Chapter 629- Stroke it Dao
It hung between his thighs like a sleeping serpent, the weight of it visible, the veins running along the shaft thick and dark even in its flaccid state. His balls hung beneath — heavy, full, the sac large and round.
Jia Ying stared. Her watery eyes went wide. Her mouth opened. No sound came out. Her hands, hanging at her sides, twitched toward her pussy — an involuntary motion, her body seeking to touch itself while looking at the most magnificent cock she had ever seen.
’That — that’s — that can’t be real — it’s not even hard — it’s soft and it’s already — that thing would — if it went inside — it would tear me — it would tear me in half —’
Song Li’s small tits heaved. Her tiny brown nipples were so stiff they were visible from ten feet away. Her black-furred pussy throbbed — a visible clenching of the lips, the moisture running down her thigh in a steady stream. Her tongue ran across her dry lips.
’His cock — it’s huge — it’s soft and it’s still bigger than any man I’ve ever — I’ve never seen a man’s — I’ve never — is that what a divine being’s cock looks like —’
Xu Ran — who had killed men, who had fought in a war, who had seen death and dealt it — stared at Tianlong’s cock with the same expression as every other woman on the ground. Her heavy tits rose and fell with rapid breaths. Her thick, black-furred pussy was soaked — the arousal running down her muscular thighs in rivers. Her nipples were dark and swollen, the areolae tight.
’I’ve seen men before. In the army. In the camps. I’ve seen cocks. Small ones. Average ones. None of them — none — looked like that. That’s not a cock. That’s a weapon. A divine weapon. And my cunt — my traitorous cunt — is wetting itself at the sight of it —’
Over a hundred naked women stared at the ancestor’s cock. Their pussies gushed. Their nipples hardened. Their bodies trembled. The Horny God Physique’s pheromones, radiating from Tianlong’s naked body, hit them like a wall — an invisible, undeniable force that turned their minds to mush and their cunts to faucets.
Tianlong walked down from the platform.
His cock swung between his thighs as he moved — the heavy, thick shaft swaying with each step, the crimson head bobbing. His balls shifted in their sac. The divine qi rolled off his body in waves, washing over every woman he passed.
He walked among them.
Disciples shrank back. Hands flew to cover tits and pussies — the qi’s hold weakened enough by proximity for conscious thought to reassert itself. Bodies curled. Shoulders hunched. Knees bent, lowering themselves, hiding their nakedness behind the women in front of them.
Jia Ying pressed herself against Song Li, her small pink nipples grazing the taller girl’s arm. Her blonde-furred pussy was pressed against Song Li’s thigh, the wetness smearing on her friend’s skin. Her round face was buried in Song Li’s neck.
"He’s — he’s walking among us —" Jia Ying whispered, her voice shaking. "He can see — he can see everything —"
Song Li’s small tits were pressed against Jia Ying’s cheek. Her arm was around the shorter girl, her hand on Jia Ying’s bare hip. Her black-furred pussy was exposed — she couldn’t cover it while holding Jia Ying. Her tiny brown nipples were hard against Jia Ying’s face.
"I know," Song Li whispered. "I know. Don’t look. Don’t —"
But they all looked. Every woman looked. Every pair of eyes tracked the ancestor as he walked through the crowd of naked women, his massive frame moving with unhurried grace, his flaccid cock swinging between his thighs, his golden eyes scanning the bodies before him.
He stopped.
His eyes settled on a young woman near the front of the crowd. She stood alone — not pressed against anyone, not hiding behind a neighbor. She was frozen. Her body was small, petite, with a narrow waist and wide hips that seemed disproportionate to her slim frame. Her tits were large and round — heavy for her small body, the nipples pink and stiff, the areolae wide and puckered. Her hair was blonde — a pale, almost white blonde that fell to her waist. Her pubic hair matched — a thick, curly bush of pale blonde hair covering her mound entirely. Her armpits had light blonde tufts. Her skin was pale, unmarked, smooth. Her pussy lips were visible through the blonde hair — pink, tight, slightly parted, glistening with arousal.
Tianlong pointed at her.
"Come here," he said.
The blonde disciple — her name was Lin Xue — went white. Her large, round tits heaved, the pink nipples stiffening further. Her blonde-furred pussy clenched — a visible contraction, the lips squeezing together, the arousal dripping from between them. Her thighs pressed together.
She looked at the elders. At Fanxue, standing naked on the platform, her heavy tits bare, her dark nipples hard. At Qingshu, lean and muscular, her small tits pointing. At Mingyu, enormous and motherly, her hanging tits swaying. At Yaochi, young and lush, her enormous breasts dripping with the morning dew. At Su Ling, the sect master, naked and hairy and powerful.
"Go," Fanxue said. Her voice was calm. "The ancestor has chosen you. Go to him."
Lin Xue’s legs moved. Slowly. Trembling. Each step was a battle — her mind screaming at her to run, her body pushing her forward. Her large, round tits swayed with each step, the pink nipples pointing upward. Her blonde-furred pussy was visible between her parted thighs, the pink lips glistening. Her bare feet padded on the cold stone.
She stopped in front of him. Her head barely reached his chest. Her large, round tits were level with his abdomen, the stiff nipples nearly touching his skin. Her blonde-furred pussy was inches from his flaccid cock.
She looked up. Her blue eyes — wide, wet, terrified — met his gold-crimson gaze.
"Hold it," Tianlong said. He tilted his head toward his cock. "You can see how everyone is shocked. Show them there is nothing to fear."
Lin Xue’s eyes dropped to his cock. The flaccid shaft hung before her — thick, heavy, the crimson head resting against his thigh. The scent hit her — the pheromone-rich musk of the Horny God Physique, concentrated at the source. Her vision blurred. Her pussy gushed — a thick stream of arousal running down her inner thigh, soaking into her blonde pubic hair. Her nipples hardened to points, the pink areolae tightening.
Her hands trembled at her sides.
"I — I can’t —" she whispered.
"Lin Xue," Su Ling’s voice came from the platform. Calm. Commanding. "The ancestor has given you an instruction. Obey."
Lin Xue’s hands rose. Slowly. Her fingers extended — pale, trembling — and touched his cock.
The heat was the first thing she registered. His cock was hot — not just warm, but hot, the divine qi pulsing through the tissue, the temperature higher than any human body should produce. The skin was smooth, soft, stretched over the thick, spongy tissue beneath. Even flaccid, the weight of it was enormous. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft — barely, her hand unable to close around the girth — and she felt the veins beneath the skin, thick and dark, carrying blood and qi.
Her knees gave out. She dropped to the stone. Her hands stayed on his cock — gripping it, holding it, the weight resting in her palms. She knelt before him, her face level with his cock, the crimson head inches from her lips. Her large, round tits hung beneath her, the pink nipples pointing at the ground.
"Stroke it," Fanxue said from the platform. Her voice was steady but her heavy tits were heaving, her dark nipples visible through the arousal. "Hold the shaft. Move your hands up and down. Gently."