I Was Called A Demon

On the morrow, Bianca awoke in a familiar bed, with a familiar sight – her pet sucking her off, taking care of her morning wood, that… she somehow still had. The end of the previous day was a bit of a blur now, but she did vaguely recall using her technique several times, so the last use must’ve gone ‘unresolved’ before they retired to the bedroom.

Whatever had happened, she woke up feeling great, but also a little impatient – sweet as Song Ming’s mouth was, she wasn’t in the mood for gentle, tender love. She wanted to get out there, to do… something more active.

So, she lifted one of her legs and used it to push her pet along, forcing her down to the base of her shaft, sighing contentedly as she took in the delightful warmth and wetness of Song Ming’s throat, the way it squeezed around her in surprise when Bianca awoke, and then relaxed as she looked up into Bianca’s eyes, seeming to be content to leave her fate in her Mistress’ hands – or in this case, legs.

“Good morning, sweetie. Couldn’t sleep without drowning yourself in my musk, could you? You’re an addict, and that’s just the way I love you,” Bianca spoke, keeping her pet down as she watched her face slowly grow redder, her eyes watering as she was running out of oxygen with each moment, “You need me, my body, my taste and scent… remember, you’ll eventually be trained to cum on command, but even before that, I want you to orgasm from just smelling me. Get it?”

Song Ming could only offer a really slight nod, even as her consciousness started to slip away.

“Fuck, I want to train all of you sluts like that. Make you into horny bitches that cum the moment I shove your faces into my crotch… hah, fuck, that really turns me on. I’ve made some progress with Huang Su, and Yu Juan was already a slut for my musk before, but… you know, when we get some disciples, you’d help me train them, wouldn’t you?”

Another weak nod, tears flowing from her pet’s eyes, smearing the black eyeshadow she was wearing, her throat starting to clench down on Bianca’s cock in some futile, instinctive effort to squeeze it out.

Bianca knew she had to free her pet, to let her breathe, but some sadistic urge arose to keep her there and see just how far she could push her… so she did exactly that. The way Song Ming didn’t seem to mind even as her eyes began to roll back into her head, her limbs growing weak, her face growing redder than a tomato…

Still, as hot as it was, she wasn’t about to kill her dearest pet, especially not just from some whim. So, just before things became too bad, she let her go and rested her leg, watching as Song Ming rose up swiftly, inhaling desperately as she tried to catch her breath.

“Pet, breathing fresh air? Are you sure you’re not forgetting something?” Bianca smirked after Song Ming had enough time to regain some semblance of coherency.

“Hah… I… I’m sorry, Mistress…” her pet lowered her head again, burying her nose in Bianca’s hairy balls obediently, “Ish thish better?”

“Good girl, my scent is all the air you need. It’s all any of you will ever need – is that clear?”

“Yesh, Mistresh,” with her mouth pressed up against Bianca’s groin, she could hardly make especially coherent statements, but she didn’t need to – her eager eyes and delighted expression told the full story.

The only thing she could inhale from there was Bianca’s sweat and scent, any air that reached her being inevitably tainted, but it seemed like it revitalized her far more than clean air could.

“My amazing, wonderful, slutty bitch… you’re a treasure. I don’t know what I would do without you,” Bianca muttered, her cock throbbing with excitement as she enjoyed the sight, “I want to fill up your ass today, so turn around for me.”

Although Song Ming whined quietly, she obeyed after a moment, turning to present her plump butt, spreading her cheeks to showcase her dripping pussy and, more importantly, the jewelled plug nestled in her rear hole. It was sitting there so comfortably that her pet had probably forgotten about it by now, having gotten used to the sensation of it long ago.

Reaching forward, Bianca grabbed the base of it and, without any gentleness, pulled it out with a pop, revealing her slut’s gaping hole.

“Sweetie, how long has it been since you’ve taken that out?”

“Um… I’m… not sure, Mistress,” she said after a delay, even as her asshole winked at Bianca, the gaping ring struggling to recover, “I kept it in yesterday, and before that… it’s hard to keep track of it. All I know is that I’ve been sure to keep it in me whenever possible.”

“Good girl, that’s what you should do. Now, back that ass up, I’m already close to cumming, especially after you were so eager to breathe my balls,” Bianca reached out and grasped her ass, “So I’ll fill you up, and leave your insides full for the rest of the day. Sounds good, doesn’t it, bitch? I bet you’ll be on the brink of orgasm all day just from the feeling.”

She helped Song Ming line up her ass with the tip of her cock, then pulled her down more than half-way onto her shaft in one motion the instant they were aligned. Her cock slipped inside with ease, her pet’s rear having been trained for months to take her dick, though the slight growth she’d experienced with more recent progress in her cultivation meant that it had grown a little past what her pet was used to.

Still, she took it well, quickly sinking down to the base, moaning as her hands quivered from the sensation of being filled. After a deep breath, Song Ming began to move, raising her hips just a little before Bianca gripped tighter and forced her back down, making her ass slam against her hips as she felt her cock throb.

“Don’t try to move too much. I want to unload deep inside you, to make sure as little leaks out before I plug you again, got it?”

“Y-Yes, Mistress… your dick feels so big inside me, I’ve missed it so much…” her pet’s hips moved almost mindlessly as her ass squeezed around Bianca’s shaft, seeming intent to milk it of all it had to offer, “I love your warmth, the way it throbs and- hng… pulses in my ass!”

“I know you do, slut…”

“I’m your slut, Mistress, your toy, your hole, your bitch, y-your- aah~!” Song Ming trembled as her rear hole tightened, her pussy squirting arousal all over the bedding, even as she forced herself to keep moving.

“Cumming that easily, pet?” Bianca smirked, though she couldn’t deny that it felt great to see someone succumb to her so easily.

“I-I can’t help it, Mistress, your c-cock feels so good!” her pet nearly came again, her insides squeezing down again, finally pushing Bianca over the edge.

As her balls tensed up and clenched, forcing their ample load out, she kept Song Ming bouncing on her shaft until the moment she felt her seed gush from her tip, at which point she forced her ass down, keeping their hips locked together as she moaned, letting out all of her cum deep inside her guts.

Her sticky seed was thick and viscous, flooding into her pet’s insides and quickly causing her stomach to inflate again, soon making her seem as though she was several months into a pregnancy – which she should’ve been, had Bianca’s technique not failed to produce a child… Nonetheless, Bianca’s balls felt nearly bottomless, her semen pouring out endlessly until it started rushing up through Song Ming’s body, reaching her throat and making her gag, forcing her to put a hand over her mouth to avoid any seed escaping past her lips.

Bianca’s orgasm only tapered off then, a moment before her cum would’ve gone all the way through her pet. After a moment, her cock vanished, but she was prepared and shoved in the plug before any of her seed could spill out, though the plug was only barely enough after the way her dick had stretched Song Ming out even further.

‘Guess I’ll need to give her the next step up… Soon enough, my cock will grow even bigger – perhaps with the fourth realm, it’ll gain several stages worth of size in one go…’ the phantom throbbing of her cock was almost painful in its intensity, the way her body seemed so excited at the prospect, so she forced herself away from the line of thought, distracting herself by smacking Song Ming’s ass, “How does it feel, sweetie?”

“I-It…” Song Ming gulped, swallowing down the cum that tried to rush up her throat, “It feels g-good… Mistress…”

“Heavens, the times I fill you up this much always catch me off-guard. Feel free to lie down for a little while if you want, sweetie… not that it’d help if there’s that much cum in you,” she noted, slapping the other ass cheek for good measure, “I’ve got some stuff I need to actually finish with Xue Yaling, unfortunately. Will probably be boring, so once you’re feeling a bit better, feel free to come and entertain me. Okay, sweetie?”

“Y-Yes, Mistress…”

“Good girl,” Bianca said while getting off the bed, leaning in to whisper directly into her pet’s ear.

From the way she shuddered and the wet spot on the bedding grew, she obviously came again… she was quite easy to please, at least for Bianca. If anyone else tried it, she figured that Song Ming would sooner slap them away… or, given the nature of power levels in this world, perhaps she’d tear them apart with planar energy or her runes.

‘Somehow I haven’t really thought about it before, but she is one of the strongest people in our little group, offensively anyway. Those runes kick a lot of ass,’ Bianca exited the room while throwing on what clothing she had, becoming presentable very quickly.

As always, her body’s incredible property of remaining neat and tidy no matter what meant that she could just get up and go about her day, like some kind of immortal from this world’s tales.

Descending from the mountain, she let the Demonic Tyrant locate the kitsune’s location, heading for it leisurely. It was early in the moment, and so the air was cool, a sharp contrast to the steamy bedroom she woke up in, making for a pleasant, if a little chilly, trip down the mountain.

“Morning, Yaling… and our newest butt-slut. Have you been a good girl and playing only with your ass, Huang Su?” Bianca couldn’t help but tease the Sect Master knowing exactly what she had done the day prior.

Huang Su’s reaction was delicious, the vague pretence of pride she attempted to put up crumbling in an instant as she lowered her head, her cheeks growing red, “I- Y-Yes, Mistress, I… yes.”

“Good morning to you, Sect Mistress. Don’t forget about my offer – if you even recall it now. The night was rather wild,” the kitsune greeted her as well, “The one relating to our chat from many months back-”

“Yes, yes, I remember. Though, honestly, I would’ve assumed that you’d be happy to let me forget, just like with all the stuff you whispered into my ear when we were returning here,” Bianca said.

“Oh, no, not at all. Want to do it right now?”

“No, I… hm, later today, closer to the evening, maybe? I’ll have a bit more to drink than usual… how often do I drink lately, anyway? Feels like it’s slipped my mind more often than not.”

“Mistress, I’ve observed your body when… uh, I have found the opportunities to do so, and it appears that your body cultivation technique is able to effectively accelerate the progress cultivators make in eliminating their dependence on so-called mortal food and drink.”

“… Uh, in short?” Bianca asked, a little distracted by the way that Huang Su was behaving, and stumbling all over her proper speech.

“Unless you intend on doing something atypical with your body, you might be able to sustain yourself by eating once a week, if not less.”

“Atypical… such as, let’s say, doing something your body no longer needs to do?”

“I… I assume I know what you mean, and… yes, it should include that.”

That caught the kitsune off-guard, an eyebrow shooting up as she suddenly sat up, slamming her hands on the desk.

“You… why do you know?”

“I… ahem,” Huang Su coughed, her cheeks getting red again, “I have powerful spiritual perception, I occasionally glimpse certain details that… perhaps you do not intend me to observe.”

“… Was it at Heart’s Core Town?”

“It… may have been, Mistress.”

“Tch, I thought nobody was watching… how did neither of you react if you knew?”

The kitsune responded with pride, “I’m nearly 300 years old, do you really think something like that is enough to phase me?”

“You’re still avoiding saying it explicitly, though. And I remember you being somewhat euphemistic about it back at your temple, too.”

“Tch, fine, Sect Mistress. I spotted how you were pissing down your pet’s throat back there. I also, rather directly, confirmed that I don’t mind engaging in such play myself… and look what you’ve made me do, your butt-slut is blushing over there.”

“I’m not, I-”

“You’ve forgotten to speak formally, so she’s clearly onto something,” Bianca noted, “Before this devolves into teasing you about sexual things, though… Yaling, you wanted to handle the elder positions today, right?”

“Before the day devolves into rampant fucking, yes, it would probably be best.”

“Then, Shouge Zhe is in charge of the technique pavilion, Huang Su handles security and Song Ming is her deputy, until she gets strong enough, Han Rushu is obviously the lead on blacksmithing, possibly all great arts stuff until we find other experts… I’m sure Yu Juan could do something as well, but unless we need an expert on dance, I can’t think of a spot for her.”

The kitsune blinked a few times, “How in the fuck did you do that so quickly after struggling for literal hours yesterday?”

“I want to rush to the fun part of the day, what can I say,” she shrugged in reply, “My disciple stays my disciple, no need to give her any roles. You… what do you want to do?”

“Manage the disciples and their tasks, inside and outside the sect.”

“Let me guess, since it would involve getting them alone in a room with you?”

“I’m not Lanying, I’m not going to… ah, well, maybe the methods wouldn’t align, but I can’t deny that I would love to take advantage of it. Fine, you got me.”

“Wait, who?”

“Ugh, I knew I’d slip up eventually… Ling Lanying is the name of my bitch of a sister,” Xue Yaling leaned back, crossing her arms and releasing an exasperated sigh, “You’ll recognise her if you ever see her, she’s a total cunt and a bitch and a slut and a complete whore, and-”

“Would you mind saying anything other than insults?”

“… Black hair and fur, green eyes, same sort of ears and tail as mine, though she’s taller. Besides that, all I know is that she likes to cultivate some weird techniques. Be careful if you run into her, and don’t stare at her too much.”

“Okay… Do you hate her that much?”

“Eh, we don’t meet often enough for me to genuinely despise her, but, if you’ve ever had a sibling, you know how things can be.”

“I… think… I was an only child.”

“Sucks to be you, then.”

With that, the conversation hit a lull, though not for long, as Bianca turned to Huang Su.

“Would you be so kind as to get me some water? Ideally as much as possible, but… well, no, as much as possible is good.”

“If you wish, Mistress,” the Sect Master seemed eager to get away, so she quickly bowed and fled the room.

That left Bianca alone with the kitsune, who soon relaxed from her earlier… frustration with her sister.

“So, still planning the main event for later in the day?”

“The- oh, right. Yes, that’s my intention. No reason to rush it, even if you seem so eager.”

“I am not. I merely enjoy… exploring the oft untravelled path.”

“In other words, you’re eager?”

“Oh, fuck off.”