I Was Called A Demon

Su Gong and Yang Moshi had just completed their cultivation of the technique that they didn’t even have the chance to realise the result before Shouge Zhe and Bianca entered.

“”Sect Mistress?!””

“Disciples… What were you two doing?”

“W-We-” Su Gong was the first to speak, and the first to realise that something was amiss, “Wait, why does…”

“Is something wrong?”

“N-No, it’s…” Su Gong’s cheeks grew crimson, as a hand drifted down to cover her groin by instinct.

“Sect Mistress, we were just cultivating a technique. Physique Awakening, though… I don’t feel like it’s done much.”

“Wait, did that only happen to-” Su Gong instantly turned to stare at Yang Moshi’s groin, only to spot the sight of a bulge there too, “ah. What the fuck…”

“What is it?” Moshi tilted her head, looking confused.

“D-Down… there.”

She seemed confused, but under Su Gong’s insistence, Yang Moshi ended up looking down, and gasping the instant she realised what had happened. Despite that, she couldn’t conceal the excitement the sight filled her with, nor the various desires that seemed to be visible within her eyes, practically shining due to their intense potency.

It was beyond obvious that she didn’t mind this outcome, even to the astounded Su Gong.

“How did we… w-why are you so happy about this?”

“Isn’t it exciting? Haven’t you ever wondered what having a… thing, like this, feels like?”

Su Gong had a husband, back in their village, so she had most certainly gotten to see a cock up close…there was no chance that she wouldn’t have felt the slightest bit of curiosity.

Still, the two of them then glanced to Bianca, one clearly wanting to share, the other wanting to run away before the Sect Mistress could spot that new thing in her pants. It was quite the view for Bianca, who knew exactly what had happened and that it was completely intended… though it also proved that whether one was an expert or a novice, it was practically impossible to figure out how that technique led to the result.

It had to be said, Xue Yaling really was a genius. Giving her any compliments was dangerous, but it was impossible to deny that she was incredibly capable as far as cultivation and techniques went.

Nonetheless, right now, Bianca had to pretend like she had no idea what was happening. It was one thing if a pervert like Yang Moshi got excited by growing a cock, but if she showed the same level of interest, it’d be obvious that something was amiss.

Besides, neither of them were as large as Bianca herself, so their bulges weren’t as apparent. For someone that wasn’t looking for them, it’d be easy to miss.

“What are you two talking about?”

“N-Nothing!” Su Gong seemed to accept Bianca’s acting, and promptly stood up, grabbing Moshi’s arm, “Come on, let’s go!”

“But-”

“No! We’re going!”

Moshi looked to Bianca, who couldn’t help but smirk as she nodded to her. That little gesture proved to her that Bianca knew exactly what was going on, and that she was fully supportive of it… which made her light up with a proud grin.

“Okay, we’ll go! Sorry, Sect Mistress!” Yang Moshi said, letting herself get dragged away by Su Gong whilst looking down at Bianca’s groin…

She wasn’t being subtle at all, and Bianca could tell that this girl was ready to be fucked properly soon enough. It became significantly more difficult to avoid getting erect, but she only had to hold back until those two were out of the picture. The instant they left, Su Gong dragging Yang Moshi to some unknown destination, Bianca relaxed and took up one of their seats, spreading her legs as her cock tented her outfit…

She couldn’t even recall when she had manifested her dick, but just letting it rise and stiffen felt fucking amazing.

“Sect Mistress?” Shouge Zhe spotted it, a slight flush gracing her cheeks, but otherwise she seemed more confused than turned on, “What is it?”

“Oh, I’m just… thinking about something fun. I have high hopes about where things will go from now on… you don’t mind, right?”

“I suppose not, Sect Mistress… So, do you have the manuals with you?”

“Yes, allow me to just…” Bianca reached out, looking into the spatial storage of her earrings, “Right, any specific stuff you’d like to start with? My, uh, source for these mentioned a bunch of categories, but to be frank, I just forgot everything.”

“Sect Mistress… Just allow me to handle the sorting of the manuals, please provide all of them at the centre of the room.”

“Sure thing!”

Yang Moshi found it very difficult to hold back a grin as she was pulled into an abandoned building, though the part that was much harder to hold back was her new cock. Just imagining what Bianca might do to her turned her on so much, tenting her outfit, a fact that Su Gong noticed the moment she turned around.

“Really?”

“What? I love the idea of having a dick!”

“B-But… w-we should be rushing to Han Rushu! We should be demanding answers!”

“Why would I do that? I don’t know how this had happened, but also… isn’t it exciting?”

“E-Exciting?”

Moshi closed the gap and put her hand on Su Gong’s groin, feeling that heat from her half-hard length, making the other woman freeze up, her eyes widening, a gasp escaping her lips.

It felt… oddly powerful to control her just like this, with a simple touch, and so she got even closer, putting her lips close to Su Gong’s ear, while her hand remained down below, rubbing the length up and down, through her clothes. She could feel it harden, slowly but surely, as she did so.

“Just imagine the kinds of things you could do with something like this… whether you’re giving or receiving, this thing could add so much… don’t you think?”

“W-Why are you acting like this? I-Is it some effect of the technique?”

“I wonder… maybe I just like it. Maybe I just want to do… this,” Moshi suddenly bit Su Gong’s ear while her hand snaked down into her pants, grabbing directly onto that stiff cock.

“D-Don’t-” her protests were cut short as Yang Moshi pulled her length out from her pants and began to stroke, up and down, up and down… even with minimal experience, her gentle hands made the blacksmith’s apprentice shudder and gasp, her cock jumping any time her fingers brushed against that spot at the underside of her dick.

Still, as far as she knew, this may well end up being her only chance to practise before she was finally able to be fucked by Bianca, so she wasn’t about to accept ‘good enough’. No, Moshi was going to be a handjob expert before they finished, and so she soon began to attempt different things.

Longer, slower strokes, then faster ones, focusing sometimes on the base, then on the head. With every moment, she paid close to Su Gong’s reactions, and so she was able to see exactly when the woman started to adapt to her touches, if only a little. Naturally, she took it as a challenge, and started to vary it up a little more, and especially focusing on the underside, on that spot where the foreskin joined with the head.

Just with a few minor adjustments, Su Gong looked as though she’d melt in her arms, filling Moshi with pride, though even then, she wasn’t ready to stop her efforts.

No, she could feel Su Gong getting close already, her newly grown shaft doubtlessly feeling so much more sensitive than the rest of her. As she drew nearer, the blacksmith’s apprentice began to put up some resistance, trying to get out of Yang Moshi’s grasp, but all those moans spilling past her lips, and the minimal strength she invested into her efforts, confirmed the truth.

She wanted it. She may not have wanted to admit it, but in this moment, she wanted to cum, to cum with her cock, and she wanted it so badly that all her training under Han Rushu turned to naught with just one hand wrapped around her shaft.

“P-Please, Moshi, d-don’t… d-don’t…” Su Gong tried to speak, but she couldn’t even make up her mind, and so her protests rang hollow.

And then, even her words were replaced with a deafening cry of pure pleasure, as her balls tensed up and her dick jumped, the underside bulging as seed surged down the length. It shot out from the tip, a thick, pearly white rope that splattered onto the ground, then another and another, plenty getting onto Yang Moshi’s hand before she was done.

Once her climax came to an end, Su Gong’s legs went limp, falling into Moshi’s embrace, breathing heavily.

“There, didn’t you enjoy that?”

Su Gong looked at her weakly, “T-That… I-I can barely feel my own legs…”

“That means it felt good, doesn’t it?” Yang Moshi whispered into her ear, “Don’t you want to use it more? Maybe… to feel my lips, wrapped around it, the warmth of my mouth, my slick tongue swirling around the tip…”

Even as she kept her hand still, Su Gong’s cock grew harder again, soon rising to full mast once more.

“I-I… p-please, Moshi, I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Come on, just lie down for me, and I’ll… make things even more fun for you,” Yang Moshi gave Su Gong’s ear one last parting lick before she let her go, “You’ve enjoyed it already, so just imagine how could it could be if…”

She did a blowjob gesture, sticking her tongue out while stroking an unseen length, and though the blacksmith’s apprentice quickly turned away, her cheeks still reddened, and her dick leaked precum like a faucet.

No level of resistance or hesitation was able to stop the prospect being so enticing, and so she reluctantly got down to the floor, “Fine, I’ll- w-wait, why are you taking your clothes off?”

“I was thinking we could do one another a favour,” Moshi threw off the last of her clothes, revealing her own stiff length ‒ which, Su Gong couldn’t help but notice, was slightly larger than her own, “While I suck your dick, you can have a taste of mine. You wouldn’t say no, right?”

She had wanted to refuse, but looking at her pleading expression, those desperate eyes… how could she ever refuse. Besides… compared to having her own dick stroked, sucking someone else’s cock was at least more… normal.

Even if it was Yang Moshi’s, rather than her husband’s.

As she lay down on the floor, Moshi got on top of her, 7 inches of her shaft ending up right over Su Gong’s face, aimed directly at her lips. It had a rather… strong scent, so musky and primal, and as beads of precum formed at the tip, that musk intensified. Something about it felt so… addictive, so enamouring, that she was happy to inhale breath after breath of it.

“Do you like it? Then suck on it for me!” Moshi lowered her hips, pressing her cock up against Su Gong’s lips.

At the same time, since she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist moaning, Yang Moshi put her hand around the base of Su Gong’s dick and promptly put her lips around the head, not skipping a beat in sucking on it.

Indeed, the second that her lips touched the apprentice’s cock, Su Gong let out a gasp, her mouth opening, and Moshi’s cock slipping in before she could catch herself.

Even with just the tip, it felt so big in her mouth, the sweaty, salty flavour coating her tongue as she reluctantly licked at it, feeling the precum beading at the tip, the slightly, pearly fluid. Even then, it tasted so rich, so virile, that… it almost tasted more potent than her own husband’s seed.

She didn’t taste it too often, of course, but… it had left quite the impression. It tasted rather bad, and she had certainly not wished to sample it again, and yet when it came to Moshi’s cum, she could scarcely wait to lick again, to swallow more of her pre. It had an even better flavour than Han Rushu’s seed… though now that she thought about it, she was rather tempted to go back to the blacksmith already, to get down on her knees…

“You’re doing really well, just… mm, keep going, and I’ll make you feel good too,” Yang Moshi briefly stopped sucking on her cock to encourage her, while putting a hand on Su Gong’s balls, fondling them as she returned to blowing her.

If Su Gong hadn’t cum earlier, she felt like she couldn’t have possibly lasted long under current circumstances. Already, she felt her own cock throbbing and begging for release, her balls already feeling so full… and as Moshi rammed more of her dick into her mouth, she could feel that her friend also wanted to cum so badly, her cock feeling so big as it hit the back of her throat, filling her mouth to the brim.

Yang Moshi’s balls ended up slapping down onto her face each time she thrust in, feeling so full and heavy, not to mention musky. They were closest to Su Gong’s nose, and completely covered it whenever Moshi brought her hips down, forcing her to smell their intense scent, to breathe nothing but cock and ball-sweat.

It left her in a lustful daze, giving in to her instincts and just sucking on the shaft, like nothing else in the world mattered. It felt so relaxing that she wished she could keep doing this forever…

Of course, neither of them could last that long. Though Su Gong completely lost track of time, she felt herself wake up just as both of them approached climax, their cocks throbbing and their balls tensing up.

They came at the same time, Moshi burying her shaft to the hilt in Su Gong’s mouth, whilst she also took Su Gong’s shaft balls deep of her own accord, sucking so hard that it felt like she might be able to suck out every last drop of cum if she kept at it. As such, they erupted in one another’s mouths, cum flooding down their throats.

Su Gong could only gulp it down to not choke on it all, and could only be grateful that Yang Moshi’s load wasn’t anywhere near as overwhelming as Han Rushu’s. The blacksmith could fill buckets with her seed, but the two of them were notably less virile… not that it stopped the sheer amount of cum from far exceeding anything she’d seen prior to entering the Demoness Sect.

Compared to a single load from the two of them, her husband would’ve had to cum a hundred times to even come close.

‘I… why do I keep insulting him like this… i-it must be the influence of this cock. I knew this thing would never lead to anything good…’ Su Gong thought as Moshi pulled out of her mouth, leaving her mouth full of seed and white staining her lips, not to mention all of the sweat and musk clinging to her face.

“Hah… didn’t that feel great, Ah Gong? Don’t you see the value of having a cock now?”

“It… it’s so wrong.”

“Is it? Can it be wrong when it feels so good?”

“… I’ll try to figure out how to get rid of it. Once I figure it out… I’ll tell you.”

“Aw, really? Fine, best of luck with that…”