Chapter 775- Tianlong’s Personal Memory
A vessel for his pleasure. A vessel for his seed. A vessel for his divine qi. She was not a person. She was a tool. A breeding tool. A cultivation battery. A thing.
Her body gushed.
The pussy juice, the thin, clear, involuntary fluid, ran. Into the pool water. The sensation, the overwhelming, reality-shattering vision of her own future, of the world’s future, of his future, was too much. Her body responded. The arousal, the divine, pre-ordained, inevitable arousal of a woman who had seen her destiny and found it was to be fucked, was there.
She grabbed her boobs. Her small mounds, the soft flesh, were kneaded. Her nipples, the pink nubs, were pinched. She rubbed her breasts. The stimulation, the self-stimulation, the desperate, instinctive attempt to process the overwhelming vision through physical sensation, was there.
The twins, beside her, were the same. Their identical bodies, their identical faces, their identical expressions — the wide eyes, the open mouths, the twitching muscles — were there. They saw the same future. The same world beneath his palm. The same destiny. Their destiny. To be his. Forever. Irrevocably. Completely.
Their tongues, extending, hanging from their mouths, were there. The ahegao, the vision-induced, future-shocked, mind-broken expression, was on all three faces.
They walked. Out of the pool. Toward him. Their bodies, dripping, their eyes vacant, their tongues out, moved. Like sleepwalkers. Like puppets. Like women whose present consciousness had been overridden by their future memories.
Tianlong sat. On the stone bench, at the edge of the cavern, he sat. His gold-crimson eyes, closed, were still. The four women, the three who had seen the future and the one who had been kissed into submission, arrived.
They surrounded him. Like a sandwich. The twins on either side, their identical bodies pressing against his arms. Fengwan behind, her thick body, her enormous boobs, against his back. Bai, before him, her slender frame, her trembling body, was there.
Their boobs, the four pairs — the twin small mounds, Fengwan’s heavy tits, Bai’s small breasts — were on his arms, his chest, his back. The contact, the divine qi flowing through his skin, through their skin, through their meridians, was there.
He closed his eyes. The memories, the visions, the future that the women had seen, were accessible. His divine perception, his transcendent awareness, touched the pool water. Touched the visions. Touched the future.
He saw.
The upper realm. The immortal dynasty. The fated son. The plots. The schemes. The upcoming conflicts, the political maneuvering, the betrayals, the alliances, the wars. The names. The faces. The places. The timelines. All of it, visible. Accessible. Known.
’So that’s what happens.’
His gold-crimson eyes opened. The knowing, the absolute, transcendent knowing of a being who had seen the future and found it to his liking, was there.
He bent. Over the four women. His gold-crimson eyes, on Bai, the trembling young woman, the one who had been folded, who had been reluctant, who had been forced, were there.
She would have protested. Her mouth, her coral lips, opened. The words, the refusal, the resistance, were forming.
"Master," she whispered. Her voice, the broken, vision-corrupted, future-overridden voice, was there. "Please. Please choose me."
The words, the invitation, the desperate, willing, corrupted invitation of a woman who had seen her future and had embraced it, were there. Her dark eyes, wet, vacant, devoted, were on him.
He placed his cock against her thigh. The head, the crimson, the hot surface, on her skin. The contact, the divine qi, the warmth, was there.
He slammed.
PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!!"
Her scream, the raw, primal scream of penetration, filled the cavern. But this time — this time, the scream transitioned. The pain, the initial shock, the tearing, was there. But then the moan. The corrupted, willing, eager moan of a woman who had seen her future and was now living it.
"Mmmfh! Master! I love you, Master! Please! Oh my Lord!"
The words, the broken, slutty, corrupted words of a woman whose mind had been rewritten by the vision of her own future, poured from her mouth. The moans, the "Mmmfh" and "Anhgh" and "Hnngh" sounds, were there. Not muffled. Not gagged. Free. Loud. Echoing through the cavern.
He fucked her. His cock, twelve inches, the divine organ, drove. In and out. The rhythm, the pace, was relentless.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! Master! Please! More! Anhgh~!! I am... I am yours! Hnngh~!! Your bitch! Your whore! AAANGH~!!"
The cave filled. The moans, the cries, the wet, obscene, continuous sounds of divine fucking, echoed. The four women, the broken, corrupted, vision-rewritten women, were there. Their voices, their moans, their words — the broken, slutty, mindless words of women who had seen the future and surrendered — filled the space.
"Master! Master! Please! I need your cock! I need your seed! Please! Anhgh~!!"
"Hnngh~!! I am yours! Forever! Your breeding vessel! Your cum dump! Please! AAANGH~!!"
"OUNGH~!! More! More! Deeper! Please! I cannot... I cannot live without... without your cock! Anhgh~!!"
The dialogues, the broken, corrupted, vision-induced dialogues of women who had accepted their destiny, were there. Their minds, overridden by the future memories, by the knowledge of what they would become, had surrendered. The resistance, the reluctance, the fear — all gone. Replaced by the eager, willing, desperate submission of women who knew that fighting was futile. That their future was set. That they were his.
But to Tianlong, the visions were different. He saw not just the women’s futures. He saw the world’s future. The upper realm. The immortal dynasty. The fated son. The plots — plot after plot, scheme after scheme, betrayal after betrayal — all visible. All known. All catalogued.
’The name of the son. The upcoming plots. The factions. The alliances. The betrayals. The timeline. All of it. I know it now. All of it.’
’Oh. So that’s what happens.’
He slammed. His cock, deepest, hardest. Bai’s body, the slender frame, convulsed. Her pussy, the hairy cunt, the stretched walls, clenched. The orgasm, the divine, overwhelming orgasm, hit.
PAAAH!
"AAAAAANGH~!!!"
He came. The thick load, the divine seed, erupted. Into her womb. The cum, hot and thick, filled her. The divine qi, flowing through his cum, through her walls, through her meridians, was absorbed.
The seed, hovering, spreading, throughout the Reincarnation Pool water — the divine cum, mixing with the ancient, spiritual liquid — was there. The pool, the water, the legendary inheritance, was contaminated. Or enhanced. Depending on perspective.
He kept fucking them. One after another. The twins. Fengwan. Bai. Each one, in turn, was fucked. Each one, in turn, was filled. The seed, the divine cum, was everywhere. In the pool. On their bodies. In their wombs. In their anals. In their mouths.
Finally, seated on the edge of the pool, his four women on his thighs, on his back, rubbing against him, the cavern was quiet. The moans, the screams, the flesh slapping — all subsided. The afterglow, the divine qi, the warmth, was there.
The four women, their bodies limp, their minds broken, their tongues out, their eyes vacant, gave him kisses. On his chest. On his neck. On his lips. Their voices, the broken, corrupted, devoted voices, were there.
"Master," they whispered. "Master. Master. Master."
The word, the single word, repeated like a mantra, like a prayer, like the only word that mattered in their world, was there.
Tianlong, seated like a king on the stone bench, his gold-crimson eyes on the ceiling, thought.
’Should I now meet my nephew and nieces? Haha...’
The laugh, the private, internal, amused laugh of a being who had seen the future and was already planning his next move, was there.