Arc 12: Chapter 8
Back in the west, the fledgling Demoness Sect had yet to hear of the events at the battlefield, nor did they even seek to do so. With their distance from the conflict – and the way that most of the people by the Reaper’s Grave had deliberately fled it – it would be some time until the news could reach them.
Instead, as the days passed, the disciples of the sect were getting used to their new home. Although the Reaper’s Grave was still relatively barren and decrepit, after a few days, it felt comfortable enough that they didn’t have to worry about their safety every single moment. Walking around, speaking to the leaders of the sect without fear… it was nothing like their village, and yet, it could eventually become as good, if not better.
The only thing that weighed on Chen Yiren’s mind is the strange… tingling sensation she felt in this place. The fatigue and minor injuries sustained from her journey here looked to have mostly healed, past some bruises that refused to fade as quickly and a scar across her left eye that, likely, would never recover, but there persisted an odd presence no matter where she was on the mountain.
It wasn’t too distracting in and of itself, but the persistence of this sensation eventually led her to approach Yu Juan one morning. The Dancer had been incredibly friendly and approachable so far, and out of all of the core members of the Demoness Sect, she seemed the least likely to do them any harm.
“Ah, Chen Yiren, it’s great to see you. I hope you have been faring well,” the Dancer greeted her warmly, sitting a table in the open air while holding a steaming cup, taking a sip from it.
“Good morning, elder- uh, Yu Juan,” Chen Yiren spoke softly, carefully approaching like some kind of scared, wounded animal.
“I’ve said it before, there is no need to be too formal. You usually wouldn’t greet me like this, so… is something the matter?”
Chen Yiren had been considering some small talk to build up to the issue, perhaps to ask it in a roundabout manner to ensure she didn’t do something wrong, but with the way she was instantly found out, she ended up just blushing and looking aside.
“Um… there’s this strange feeling I’ve been having all this time…”
“Oh?”
She ended up sitting beside the Dancer on the bench, leaving enough room between them for another person to fit in comfortably.
“There’s this… strange tingling sensation, everywhere on the Reaper’s Grave. No matter where I go, indoors or outdoors, day or night… it’s just constant, and it feels so… odd.”
“Tingling…” with her eyes covered, it was hard to tell what Yu Juan was thinking, but she seemed to realise something after a short little while, “Ah, perhaps that is simply you perceiving the planar energy permeating the air around us.”
“Planar energy?” the young woman asked as her brows furrowed.
The concept was nothing new to her, having grown up in a village where cultivation techniques were present, if not common enough to be given to everyone. The only issue was that she had never felt such a sensation before, so… was the Dancer lying to her?
“You must be thinking that it’s odd that you’ve never felt such a thing before, are you not?” Yu Juan’s words hit the core of her concerns instantly, making her want to find some dark room to hide out in, “Worry not, there’s a good reason why. In your village, the density of planar energy would be average at best – with no arrays to concentrate it, or natural features that would raise the density, that much is inevitable. Were there any such features there?”
“… No, I don’t think so.”
“That makes sense. Here, meanwhile, we have the defensive array, which innately draws in and radiates planar energy throughout the entirety of the sect grounds – although it is not as powerful as it had once been, it is still matching the standard of the sixth or seventh realm, which is more than plentiful for someone that isn’t a cultivator to feel.”
“You mean… this is just the sensation of planar energy?”
“That is what I outlined, yes.”
“Um… uh… this is a slightly awkward subject, but… we’re both women, so it’s okay to discuss, right?”
She had no idea what was happening beneath the blindfold, but she could image Yu Juan just blinking while waiting for her to get to the point.
“Uh… lately, I’ve been feeling… um… weird.”
“In what way, exactly?”
“I… I’ve been feeling… turned on.”
“Oh?” that seemed to surprise the Dancer, though only a little, a smile tugging at her lips as she replied, “I will be frank, that isn’t necessarily connected, but… it is possible that the increased energy in the air around you is leading to a certain degree of arousal. It’s nothing to be concerned with.”
“… Are you sure?”
“Do you believe that I would be lying to you?” Yu Juan said, “I have no intention to cause you harm, I can assure you of that. To begin with, if we had any negative intentions, we wouldn’t need to wait for a week to do anything – you’re in our domain, and the weakest of us are in the third realm, which would allow us to do as we wish even without the protective array.”
“Still, this can’t be right! I’ve even started having lewd fantasies about other women! W-Wait, no, I mean…”
“There is no need to worry, Chen Yiren. There is nothing wrong with that.”
“Isn’t it… wrong? Every woman in Rong Village would marry and have children, and… well, if two women were together, that wouldn’t be possible, would it?”
“You might be surprised – but also, desire and companionship need not be done purely for practical reasons. If you have an interest in the same sex, then… there’s no harm in exploring it, certainly not here, in the safety of the Demoness Sect,” there seemed to be a subtle smile on the Dancer’s lips, though it was impossible to tell its meaning, especially with how flustered Chen Yiren felt.
The mere mention of the subject had caused her mind to dwell again, that tingling arousal growing more as she imagined herself with all the women of the Demoness Sect. Being gently touched by the Dancer, used by the blacksmith, commanded by the Sect Mistress… her inexperienced mind could only come up with so much detail, so most of it wasn’t imagery, but intent, emotion, the pleasure and feeling of affection.
Nevertheless, she found herself blushing, her cheeks turning a potent crimson as she felt her nether lips growing moist. It wasn’t a new sensation by any means, but it had never been from deliberate fantasy – the life of fishing and waiting for a husband had not inspired much sexual interest in her. Now, feeling this wetness combined with her lustful thoughts, she finally understood the truth of the sensation… and was filled with a longing for more.
“Um… I seem to recall that the Sect Mistress had a girlfriend.”
“You recall correctly. She treasures Song Ming dearly, and, since I imagine you were about to ask… yes, they have slept together, many times.”
“I- uh- um- I mean- hah…” Chen Yiren tried to speak, but only stuttering and meaningless noises escaped her lips.
She didn’t have a mirror to see herself in, but she had a feeling her face looked like hot metal, blazing crimson and steaming from her skin. It was slightly- no, extremely embarrassing to be discussing such a thing with a senior, an elder of the sect she had joined, and yet the Dancer’s patient, gentle expression helped her relax, slowly but surely.
As she had kept her attention on Yu Juan, her eyes eventually started to wander. The Dancer’s lips were plump, soft and alluring, glistening in the sunlight and drawing the eye. She couldn’t help but think about kissing them, having those lips wrapped around her nipples, or even down below, where she was growing wet and needy.
Without realising it, she had started rubbing her thighs together, trying to push away the desire welling up within her, yet this did little more than focus her mind even more on her need, her lustful desire.
The Dancer’s breasts drew her attention next, the cloth covering them doing nothing to conceal their impressive size and beautiful shape, making Chen Yiren wonder how it would feel to be smothered by them, to put her face in between them, to play with her nipples and suckle on them.
She longed to touch the Dancer’s flat belly, to feel her full ass, to taste her pussy…
“You’ve been staring for a while now, darling. Are you finding it hard to control your imagination?”
“Um, I- I wasn’t-”
Yu Juan pushed aside the cup of tea and shuffled over on the bench, closing the gap between them and putting herself so close that the warmth of her body made Chen Yiren shiver.
“Would you like to do more than just imagine?”
“Eeh?” her eyes opened wide, but any sensible words that she was sure would’ve come out of her mouth were stopped by Yu Juan placing her finger up against her lips.
This gentle touch felt more intense than anything she’d ever felt before, and she felt like she could just melt into the Dancer’s arms at her slightest whim. She couldn’t help but gaze towards her eyes, only to be stopped by the blindfold, glimpsing only a faint hint of light behind it.
“Don’t worry, the Demoness Sect is quite open about these things. Besides, as your senior, it’s only right for me to teach you… don’t you think?” she moved her finger aside, cupping Chen Yiren’s cheek while pressing a thumb against her lips.
Almost by instinct, she let them part to accept the digit into her mouth, gently sucking on it as she saw Yu Juan’s smile widen, feeling a warmth in her chest from pleasing her.
“I wish my eyes were free of this curse, so that I could gaze upon your face with them. I’m sure you look absolutely gorgeous, darling,” the Dancer leaned in closer, her warm breath hitting Chen Yiren’s ear, “Will you be a good girl for me?”
The words came naturally, more naturally than anything else in her life, the moment Yu Juan pulled out her thumb, “Yes, I will…”
“Then call me Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress…”
“Good girl. Don’t worry about anything and just say yes each time, okay?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
There was nothing sweeter than seeing the Dancer’s pleased expression, and all her worries melted away. She had no need of questioning everything when she had someone to lead her like this…
“Now, take your clothes off, darling. Show me your beautiful body,” Yu Juan slid her hand from her cheek down to her chin, gently sliding it away and backing off just enough to give her room, “Go on, have no fear. You’re safe with me.”
The haze of arousal and excitement kept her mind from wandering – she just obeyed, clumsily but diligently. She stripped off her dress and underwear, and soon she was resting her bare ass on the cold wood bench, feeling awfully exposed… and yet, with Yu Juan looking over her, she felt she was safe, to the point that she managed to stop herself from covering her nipples and her pussy – though leaving her legs open to show it off was a step too far, for now.
Having spent much of her youth assisting the men in fishing and other physical labour, her body was quite fit, a flat belly and hints of muscle in her arms and legs. Her skin, tanned from constant exposure to the sun, was lighter in areas covered by her underwear, a much lighter shade that was closer to her natural complexion.
Her chest was about average, yet her perky boobs and hard nipples – stiff in part from the cold breeze, but also from her building arousal – were perfectly suited for her lithe figure, and she had a large, soft rear as well, accentuated further by her wide hips. Between her legs, hints of her brown pubic hair were visible, something she’d felt self-conscious about since it started growing, yet something she had never tried to shave.
Still, even that didn’t seem to be a problem for the Dancer, whose expression only grew warmer and more enticing.
“You look amazing, pet… you wouldn’t mind being a good little pet for me, would you?”
“I…”
“You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Yu Juan suddenly straddled her, her face nearly touching Chen Yiren’s own, their lips so close that even her faintest breaths could be felt all too clearly.
In such a position, she couldn’t possibly say no, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Then…”
Chen Yiren felt the blush reach her ears as she did what she was told, “I… I’ll be your pet, Mistress…”
“Good girl. Now, lift your head just a little, and…” the Dancer tilted her chin up with a single finger, and when their faces were aligned, she closed the gap and kissed her on the lips.
This sensation was something else, overwhelming her mind. Any semblance of fear or worry, of anxiety or hesitation, were swept aside as she felt the warmth of Yu Juan’s lips, feeling drawn into them as she shut her eyes and embraced the experience, even as the Dancer’s lips slowly parted.
She responded in kind, letting herself be absorbed entirely by the kiss, and soon their tongues were out, the Dancer’s tongue dominating Chen Yiren’s, exploring her mouth and dominating her completely. All she could do was reciprocate, matching the Dancer’s motions as best she could, though no matter what, she was just being swept along at her pace.
They didn’t stop until her lungs felt empty, but even when their lips parted, and Chen Yiren opened her eyes again, she didn’t want to stop. Seeing the Dancer’s lips glistening, strands of saliva still joining them together, tempted her to just lean forward again and keep kissing until the end of the world…
“How did that feel, pet? Not wrong at all, right?”
Unwilling to look away, Chen Yiren shook her head ever so slightly, “No, it… it felt better than anything, Mistress.”
“I knew it would… and that means it’s time for me to show you even more. I’ll let you experience every way in which your body can feel pleasure, until you forget all about what is normal… okay, my pet?”
“Y-Yes, Mistress!”
She stuttered as Yu Juan didn’t even wait for her reply, putting both her hands on Chen Yiren’s boobs, the touch alone sending a shiver down her spine. The way her fingers grasped her tits, slowly teasing her flesh, playing with her nipples as they grew stiff, with even the slightest touch somehow feeling incredible.
In particular, when the Dancer focused on her nipples, gently tugging on them, she couldn’t help but moan, quietly and gently at first, but as Yu Juan explored her breasts and found the best ways to stimulate her, her gasps and cries became ever louder, and she felt her pussy grow wet, arousal dripping, practically flowing freely and soaking the bench she sat on.
In a state like this, she forgot all her struggles, and just let her true feelings flow forth, accepting the way her body reacted to each and every touch, moans spilling past her lips.
The Dancer’s hands soon began to move down, sliding down her flat belly, gently touching her legs and slowly sliding her fingers along, moving towards her inner thighs. When she got to her most sensitive spot… Chen Yiren had thought that she had gotten used to the pleasure, to the incredible sensations she had been feeling, and yet that touch sent lightning throughout her body, sparks of absolute delight causing her to howl in immense pleasure.
“Good pet, just let go… remember this feeling, the way I’m touching you…” as she slowly explored her virgin pussy, the Dancer whispered in her ear, “You’ll practise on yourself in the future, won’t you?”
“Y-yesh!” at this point, even speaking coherently was out of the question for her, but Yu Juan didn’t seem to mind.
“Good girl. Mistress wants you to touch yourself as often as you can, make yourself as horny as you can… but don’t cum without permission. If you’re feeling pent up, and need release… you come to me… or my Mistress. Understood?”
If she was still capable of complex thought, or had the time to process what she was being told, perhaps she would’ve objected, or questioned it to any extent. Instead, as she felt the surge of orgasm approaching, she could only scream in affirmation, her words lacking any semblance of legibility… and yet, when she saw Yu Juan’s wide, radiant smile, she felt no regrets at all.