Arc 11: Chapter 5
The huge, throbbing length felt too big to fit into her mouth, but once she started, she wasn’t about to give up – and she knew that she had succeeded before, so all she needed to do was persevere.
She kept her hands on Rushu’s thighs as she went down on her, slowly bobbing up and down as she went further, taking her time to polish the head and clean away the layers of sweat and grime that had accumulated there.
Indeed, as she slowly took more of it in, her lips wrapping around the hard, throbbing tip, it almost felt as if she was meant to be there. Her jaw was pushed to its limit as she took the head of Rushu’s cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as precum steadily dripped from the tip, a salty fluid that felt akin to divine ambrosia.
Gulping it down was only natural, although she couldn’t stop herself from savouring each drop, letting it coat her tongue and permeate her tastebuds.
“Fuck, I missed your tongue… many sluts learn what feels good for me, but it’s a whole different deal with someone that just knows,” Han Rushu let out a contented sigh as she leaned back, enjoying the sensation… and likely attempting not to cum too soon.
It had been a long while since she had gotten any sexual attention from others, and perhaps even any self-care, so Bianca’s wet, warm tongue was making her tasty cock twitch and throb, her balls already clenching. It must’ve taken plenty of effort for her to not blow the moment Bianca’s tongue first caressed the underside of her cock head, and it was awfully tempting to speed up and intensify her efforts beyond all reason, just to see her cum her brains out so quickly.
She shifted her hands, putting her weight onto her knees as she moved one to the base of the shaft, slowly moving up and down with shallow strokes. Her hand could barely grasp the whole thing, looking awfully big compared to her small hands, and Rushu’s balls were no different, both heavy and full. Even just lifting one as she caressed them took a bit of effort.
Perhaps her intent was a little too obvious, since the blacksmith’s gaze also turned mischievous.
“Looks like you’re getting comfortable. Let me fix that,” she grinned as she grasped Bianca by her ponytail and, without any warning, pulled her down onto her shaft while thrusting her hips.
At once, more than half her ample length entered Bianca’s throat, making her gag, tears welling up in her crimson eyes, as her body had yet to accommodate to the intrusion. Her instincts fought between pushing away to let herself breathe and taking more of this delicious dick into her mouth, breathing be damned.
She hardly had the ability to think it through before Rushu pulled out just a little, only to slam into her throat once more, sinking that little bit deeper. Any sense of reason or control flew out of Bianca’s head in that single push, her arms dropping to her sides as her mouth was used as a mere toy, the blacksmith’s grasp on her hair leaving her with no room to do anything but take it, to salivate all over the throbbing length that filled her mouth, to lick the underside and become intimately reminded of exactly how this beast tastes.
Her eyes were blurred by tears, some sliding down her face and certainly smudging her makeup in their wake, although they could not compare to the deluge of saliva dripping down her chin. As her throat was used as a fleshlight by the brutish blacksmith, each thrust in made her gag and sputter, making a total mess of her.
Still, her cock was as hard as ever, jutting out from her groin and throbbing in tandem with Rushu’s motions. Despite not touching herself this whole time – and with the orgasms she had earlier in the today – she was still getting close, perhaps likely to burst before the blacksmith did.
Han Rushu had been feeling down for months, but finally getting to fuck this dumb slut’s face again made it all feel worth it.
She had changed quite a bit from the last time Rushu had her in this position, hair and skin turning near-white, even her eyelashes, and her eyes becoming a potent crimson. All in all, this made her look rather different, and her throat felt changed as well. It felt tighter, warmer and wetter, and that made it impossible not to fuck even faster.
Seeing those crimson eyes clouded with tears and rolling up into the back of her head, black eyeshadow running down her pale skin, her spit coating Rushu’s cock, Bianca’s chin and dripping down to the bricks below.
Rather than the typical boring ink paintings she’d seen in homes of those far wealthier and more powerful than herself, Han Rushu very much preferred to have a visual like this on her wall, along with plenty of other scenes where she had fucked some dumb bitch into the ground… well, not that Bianca could strictly be listed among them.
She was gorgeous, and her holes – the two she’d gotten to experience, anyway – were delightfully tight and warm, but Bianca eventually put her head in the right place of her own accord – that is, in between Rushu’s legs.
Well, that and finally figuring out cultivation stuff, although it felt stranger that she hadn’t managed to catch on before.
Regardless, one of the hottest parts was still Bianca’s cock down below, twitching and pulsing as though she was the one being fellated. It made Rushu feel so much better and… well, not manlier, given that she wasn’t some filthy guy, but it certainly made her feel more virile and potent than she had before… if she didn’t think about the butt plug in her ass.
After Bianca’s Demon Queen episode, she had ruined Han Rushu’s ass completely. It tightened up after a while, but the sensation never quite left her. Every time she tried to pleasure herself, to stroke her cock, her mind returned to that moment, when she came just from having her ass fucked…
So, luckily for her, she had been wearing one of her many butt plugs when Bianca showed up, ensuring that her cock remained hard. It wasn’t large, but it was enough to stimulate her ass.
‘Fuck, I should focus on Bianca. Maybe this will finally fix my mind,’ Rushu resisted the urge to shake the thought out of her head as she suddenly stood up, letting go of Bianca’s ponytail only to grab her head with both hands. With that motion, she slammed her hips against Bianca’s face and hilted her cock inside her throat, eliciting the loudest gag yet.
“I’m going to fill your stomach, slut! And since I don’t hear any complaining, I’ll not hold back.”
Some muted gurgling was the most sound Bianca could produce before Rushu got to fucking her face with all the might she had. Each time she pulled her hips back, she’d also push Bianca off her cock, leaving only the tip in her mouth, before slamming back in and forcing her down to the base, her lipstick marking Rushu’s skin – only to do it again, and again.
The wet, messy sounds were music to her ears, and the feeling of Bianca’s throat was even better, tightening up around her cock each time her gag reflex was triggered. Seeing her eyes rolling up, losing any semblance of coherency and propriety… it was a gorgeous sight, and it finally brought her close to the edge.
Her balls had already been aching to unleash their load, and now that each of her thrusts left them slapping against Bianca’s chin, they clearly had a hole to unleash their contents into. So, as her excitement reached its peak, she growled and thrust in one last time, forcing Bianca down to the base of her cock before emptying her balls into her mouth. Her balls clenched, rising as the seed within surged down her shaft.
Bianca’s mind had gotten hazy and clouded, but despite that – or perhaps because of it, as all her other thoughts grew awfully distant – she couldn’t possibly miss the feeling of Rushu’s thick cock getting even harder, growing just a touch bigger, although even that was enough to stretch her throat.
The underside bulged as a deluge of seed rushed along the length, and erupted in her throat, ropes of cum gushing right into her stomach. Each gush of sticky fluid seemed enough to fill her to the brim on its own, but the blacksmith’s arousal seemed endless, each pulse of her shaft releasing another rope of seed. Bianca’s belly could only hold so much, and soon all that cum could only build up in her throat, threatening to burst out the moment she was freed from Rushu’s grasp.
Although the tidal wave of Han Rushu’s orgasm finally began to slow, the last few gushes of seed filled her mouth and, with her lips locked so tightly around the blacksmith’s cock, could only escape from her nose. The potent seed burned her nose and seared her tastebuds, cutting off what little air – mostly Rushu’s musk, and the tiny bit of clean air that somehow made it through – she had been able to breathe in.
Her vision darkened, Rushu’s groin blurring with each moment, but somehow, her sense of taste and smell only grew more intense by the moment. It was as though her body wanted nothing more than to sear every aspect of the blacksmith’s cock into her memory, even if it was the last thing she did.
So, it came at quite the shock when she was suddenly released, Rushu letting her head go after pulling her off her cock, instantly freeing the deluge of cum she’d been filled with. As she fell back onto her ass, all of that seed poured past her lips, mixing with the saliva coating her chin and dripping down to her tits, getting all over the Weave. However, her current focus was inhaling deeply and desperately, trying to return from the brink of suffocation.
Clarity finally returned to her vision, and her senses became able to perceive something other than cock. She saw the blacksmith falling back down to her improvised seat, she saw marks of her own orgasm coating the sides of the bricks, a climax she hadn’t even perceived amidst the excitement.
However, she could also feel her cock, still. It dripped with cum, her balls feeling a lot lighter, but she knew that she wanted more.
‘And Rushu is already looking tired? This, and the buttplug in her ass… Thinking about it, why do I even need to be all subby and cute for her? If all I want is a cock, then I can just take it!’ Bianca’s thoughts veered in a new direction, and suddenly, energy returned to her body.
Neither side of her could take issue with this – her meek side just wanted it to happen, no matter what, and even felt it important to stand up to the blacksmith to not look like a pushover. Her other side wanted to get on top and show this dragon-blooded dumbass how to properly use that dick of hers, and put her in her place.
After all, Bianca was the Sect Mistress, even if the Demoness Sect lacked even the slightest presence in the world. It was only right for her to get what she wants.
So, she stood up, wiping the cum and spit from her chin with the back of her hand, and came up to the blacksmith before the latter even had a chance to realise it, quickly climbing into her lap, Rushu’s cock ending up between her ass cheeks while her own shaft ended up pressed against the blacksmith’s toned abs, some of her seed still dripping from the tip and leaving a mark on them.
“B-Bianca, I-”
“You look like you’re about done after just one round. You’ve really declined in your stamina, huh?” Bianca smirked, grinding her ass on that hard shaft.
It had softened a little after her orgasm, but it didn’t take long for that pillar to harden once more, standing straight up and getting right in between Bianca’s rear cheeks, letting her feel it near her asshole – the tantalising warmth alone being sufficient to make her pussy drip and her rear hole tighten in anticipation.
“I was just-”
“I don’t really care, honestly. After all, why should it matter to me?” she raised her hips, using one hand to grip the blacksmith’s shoulder while reaching back with the other to align Rushu’s cock to press against her tight asshole.
Her ass was pliable enough even without lube, thanks to the Demonic Form, but this time around she wasn’t lacking in it. Cum and spit still coated Han Rushu’s dick, letting it enter her smoothly.
It may have been a while since she last had her buttplug in, or been properly fucked, but her ass still allowed this intrusion with ease, her hole stretching out just enough to fit Rushu’s thick cock while hugging it tightly, as though she didn’t want to let it go – and Bianca didn’t.
As soon as the head of the blacksmith’s cock was past her tight ring, she slammed her hips down, moaning loudly as it entered her guts, most of the length now inside of her hole. The sensation of being filled like that was heavenly, exactly what she had wanted from her visit to the blacksmith, and she wasn’t about to simply sit there and soak in the sensation.
She wanted more, so she took it. After raising her hips just a little, she pushed her fat ass down again, descending to the hilt as she felt Rushu’s balls pressed against her ass cheeks, churning with hot seed, clearly desperate to refill themselves after the earlier climax.
“B-Bianca, I’m still-”
“Hard?” placing both hands on the blacksmith’s shoulders, she grinned as she lifted her ass up and brought it down in one swift motion, quivering a little as she felt her body clinging to the behemoth filling up her rear, “Hah… yeah, I noticed.”
“I’m sensitive, you bitch!”
“Good, then it won’t take long for you to cum,” Bianca shrugged, starting to bounce on her cock without a care in the world, beginning with slower, longer motions, letting all but the cockhead exit her asshole before descending to relish in that feeling of fullness.
At first, she focused only on that physical sensation, her eyes shut to feel every little detail, to truly experience how her guts were being rearranged to make place for Rushu’s thick shaft, but as she got used to it, slightly opening her eyes revealed another source of pleasure. Beneath her, Han Rushu seemed be pinned and conflicted, torn between staying in place and being used and throwing Bianca off to do things her way.
Her inability to look straight at Bianca, that bit of uncertainty and fear in her eyes, the way in which she only seemed to get harder when Bianca held onto her more tightly… that feeling of power was something delicious, even as she was impaling herself on the blacksmith’s dick. Perhaps that was what made it sweeter, the feeling of control even when she wasn’t the one pitching for once.
She leaned in, quivering as the next drop of her hips led to Rushu’s throbbing member to strike some different parts inside of her. It felt as though her insides were stretching out even more, turning into a tool for pleasure more than anything.
Her position made it easy to breathe into the blacksmith’s ear, each hot exhale succeeding in making her shudder. It only helped to put a smile on Bianca’s face, one that was far from a pure, happy expression she might’ve once had, not that it concerned her. She was satisfied, and felt more powerful than she had ever felt back on Orbis, so what was there to worry about? All Bianca needed was to satisfy herself.
“Get even harder for me, babe. Just imagine whatever it takes to get you excited… maybe it’s pinning me down, fucking my brains out, leaving me as little more than a drooling hole for you…” Bianca whispered into the blacksmith’s ear, testing her reactions to every word, “or maybe you’d prefer to be the one pinned to the ground, ass up, your pussy being stretched out by my cock… heh, I felt that. You like that idea?”
The distinct twitch of Rushu’s cock was unmistakable, especially when it was lodged so deeply inside her of her ass, her insides clinging to it tightly. This tough lass had been trying to put up an act, but it seemed that the taste of submission had gotten to her.
Without her awareness, the corners of Bianca’s lips crept further up, her grin widening and a vicious glint appearing in her crimson eyes. The innate pleasure of topping someone, of being in control, of using them, even if it was to get fucked in the ass… The sensation was addictive, impossibly so, and it was only helped by the fact that she could feel her own cock throb and pulse, and knew that it wasn’t so different to Rushu’s at this point.
Soon, it would match her size, and then exceed it – and then she’d have no reason to be ashamed of herself. Then, she could just take what she wants, how she wants, and… well, there was a certain sweetness to submitting fully, but it was a small price to pay.
“Rushu, you don’t mind if I go for several rounds, do you? No? Good girl,” Bianca bit the blacksmith’s ear, getting a yelp that was tinged with arousal and fear at once.