New Purpose
“Ah, shit… Have you been sucking cocks in secret or something? You’re quite good at this, huh? Keep going…”
Currently, Zhenluo was mercilessly thrusting into her Alrin’s inexperienced throat, her heavy sack repeatedly slamming against Zhicheng’s chin as she strongly held onto his hair and head. The lesser scion could only emit muffled moans as his Alrinir kept his mouth stuffed, not letting him take a breath for even a second.
The ‘cleaning’ had long been done, but she kept going. Unfortunately for Zhicheng’s throat, Zhenluo had already climaxed just before, so the floodgates were not nearly as quick to reopen a second time.
Regardless, the rough Kindredomolie kept on going without showing signs of ceasing–Until the dominant let out a soft grunt, shoving her noble sceptre as deep as possible as she came for the second time without warning.
“Swallow it all, slut”
Zhicheng almost felt like he was drowning for a few moments. The amount of batter exceeded what he could take, and some of it ended up being expelled out of his nose before Zhenluo finally pulled out, still holding onto him as she pressed her warm member against his face.
“Would you look at that. It’s still not clean. Oh, well. You know Zhicheng… You turn me on even more than what I had been expecting. I’m still hard even after two pretty big climaxes. Aren’t you a lucky whore? Your initiation into your new life is going to be a big one, it seems”
“...New… New life…?”
“Yes. You’ll be a good little cumslut from now on, alright? You love me, don’t you? This is the only way we can be together, do you understand? You are a pathetic excuse of a man, but you are a great twink. You can have a great purpose as a toy rather than as a distinguished cultivator…”
Zhenluo’s chest heaved up and down as she looked at her Alrin, her club resting against his face.
“Do everyone a favour, and take a liking to your new purpose. Now, lick me clean. I’ll be using your twink-hole again”
The lesser scion stayed silent and still for a few seconds. His eyes focused on the Duookois meat pressed upon his visage. He wondered… Had he really been gobbling it down moments ago? Had he really had his insides ravaged by a big, girthy cock? If yes… Then why did he feel so much pleasure from it? Before today, the only things on his mind were to seduce Zhenluo, as well as the sparse thoughts of how it would feel to lose his purity to the Alrinir that he loved so much…
In a sense, the latter had come to fruition... Just not in the way he had expected.
‘As long as it’s her…’
As if on autopilot, he did not question the fact that he had clearly been Viotted by Zhenluo, and instead began licking her rod clean, using his tongue to scoop up the noble seed and swallow it like she wanted him to.
…He truly did love her–So it didn’t matter if this was how things had to be for love to bloom, right?
The twink repeated variations of this thought during the long hours that ensued.
The greater scion had never felt like this before. Her sceptre was simply not going down, no matter how much she came. The obedience of Zhicheng... Of her Alrin… This was what she had been missing out on. This was what her body had been craving for so long.
It was no wonder that she had felt like her absorption of the darkness she had ingested was slower than ever. She had unknowingly crafted a bottleneck of her own by pushing her depraved desires to the side and focusing solely on cultivation. A healthy cultivator needed a healthy mind... And her mind had been craving to turn her lesser, twinkish Alrin into an obedient toy.
She didn’t even want to actually own him or anything. She just wanted him to submit completely…
For the rest of the day, she did nothing but pound him and receive fellatio. His moans permeated her entire residence alongside the sound of his backside being struck by her hips.
By the end of things, Zhicheng was left an exhausted mess covered in white batter, his love pit gaping and flooded as he lay upon his stomach on the bed... All the while, Zhenluo sat on the edge of the mattress, breathing heavily with her pole finally limp–Thoroughly tired out.
A long, heavy sigh escaped Zhenluo’s lungs. Somehow, this depravity had been the key to getting rid of a roadblock in her cultivation that she hadn’t even realised had been in the way. The absorption rate of the darkness within her had suddenly gone up by a very noticeable amount–Despite her not practising any dual cultivation techniques... This had purely been about a mental block caused by her bedly frustrations and desires.
“I’ll have to thank Zixu for this”
He was the one who had approached her with the idea to do all of this, after all.
She glanced back at the twink. He had fallen asleep.
“As for you… I already have ideas as to what I’ll be doing with you from now on. First, we’ll set something up. You, me, and a special guest…”
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Whilst some were thinking about further debaucheries, Edrick was instead headed toward Patriarch Guild. The proper preparations had been made, and he was thus going to meet with the current leader of the sect to discuss future collaborations and possible arrangements.
The trip to Patriarch Guild was a fairly lengthy one, so he made a stop at a town near the sect grounds. His bestial companions needed to stretch their legs a bit... Well, except Oswulf. She had been running alongside the carriage, so she instead needed to rest a little bit.
The proximity of this place to the sect was immediately visible. There were far more shops aimed toward cultivators than any normal town needed. More importantly, most of the products being sold were advertised to appeal to disciples of Patriarch Guild. They claimed to be able to boost virility, improve libido, strengthen the fifth limb, and increase physical might in a manner that could be visually seen… In short, this whole town’s business was directly dependent on the sect.
This was why there were quite a few girls walking around in revealing clothing as well. They were trying to catch the attention of disciples, or perhaps even elders of Patriarch Guild. From what Anoteros had heard, there was actually a fairly alluring salary for girls who agreed to ‘work’ at the sect in the service of the men there.
Some of these girls came up to him, believing him to be part of the sect due to his stature.
He didn’t confirm or deny their beliefs. He just invited them into his carriage to play…