Chapter 636- Cleaning in Mouth
’No. Not discarded. I am the sect leader. I am his first woman here. And when he is done with the disciples, he will come back to me. He always comes back.’
Her hand tightened on her tit. The dark nipple hardened under her grip. Her hairy pussy throbbed, the lips parting, the arousal running down her thigh.
Tianlong carried Zhou Ping across the platform, fucking her with every step. Her body bounced. Her enormous tits swung. Her belly distended. Her blood and juices dripped.
PAH! PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He stopped at the edge of the platform, facing the crowd. Over a hundred naked women stared up at him — at the chubby disciple impaled on his cock, her enormous tits visible to all, her dense-furred pussy stretched around his shaft.
He looked at the crowd. His gold-crimson eyes swept over them.
"This is just it," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. As though he were discussing tea while holding a woman on his cock. "Seduce me while I am here. And I will fuck you."
The crowd trembled. A hundred naked bodies shivered. A hundred pussies gushed. A hundred pairs of eyes widened.
"He — he wants us to seduce him?" Song Li whispered, her small pointed tits heaving, her black-furred pussy dripping.
"He’s telling us to make him want us," Xu Ran said, her heavy tits bare, her thick-furred pussy clenching. Her dark nipples were hard. Her muscular thighs were soaked. "He wants us to come to him. To offer ourselves."
"He has a preference," Jia Ying whispered from her lotus position. Her small pink tits were still heaving, her blonde-furred pussy still leaking. Her Foundation Establishment aura pulsed. "He said it. He likes them soft. Thick. He liked Zhou Ping’s body. He said she was good enough."
"Good enough?" a thin disciple named Chen Yu whispered. Her body was slim, almost boyish, her tits barely there — small, puffy mounds with tiny nipples. Her pussy was covered in light brown hair, sparse and thin. "I’m not — I’m not thick. I’m not soft. Will he — will he want me?"
"He wants whoever arouses him," Fanxue said from the platform, her fingers still inside her own cunt, her heavy tits heaving. "The ancestor’s body is not like other men’s. His Horny God Physique responds to arousal — genuine, physical, primal arousal. If your body arouses him, he will choose you. If it doesn’t —" She pulled her fingers from her cunt, the digits glistening. She licked them clean. "Then you remain weak."
The words hit the crowd like a slap.
’Remain weak.’
The two words echoed through every mind. In a world where the orthodox coalition had marched eight thousand men to enslave them, where four Golden Core sect leaders had planned to fuck every woman in the sect, where weakness meant rape and slavery and death — the words "remain weak" were a death sentence.
The disciples looked at their own bodies. At their hairy pussies and hairy armpits and bare tits. They had spent their lives cultivating — meditating, training, refining qi. They had never thought about their bodies as weapons. As tools of seduction. As offerings.
Now they did.
’I need to make him want me. I need to arouse the ancestor. My body — what does my body have that would make him want me? My tits? They’re small. My pussy? It’s tight, virgin, but is that enough? My hair? It’s thick, dark — he seemed to like the blonde one’s sparse hair and the chubby one’s dense forest — which does he prefer?’
’Zhou Ping — he chose her because she was soft. Thick. Her enormous tits. Her wide hips. Her dense-furred pussy. He likes softness. He likes weight. He likes —’
’But Lin Xue was petite. She had large round tits but a small body. And Jia Ying was small too, with tiny pink tits. He fucked them both. So he doesn’t only like thick women — he likes variety —’
’What does he like? What will make him choose me?’
’My pussy — it’s hairy, thick, the lips are full. He liked Zhou Ping’s dense forest. Mine is just as thick. Maybe thicker. Should I present myself? Bend over? Spread my legs? Show him my cunt?’
’I need to prepare. I need to make my body appealing. I need to find a way to arouse the ancestor.’
Tianlong looked at the six fucked disciples. They sat in lotus position, their bodies glowing, their cultivation bases cycling. Lin Xue. Jia Ying. Song Li. Xu Ran. Hua Mei. All of them had broken through. All of them were stronger than they had been an hour ago. Their power levels were rising too fast — the divine qi in their bodies condensing, compressing, their golden cores forming and solidifying even as they sat there.
He looked at Zhou Ping. Still impaled on his cock. Still crying. Still bleeding. Still gushing.
He gripped her hips. Lifted her. Dropped her.
PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!!"
He slammed her down one final time. The full twelve inches buried inside her. His cock throbbed. His balls tightened. And he came.
The divine seed erupted into her cunt — thick, pressurized, molten. Rope after rope of divine cum flooding her womb. Her belly rounded — the skin distending, the volume so enormous that her soft belly swelled visibly. Her enormous tits heaved, the brown nipples stiff. Her round face was a mask of pain and pleasure.
"AAANGH~!! HNNNGH~!! OUNGH~!!"
Her body convulsed. Her cunt clenched around him — milking, squeezing, the walls gripping his shaft in desperate, involuntary pulses. Her cultivation base shattered its bottleneck — Foundation Establishment peak. Core Formation. The golden core blazed in her dantian.
He held her there. On his cock. Filled. Seeded. Claimed.
Then he pulled her off.
His cock slid out of her ruined cunt with a wet, obscene sound. The cum — thick, white, divine — poured from her gaping entrance. Her cunt lips — fat, swollen, stretched beyond recovery — hung open. The seed ran down her thick thighs, soaking into her dense black pubic hair.
He set her on the ground. She collapsed — her chubby body hitting the stone, her enormous tits mashing against the cold surface, her round face pressed to the stone. She gasped. Her eyes were unfocused. Her mouth was open. Drool and tears and cum on her face.
She crawled toward the other fucked disciples. Toward the lotus position circle. Toward the power.
Tianlong watched her go. His cock — still hard, still enormous, slick with cum and blood and the juices of six women — stood upright, pulsing.
He turned.
His eyes found Elder Yaochi.
The young, big-titted elder was still leaning against the platform, her fingers inside her bare, smooth pussy, her enormous tits heaving, her pink nipples hard. She froze when his gold-crimson eyes locked onto her.
He walked toward her. His cock swung with each step — heavy, wet, dripping. He reached her in three strides.
His hand grabbed her hair. He pulled — hard — dragging her away from the platform, forcing her to her knees. Her enormous tits swung, the heavy mounds bouncing, the pink nipples stiff. Her bare, smooth pussy was soaked — the arousal running down her inner thighs.
"Clean it," he said.
He pushed her face toward his cock. The crimson head — slick with cum, blood, and six women’s arousal — pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth. He pushed inside.
The cock — twelve inches, thick, covered in the fluid of six women — slid into her mouth. Past her tongue. Past her tonsils. Into her throat. The shaft stretched her esophagus, the thick veins pulsing against the walls of her throat. Her neck bulged — the outline of his cock visible through the skin of her throat.
"GLLKK~! GLLKK~! GLLKK~!"