I Was Called A Demon

“Hah… this feels great. Can’t believe those cunts took so long to set up a proper place to bathe…” Han Rushu exhaled, resting her head on the stone bordering the pool of the hot springs.

After the arrival of the new disciples, the so-called elders of the Demoness Sect had realised that with regular humans and those in just the second realm, who hadn’t learned any ways to keep themselves clean, it would be ideal to have something to alleviate that. The revelation that there were springs of hot water flowing underneath the earth, combined with Huang Su’s expertise in Fire-type skills, meant that creating a proper area for them to bathe was far easier than expected.

Combined with some more efforts on behalf of the others, it allowed everyone at the sect to be able to take a bath… something that took an oddly long amount of time to get around to, all things considered.

Now that it was present, the blacksmith was not about to miss the opportunity to do nothing for an hour and just relax.

‘If only I could also have some slut gagging on my cock, that would be perfect, but… I guess I should appreciate what I can get…’ Han Rushu sighed, glancing down at her groin.

The mere thought of it made her grow stiff, causing her thick cock to slowly rise and reach out of the water, the tip poking out as the foreskin was pulled back, revealing part of the rock-hard head. Her cock and balls had been in the water for a while now, and she had put in some effort into washing them properly, and yet she could still smell her musk, diminished yet undeniably potent.

Somehow, it felt as though her scent had only been growing more potent since she’d started being used by Bianca, as though… as though her body was adapting to what their Sect Mistress wanted.

Naturally, that was a silly thought – there was no chance that such a thing would happen without some kind of advanced dual cultivation technique, which their leader… did technically have.

‘Huh. Ah, well, whatever, outside of the way that it’s been getting harder to get hard without touching my ass, having bigger loads and a stronger scent isn’t that bad,’ she shrugged and shut her eyes, trying to distract herself from the arousal that had started to well up within her, ‘Now, we just need enough disciples that I can get away with fucking a few without Bianca getting pissed off… or ruining them with that stupid, pointlessly big dick.’

She still remembered how it had felt inside her when the Demon Queen broke out, and back then it was significantly smaller than now. If her estimates were right, Bianca’s dick had grown by about a third since then, and it was… a decent bit larger than her own, and seemed like it would just keep growing with each breakthrough.

‘Tch, that bitch gets all the luck. A girlfriend that’s happy to be pissed on, a bunch of women that are more than happy to enable her, and… wait, I’m one of them, aren’t I? Shit. What the fuck is wrong with me…’

Being so absorbed in her thoughts, she only noticed the approach of a disciple when she nearly tripped and fell beside the pool, causing her eyes to snap open right away. To her right, covered in only a towel – sourced from one of the surviving warehouses, from within a low-grade artefact meant to help keep fabric in good condition – was Su Gong. Her eyes were wide, body frozen, and her gaze… locked on the water, or rather, at the thing poking out from it.

“U-Uhm, I…”

“Oh, right, I forgot you lot are prudes. Let me guess, I should cover up?” Han Rushu rolled her eyes, making no effort at all to obscure her shaft, “Well?”

“I… this is inappropriate…”

“I’m bathing, what the fuck am I supposed to do, cover up?”

“… Right. Then… can you promise not to look?” Su Gong grasped the towel, pulling it tighter around herself.

“Yeah, whatever,” Han Rushu waved her off, not intending to keep her word at all, “Weird seeing you so bashful. When I had suggested training you, you were all stern and bratty.”

“I was not! I… look, you can’t expect me to trust some strange people out of nowhere, especially when… ugh…” she finally moved, quickly walking around to the other end of the hot spring, “Just look at yourself!”

“… Yeah, fair enough, I could pass for a thug.”

“Not what I meant… you promise not to look, right?”

“Again, yeah, why not. Look, eyes closed,” the blacksmith said while stretching out her spiritual perception, her fourth realm cultivation giving her enough reach to see every little detail, “So, what did you mean?”

“You… Just look at yourself, you’ve got that massive thing between your legs!”

“I was born with it, so what? Getting hard is also perfectly natural – for people with draconic blood and men alike.”

“T-That’s… I know.”

“Hm?”

“I… had been married.”

“Oh, what ha- right, massacre in the village…” the blacksmith tried to seem apologetic, pausing for a little bit, though in truth she was just admiring the view her spiritual perception granted her.

Seeing Su Gong remove the towel, revealing her perky tits, a little above average in terms of size. Combined with her fit body and her balanced ass, her figure made for a beautiful sight that led Han Rushu’s cock to stiffen again, returning to full mast after starting to soften during their chat. Luckily for her, the young woman seemed far too embarrassed to bring up such a thing directly, though judging by the way she kept stealing glances at it, she had to have noticed.

If anything, that only made her harder, her dick throbbing at the thoughts of what she could do to this sexy disciple…

“Hey, what technique do you cultivate? I don’t recognise the energy.”

“Oh, it’s… I believe it’s called Worship of the Moon.”

The question had been intended as a distraction, and it worked excellently, her mind managing to move on from the thought of ravaging Su Gong’s tight pussy for a moment, “The fuck? Moon… Moon archetype… I’ve heard about it, I think, but that’s a weird name for a technique. Where’d you even get it from?”

“It was just in the village, a dusty manual on one of the shelves in our library,” the subject seemed to help the young disciple relax as well, as she managed to reply without stuttering even while glancing over towards the blacksmith.

“Well… random places like that will either give you random trash, or a secret technique of some legend from before the Western Continent’s Yi City, so maybe you’ve lucked out… still, I was going to offer to teach you something, but I’m not sure if it’s elementally aligned for blacksmithing.”

“W-Wait, you would? I… if I learn from you, would I be able to forge weapons with which to kill those bastards in the Exarch’s army?”

“Yeah, shouldn’t be too hard, but-”

“Then I’ll do it!”

“You… ugh, fine, whatever… there’s a range of methods for crafting weapons and armour, perhaps one of them will suit your particular technique,” Han Rushu rolled her eyes – while keeping them shut, of course, she wouldn’t want to break a promise – but then had a better idea, a smirk appearing on her face despite her best efforts to subdue it, “Then, you shouldn’t be so wary of me. I can’t exactly teach you if I have to remain on the other side of the smithy whenever I’m teaching you.”

“Sorry, I’m just-”

“As I said already, it’s fine, but it is something you’ll need to get over, so why not start now?”

“Eh?”

The blacksmith gestured her over, pointing to the space beside her, “You can try sitting close me to, for one.”

“B-but your-”

“You think it’ll just go away when I put on clothes? It’ll always be there, so you better get used to that,” Han Rushu said quickly, not letting her elaborate, ‘She won’t be able to argue with this, so she’ll have no choice but to sit closer if she wants to learn from me… heh, one step closer to eventually filling up her wet cunt while she screams my name, filling her up, hitting her womb, and filling her with my seed… tch, can’t get too excited, or else I might scare her off. Cool down…’

She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling of her cock throbbing, pulsating with arousal, some precum beading at her tip and leaking down her shaft, soon mixing into the water.

Luckily for her, as Su Gong hesitantly approached, she didn’t seem to pay it much mind, keeping her eyes down before settling down a couple of metres away.

“Oh, come on, you can get closer than that.”

“How do you even know where I am?”

“… I may have shut my eyes, but I’m not deaf,” the blacksmith felt a bit of nervous sweat run down from her brow, ‘Should be careful with what I say, she may not be able to sense my spiritual perception, but if I’m obviously aroused, I think she’ll figure it out – especially if her husband wasn’t a eunuch.’

“Okay, fine… but no peeking! At all! Not even with spiritual perception!”

‘Oh, now you remember… good luck enforcing that, slut,’ Han Rushu gave her a thumbs up, “Sure thing. Now, sit down beside me.”

She didn’t withdraw her spiritual perception at all – if anything, she just focused it around her even more intensely – and watched as the woman slowly inched over, getting closer and closer until she was almost close enough for their legs to touch. The blacksmith felt the temptation to spread her legs a little more, just so that they would, but decided not to push her luck.

Provided they didn’t get raided by a force beyond the sixth realm in power, she would have all the time in the world to slowly train Su Gong to be more than comfortable in her presence… provided Bianca did nothing to stop her, anyway.

‘I know that she’s secretly worse than me, so I just need to figure out what to say to get her onboard…’ Han Rushu let the young woman have a bit of silence to get used to their position, even as her own cock still stood tall and proud, occasionally leaking beads of precum that glistened in the evening sun.

“Um… I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Being so hostile. It’s… I know it’s just making me seem abrasive, but… after what I’d seen, trusting strangers is the last thing I want to do.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised. I’d heard the Exarch maintained a semblance of discipline among its forces.”

“Perhaps, but out there… they were worse than animals. Sadistic, monstrous scumbags that… that… I’m sorry, I-I can’t…” her eyes grew moist as she looked away, burying her face in her hands, “Those monsters… I’m so sorry, my love…”

‘… Shit, I almost feel bad for her. Must’ve been something really unpleasant if this is how she’s reacting…’ the faint spark of a conscience almost ignited within her heart, only to be snuffed out in an instant by the steaming, throbbing mass of sexual desire that occupied her every waking moment, ‘Hm, I could just help her recover in my own way, and then she won’t need to worry about the past at all… she’ll just have me. Heh, yes, that’s a good idea…’

She reached out and, gently, put her arm around Su Gong, pulling her into an embrace.

“There, there… don’t worry about it, you’re safe here. Don’t worry and just relax, I’ve got you.”

“I… t-thank you… y-you smell quite… no, don’t worry about it…”

Han Rushu couldn’t help raise an eyebrow at this, but seeing how she finally calmed down and started to practically nuzzle up to her, inhaling deeply through her nose, she couldn’t risk breaking her out of the moment. As long as Su Gong associated her with safety and comfort, the time when she allowed her to get even closer was almost inevitable… and for the sake of finally having a willing set of holes to spread out and gape with her cock, waiting a little longer was something she was willing to do.

‘… and she seems to be like Yu Juan and Bianca, a pervert that likes my scent, even before the Beastly Musk skill gets to her… good, I can work with that,’ she reached over with her other hand and ruffled Su Gong’s hair, “There, there, babe… or, should I say, disciple. I’ll have to search around for methods that suit you, but, one day, we’ll make a proper blacksmith out of you. I promise.”

“Okay… but, please, wear something next time.”

“When was the last time you saw me naked outside of the hot springs? Obviously I’ll be clothed, I’m not an exhibitionist.”

“A… what?”

“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, don’t let me distract you, just have your bath while I have mine.’

“Will you be training me after?”

‘Training… no, don’t make it obvious, if she sees my cock twitching it will give it away… hah, fuck, why did Bianca get such a willing girlfriend while I have to slowly work my way up to fucking this girl?’ the blacksmith let out a steamy breath, just barely managing to keep her cock still, “As I said, I need some time to find suitable methods for you to cultivate – unless you’re willing to switch techniques, then anything cultivated using the Metal element should be way easier.”

“I… I will attempt to stick to my current technique, if that’s okay. It… it is one of the last few pieces of Rong Village that remain with me.”

Su Gong finally looked at her normally, looking straight into her eyes with a firm expression, so much so that Han Rushu could hardly keep them shut. Luckily, she didn’t seem to mind, even when the blacksmith’s gaze briefly dropped down to her bare chest, her nipples stiff from the breeze.

“Alright, but then I definitely need a little while to find suitable things to teach you. Come by… tomorrow? Yeah, I should be able to figure out something by then.”

“Okay… Master.”

The strength of will required to keep her face straight was absolutely immeasurable, and it certainly did not extend to her cock. Such an earnest face and an innocent label was the hottest thing she’d seen all day, and so her cock reacted. It twitched, a small rope of precum spurting from her tip, splashing into the water rather loudly when compared to the relative quiet of the area.

By some miracle, instead of freaking out, or calling her out for being a pervert, Su Gong just glanced at her tip, her cheeks turning red before she looked away again.

“Is it… always like that?”

“Can be, sometimes.”

“… Sorry for barging in without checking, I hadn’t thought… well, I hadn’t thought about it at all. I’m… I’m just dumb.”

“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t paying attention either. You’re good.”

“Mhm… I’ll… I’ll wash up and leave, so that you can, uh, take care of it… uhm, tomorrow morning, at your smithy?”

“Yes, I’ll probably be there all day, so don’t worry about running late,” Han Rushu let her go, patting her on the shoulder, “I look forward to teaching you, disciple.”

“And I look forward to learning all I can, Master!”

The next few minutes were agonizing, as she had to be nonchalant and casual even as every one of Su Gong’s motions showcased her tits and ass, often presenting her well-proportioned butt as the tight hole between her cheeks, and the defined, puffy lips of her pussy.

Her dick begged to be touched all the while, engorged and pulsating, steam practically wafting off and overpowering the heat of the hot springs. The water around her was polluted by precum, which kept beading at the tip, and it felt as though all the blood had drained to her cock, leaving her head feeling light and faint.

Still, the moment Su Gong finally departed… she rose up and found a towel to dry herself up. Even as her dick throbbed, urging her to touch it, to stroke and cum and let out the load swelling up her balls… but for the sake of tomorrow, she held back.

‘Fuck, that comment about my scent better have meant something, or else I will be mad.’