I Was Called A Demon

“I should be able to write down a few more manuals with my memories, but as I have no intentions of allowing the Reaper’s Song and its related skills to be used by the unworthy, I’m afraid I won’t be able to provide much more than that,” the reaper explained, pointing to the pile of scrolls and sheets of paper stacked on one of the tables near the back, “If any of you would be able to contribute anything more, it would be immensely helpful.”

She naturally didn’t look towards Bianca as she said this, as living around her for a few months made it more than obvious that her range of skills was relatively narrow, and that she had no particular ability to transcribe them.

The closest she had for the moment was Jia Bo Xun, whose skills were slowly improving, but even then, her creations clearly didn’t match Bianca’s own skills exactly.

As such, only the others present had much of a chance of helping, but that inevitably put Huang Su, the Sect Master of the Phoenix Sect, into a tough spot. She still believed herself to be in that position, rather than being the obedient and loyal guardian of the Demoness Sect, someone that should kneel at Bianca’s feet and beg for a chance to worship them…

‘Ahem, I shouldn’t get too excited, I’ll end up ruining my non-existent panties,’ she forced herself not to think about such things just yet, and instead looked to Huang Su as well, “You should write down some of the better techniques and skills you’re familiar with. Ideally, by the time we get any disciples, we’d have a collection that can fill every slot in a cultivator’s arsenal, at least.”

Huang Su met her gaze with some hesitation, but eventually nodded, “Yes, Mistress. I recall some skills that ought to be usable by most, and help them in their journey, so I will provide manuals for them when I have the time to write it all out.”

“Good girl,” Bianca smiled and reached up to pat the woman on the head, yielding some confusion, but a warm enough smile in return.

She backed away and took another look around the library, then backed out to look at the empty spot overhead. It was clearly made to hold a plaque, like many of the buildings in this world, but whatever had been there once, was now gone, likely destroyed by the necromancers in some fit of boredom, or hatred towards the original occupiers of this place.

As such, it left the building feeling somewhat empty, incomplete.

“Sect Mistress?” the reaper, noticing her absence, emerged from the library, “Ah, the missing sign overhead. Once I find a suitable board of wood, I can carve something suitable.”

“Judging by how good those shelves look, you seem to be quite skilled with your hands.”

“It is but one of many skills that are needed in the wilds, but also to maintain the tools of a reaper. Our scythes may look ordinary, but that is because each scythe is made by hand, by the reaper that uses it, tailored to their specific grasp of the Reaper’s Song.”

“I see. I wouldn’t mind seeing some more of your skills… when things have settled down further, I suppose,” Bianca meant something very different to carpentry, but she wasn’t going to spill that just yet, “Also, you should probably get Han Rushu to assist you here. I imagine that with her skills, getting some better tools to work with, or even common stuff like nails and metal plates, should be easy.”

“I would, but she has been somewhat uncooperative. Every time I attempt to greet her, she seems to be… sulking, for lack of a better word.”

“… I have a feeling I know why. I’ll chat with her, tell her to be useful. Huang Su, did you need me for anything else today?”

The Phoenix Sect’s leader came out of the library and gently shook her head, “Nothing that demands your presence, Mistress. However, it would be good if we could set aside some time to work out the specifics of yo- our new Demoness Sect, just to be clear on policies, criteria for disciples, outward stances and so on.”

“Ah, the boring shit. Yeah, how about we do that tomorrow morning, since we don’t need to touch the array anymore?”

“While further maintenance is necessary, it is true that we can currently do little of it. We lack the necessary resources to repair a seven star array like this, and ideally, we would employ materials that are a star higher to ensure their quality and suitability. Furthermore, if you would want a stronger array, preparing for that upgrade would be best done in the early stages of repair.”

“I guess that makes sense, so… morning is good?”

“Morning should be good, Mistress,” Huang Su affirmed.

“Then I can handle the blacksmith. Pet, would you stay here and note down those Planar-archetype skills you got a while back? Might as well add them to the collection,” Bianca said, and her pet nodded right away, “Good bitch. Thank you, darling.”

“Mistress! I-”

“Please don’t make a mess of the floor, sweetie. We’re already going to need to get carpets up there so that we don’t slip and slide any time we want to walk around,” she carefully watched Song Ming’s face and delighted in the rapidly growing blush that quickly spread across her face, even her ears going crimson, “Anyway, I shouldn’t need too much time to handle this, but you know how the blacksmith can be, she may need to get some reminders of her position. I’ll be back up to the top of this place when I’m finished, and then we can check in with Yu Juan and Jia Bo Xun.”

“Very well, Mistress. I shall keep an eye on the outside, just in case anyone attempts to intrude while your attention is occupied.”

“Alright, thanks.”

Although it had been a while since they last had a proper chat, Bianca had certain… needs that she couldn’t quite attend to on her own. Given that she had quite literally fucked the blacksmith into the ground before their arrival here, it could take some persuasion, but she was sure that she could get some of that treatment herself.

The sounds of the forge could be heard even from the outside, the hammer slamming on metal seeming to echo out, but they were doubly as loud as she stepped inside. She was blasted by the immense heat within the building, feeling as though it was ten times more than outside, quickly making her sweat even with the endurance her body had to high temperatures. Even from the entrance, she could see that vivid orange glow from deeper within.

“Fuckin’ cunts, all thinking that they’re better than me… I don’t even have anyone to fuck anymore, that bitch has taken everyone… and her cock will be bigger than mine at this rate… so what then? What will I have to offer?”

‘Huh… It’s interesting to hear her frustrations like that. Luckily… I don’t strictly mind,’ Bianca smiled as she went around the corner, immediately being struck by the full heat of the forge.

There, Han Rushu sat on a small stack of bricks pried loose from nearby structures, a well-used hammer in her hand and one hand holding onto the cool end of a white-hot piece of metal. It seemed to be vaguely sword-shaped, although for all that she knew, the blacksmith might’ve intended to discard this project soon after. She had been working on this little smithy since they arrived, and it was far from the first time she had started making something and ended up showcasing nothing.

“Having a bad day, big girl?”

“… You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“No, no, not at all. Actually, I’ve come here with good news. The array is finally fixed, so I can sense everything within the Reaper’s Grave as though it was within the range of my spiritual perception,” Bianca explained with a smile, coming over to Han Rushu’s side and leaning down, showing off her huge tits, “So no chance of interruptions, and I can vaguely tell if Huang Su is looking, too, so we’re completely safe.”

“Safe to do what, have you fuck my ass again? I’d never had anything in there, and then you just shove-”

“Rushu, did you already forget our previous arrangement?” Bianca sighed and let her robes drop to the floor, leaving only the Weave to cover her ample chest, her flat belly and her wide hips, all on full display, “One where you could fuck me as well?”

That finally seemed to get her attention, as the blacksmith looked over and was immediately frozen in place, her gaze visibly lost in Bianca’s boobs. Seeing that, she gently swayed left and right, letting her boobs do the same. Although they were huge and heavy – a fact that had been surprisingly easy to overlook thanks to her cultivation – they were nice and perky, her nipples already hard from her excitement.

“Heavens, I somehow forgot how big those were. How the fuck do you usually hide them?”

“I think it’s the Weave, plus those robes. They press down on the chest a bit, and I guess the robes have enough volume to hide my figure,” Bianca straightened her back and turned around, wiggling her big ass to demonstrate, “See, this thing doesn’t always get noticed either… though, considering the existence of men out there, that’s probably for the best.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I could never forget about that huge butt of yours,” that seemed to finally cheer the blacksmith up, “I recall fucking that wonderful thing until you could barely stand… well, specifics are blurry, but you felt better than plenty of the bitches I’ve fucked before.”

“I didn’t come here for compliments like that, especially not ones like that… really, don’t compare me to whatever sluts fell for you,” turning back, Bianca crossed her arms, lifting up her tits in the process, “I’m just here to get a nice, big dick in my ass and get all that… subby energy out of the way.”

“Good, because I was never any good at praise – unless it’s about someone’s leaking cunt, tight ass or a pretty mouth,” letting go of the hammer and metal, letting the former drop to the ground unceremoniously, Han Rushu got up and stepped over to Bianca, having to look up just a little due to their height difference, “Then, get started, slut. Pull my trousers down.”

“Don’t make me remind you about you should talk to me,” despite her protests, Bianca kneeled down right away, pulling over her robes to provide at least a bit of comfort compared to the hard stone floor.

She took her time in pulling down those coarse trousers, enjoying the view of the bulge within growing, the cloth tightening as it had to accommodate an ever greater length. When she did finally unleash it, Rushu’s cock was already rock hard, springing out from its confines and nearly smacking Bianca’s face in the process.

It was just like she remembered, big, thick, surrounded by a steamy cloud of musky odour that gently burned her nostrils, yet filled her with desire. Although she knew it was a consequence of a bunch of skills or techniques the blacksmith cultivated, she had a feeling she’d be into it just as much regardless.

Beneath that, her hairy balls seemed tidier than before, possibly following a trim in the not too distant past. Still, they were visibly sweaty, tempting her closer – though, before she could get far, Han Rushu stopped her.

“Wait, summon that dick of yours first.”

“Uh… Want me to fuck you after all?”

“No, dumbass, I just… look, it’s much hotter than banging yet another slut with a loose pussy.”

“I think they’re loose thanks to you.”

“Shut it, and do what I say,” Rushu grabbed her ponytail and pulled her back from her cock, “No dick for you until you do.”

Although she rolled her eyes, Bianca decided to comply, “Just don’t give me too many ideas, I can and will do it again.”

She hardly needed to clarify herself, as the blacksmith let her go the moment that her cock appeared, shoving the Weave aside. Given how excited she already was, her dick was just as hard, a bead of precum at the tip the moment it manifested. Her musk joined Rushu’s own, and to overpower it, Bianca pressed her nose up to the tip of the blacksmith’s dick, inhaling her scent right from the source – a mixture of cum, sweat and a hint of piss.

Clearly, she didn’t take too much care with keeping herself nice and fresh, but that hardly mattered. She didn’t fall in love with this huge, throbbing cock and its potent scent because Han Rushu kept herself entirely clean.

The blacksmith’s precum dripped onto her nose, causing it to twitch.

“So, does it change anything for you?”

“Oh yes, this is much hotter now,” Rushu’s shaft twitched, seeming to get even harder, as though to prove her point, “Need me to push you down, or-”

“Let me enjoy myself a little first, I’ll let you fuck my throat in just a bit,” Bianca moved forward, peppering the sweaty shaft with kisses until lowering her head to go beneath, to the place where her musk was thickest.

Pressing her nose up to the spot just beneath Rushu’s cock, between her balls, she felt the pubes tickling her skin, the greasy coating of sweat rubbing off on her. Some of the dark hairs stuck to her face, and would almost certainly remain there when she pulled away, but for now, all that mattered was the scent.

The thick, pungent odour of her sweat, built up from however many hours of work and however many more hours of wearing those pants, letting all of the smell ferment. It was so strong it made her eyes water and her head swim, completely blocking any clean air from reaching her lungs, her body trying to breathe in more on instinct only to flood itself further. Primal, powerful, and virile… exactly what she had wanted.

“Hah… do you ever bathe?”

“As if it would make a difference, with the forge being how it is… but yeah, a few days ago.”

“Explains a lot…”

“What, are you going to start complaining? I can see you huffing my scent like an addict – wonder why, hehe…”

“I know, and no, I won’t. Just… make sure you don’t let things get too bad,” Bianca chose to inhale only through her nose, letting the full potency of the blacksmith’s musk wash over her.

In truth, it was so intense that she could almost taste it, her taste buds being assaulted by the steam wafting from her balls. It was amazing and intoxicating, and before long, merely smelling it was no longer enough. She moved just a little further, pressing her lips against the blacksmith’s full sack and kissing it, feeling her lips being stained with sweat as she left a faint mark on her skin.

Naturally, she couldn’t stop there. With her nose buried in Rushu’s skin, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, slowly licking up through the forest of thick, greasy pubes, coating her tongue with the blacksmith’s flavour.

She got to feel the warmth within, the heavy, virile load that waited for her, clearly desperate to be unleashed within a fertile hole… not that she’d ever give Han Rushu that satisfaction. Her pussy was strictly off-limits, so all of that potent virility would have to go to waste… not that the blacksmith would complain.

As she lapped up the coating of sweat from her balls, Bianca soon found that even that wasn’t enough to sate her, so she sucked on one of the cum-filled orbs, barely managing to fit her mouth around it while she licked all over the hairy skin. Having kept her eyes low, focusing on her prize, she finally lifted her gaze up and saw the blacksmith looking down at her, the wariness she had at the start of their encounter having faded away.

Now, her eyes seemed to be returning to how they were before, full of pride and primal hunger, and she clearly wanted more.

So, although her body wanted – needed – more of her sweat, her scent, to huff her musky balls and drown her mind in that pungent odour, Bianca forced herself away from them, her lips letting go with a pop. A couple glistening strands of saliva kept her joined to those full, churning orbs, and she clearly felt a few greasy hairs stuck on her skin, although she chose not to clean herself up just yet. She left plenty of dark lipstick marks on the blacksmith’s heavy sack, eliciting a certain sense of pride. It wasn’t something she was ever going to be telling others about, but still.

As she pulled back to the tip, she saw precum steadily beading and dripping down onto her, a trail going from the top of her head to her shoulder. After she’d spent so long beneath it, it felt much bigger than when they began, a strangely potent behemoth threatening to overshadow everything.

“Well… just remember to warn me when you cum,” Bianca took a deep breath, inhaling through her nose, and then got to work.