunt raised. On her hands and knees, her tits swinging, her ass raised, his cock in her anal.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
PAH PAH PAH! PAAAH!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He came inside her. Again and again. Thick ropes of divine cum flooding her cunt, her anal, her womb. Her belly rounded with the volume. Her cultivation base surged with each load — the divine qi in his seed reinforcing her golden core, pushing her beyond peak Golden Core into territory no orthodox cultivator had ever reached.
Night fell. The fires burned. The battlefield was silent except for the wet sounds of flesh on flesh and the sect master’s moans.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! HIEKK~!!"
PAH PAH PAH! PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"
He fucked her through the night. On the ground. Against a boulder. In the crater. His cock relentless, his stamina inexhaustible, his divine qi pouring into her body with every thrust.
Morning came. The battlefield was a graveyard. Eight thousand soldiers — dead or fled. Four sect leaders — killed, their heads mounted on poles where they had planned to mount Su Ling’s. The banners — crimson, iron-grey, jade-green, black — trampled in the mud.
Tianlong lay on the ground. Su Ling was on his lap, seated on his cock, her body limp. His arms were around her waist. His lips were on her shoulder, kissing the skin, tasting salt and sweat and dried blood.
He came. One final load. Thick, pressurized, flooding her cunt. Her body convulsed — a weak, exhausted orgasm that made her thighs tremble and her cunt clench around him. Her heavy tits — still bare, still marked with wounds that were fading as his qi healed her — rested against his chest.
"Thank you, Ancestor," Su Ling whispered. Her voice was hoarse. Broken. "We have won."
Tianlong opened his gold-crimson eyes.
He looked across the battlefield. At the women — his women — moving through the corpses, collecting weapons, tending to the wounded. At Fanxue, her heavy tits bare, her sword bloody. At Qingshu, her lean body marked with cuts that were already healing. At Mingyu, her enormous tits swinging as she helped a wounded disciple. At Yaochi, her lush body splattered with blood, her enormous breasts heaving. At Yue, her blind eyes scanning, her lean body coiled. At Ruolan and Wanying, the two thick mothers, their enormous tits straining against their torn robes, their swords dripping.
They moved toward him. One by one.
Fanxue arrived first. She knelt beside Tianlong, her heavy tits resting on his arm. Qingshu came next — her lean body pressing against his other side, her small firm tits against his ribs. Mingyu knelt behind him, her enormous tits pressing against his back, the heavy mounds soft and warm. Yaochi settled beside Fanxue, her enormous breasts pressing against Su Ling’s, the two sets of heavy tits mashing together. Yue curled against his legs, her small body fitting into the space between his thighs. Ruolan and Wanying — the two mothers — knelt on either side, their enormous tits pressing against his hips, their thick bodies warm against his.
All of them. Every woman he had fucked. Every woman he had claimed, broken, and elevated. They gathered around him on the battlefield, their bodies pressed together, their tits forming layers — heavy mounds against small firm ones, enormous soft ones against medium perky ones, all pressed against him and each other.
Su Ling remained on his cock, her heavy tits resting against his chest, her face buried in his neck. Her amber eyes were closed. Her cultivation base — blazing, immense, beyond anything the orthodox world had ever seen — pulsed in her dantian.
Tianlong sat among them. His cock, still inside the sect master, pulsed. His divine qi flowed through the contact — through Su Ling’s cunt, through Fanxue’s shoulder, through Qingshu’s ribs, through Mingyu’s enormous tits pressed against his back, through Yaochi’s lush body, through Yue’s small frame, through Ruolan’s and Wanying’s thick hips.
He looked at them. At his women. At his sect.
"Indeed," he said.
He turned his head. His mouth found Yaochi’s enormous tit — the heavy mound pressing against his face, the pink nipple hard and pointing. He took it in his mouth. He sucked. His tongue swirled across the stiff nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Yaochi gasped. Her body trembled. Her enormous breast — heavy, soft, overflowing — pressed harder against his face. Her cultivation base surged — the divine qi flowing through his saliva into her breast tissue, the energy flooding her meridians.
He released her tit. His lips, wet, curved into a smile.
"My Plump Bossom Sect... Divide the Sect into Male and Female Divisions with the Female Division wearing nothing in the Sect premises."