Free Web NovelChapter 40: 40. Squirter(18+)
Slurp... Sluuurp... Squelch.
The heavy, rhythmic sounds of absolute sensory indulgence reverberated off the obsidian-reinforced walls of the ancient archive.
As the time-dilated matrix kept the rest of the world completely frozen outside, my world had narrowed down to the distinct, exquisite flavors of the twin sisters beneath my absolute command.
Up above my face, Ning Xuan’s hips shivered erratically. Her neat ponytail whipped back and forth across her bare shoulders, its rhythmic swaying perfectly mirroring the wild, frantic pounding of her heart.
Every time my tongue flicked across her highly sensitive, reddish-pink birthmark, her entire lower body would seize up, her inner cave contracting violently to push out yet another scalding wave of raw, unrefined maiden dew.
"Ah... Mnnn... Master...!"
Ning Xuan choked out a ragged, trembling cry, her fingers digging so deeply into my dark hair that her knuckles turned stark white.
She was completely trapped in an inescapable loop of submissive pleasure. The sheer weight of my Spirit Severing intent pinned her down, forcing her to bear the relentless, probing invasion of my tongue while her pristine, untouched foundation was thoroughly evaluated.
Down below, the atmosphere was just as depraved. Ning Xi’s cascading black hair completely draped over my thighs like a dark silken shroud, her face buried deeply into my lap.
She was working with a manic, obsessive speed, her wet mouth sliding up and down the vascular, eleven-inch monument of my authority.
Every time her lips sealed tightly around the bulging, pearlescent crown, a muffled, desperate whimper escaped her throat.
She was drinking in the stray drops of my essence mixed with her own residual nectar, completely drunk on the absolute power radiating from my flesh.
Squish... Squirk... Splash.
The dual sensory feedback loop was reaching an unbearable zenith for Mushuang’s closest confidantes.
The air in the immediate vicinity of the cultivation bed had grown so thick with the intoxicating scent of raw Yang energy and maiden nectar that it practically formed a physical mist.
I ruthlessly accelerated the pace. My tongue targeted the deepest depths of Ning Xuan’s untouched slit, parting her trembling, pinkish-brown folds and drinking directly from the very source of her hidden Yin meridian.
Squelch... Slurp... Swirl.
I ruthlessly buried my face deeper into her, my tongue probing the absolute depths of her untouched, reddish-pink cave.
Every aggressive flick against her swollen flesh and that delicate birthmark sent violent, electrical tremors through her slender frame.
The sheer weight of my Spirit Severing intent pinned her down, drawing out the absolute purest essence her foundation had to offer.
Tremble... Shudder...
Ning Xuan’s hips began to shake erratically, her neat ponytail whipping wildly across her bare shoulders. Her fingers dug so deeply into my dark hair that her knuckles turned stark white.
"Ah! Wait... I, I’m about to cum, Master...!" Ning Xuan suddenly cried out, her voice breaking into a frantic, breathless squeal.
Her thighs locked around my neck with terrifying strength, her entire body seizing up in an uncontrollable, rigid spasm.
SPURT... SPLASH... SSSSHHH!
Barely a second after her desperate warning, the dam completely broke.
A scalding, pressurized fountain of highly concentrated maiden dew erupted directly from her quivering depths.
The torrential stream blasted against my face like a geyser, soaking my nose, cheeks, and lips in a blindingly hot, sweet deluge that sprayed wildly into the air.
’Hmm, both sisters are squirters, it seems’, I thought with a dark, satisfied smirk, feeling the sheer, astonishing volume of her eruption pooling over my face and running down my neck.
The realization that my daughter’s pure, untouchable elite shadows shared this degenerate physical trait only fueled my dominating hunger.
Not willing to waste a single drop of this sovereign-grade offering, I opened my jaws wider and aggressively pressed my mouth against her gushing, reddish-pink folds.
Gulp... Chug... Slurp... Sluuurnp!
I greedily drank down the heavy, flowing juices, catching the fountain directly on my tongue.
The sweet, floral nectar flooded my palate, a continuous, rushing stream that I swallowed in deep, rhythmic gulps.
Her hips twitched helplessly against my face, entirely drained and subjugated, as her pure, uncorrupted Yin essence melted directly into my meridians to solidify my newly acquired breakthrough.
Haaah... Haaah...
Ning Xuan collapsed forward onto my chest, her chest heaving violently as her sweat-glistened forehead rested against my shoulder.
Her ponytail was completely unraveled now, her dark hair mingling with my own as she lay there utterly spent, her lower body still twitching helplessly against my face.
While Ning Xuan lay trembling against my chest, her sister showed no intention of breaking her fanatical focus.
Down at the base of the towering, ninety-degree monument, Ning Xi shifted her position.
She sank back into a kneeling stride upon the dark silk cushions, her knees spread wide and her posture arched forward in a display of absolute, unreserved submission.
Her loose black hair draped over her flushed shoulders like silk ribbons, framing the intense, glaze-eyed stare she fixed upon my pulsing length.
This was the very first time the proud elite disciple had ever attempted something so deliberately slow and intimate.
Her previous actions had been driven by a desperate, frantic hunger to consume my essence. Now, explicitly ordered to cleanse the weapon for her sister, a profound shift occurred within her mind.
Leaning in with agonizing slowness, the bold twin parted her swollen lips and pressed her wet, flat tongue firmly against the very root of my shaft.
Mmmph... Liiiiick.
So incredibly hot, Ning Xi thought, her eyes fluttering shut as the searing, furnace-like heat of my skin burned against her delicate palate. It feels like pressing my tongue against a core of pure, condensed sunlight.
She began her deliberate ascent. Moving in near-motionless intervals, her soft tongue trailed upward over the thick, prominent veins that rippled under the scorching skin.
She felt every violent throb of my newly ascended Spirit Severing power vibrating directly through those vascular ridges, sending tiny shocks of spiritual electricity straight into her jaw.
Ning Xi deliberately slowed her pace to a crawl, mapping the terrifying topography of the eleven-inch weapon with unparalleled devotion.
The taste was an absolute revelation. The deep, heavy musk of my raw Yang energy perfectly intertwined with the sweet, floral nectar of her own earlier ruin.
My own harvested essence mixed with Master’s supreme power, she realized, her mind spinning in a euphoric daze as she savored the intensely potent concoction. It tastes like absolute authority. It tastes like my only true purpose.
The sheer, addictive concentration of the mixture completely bypassed her established mental defenses, sending a direct jolt of pure, intoxicating heat straight to her core.
Slurrrp... Slick.
With every millimeter her wet tongue traveled toward the wide, pearl-like crown, her thoughts became increasingly fragmented and blurred.
’I was an elite of the Myriad Sovereign Sect, a fleeting, broken thought echoed in her fading consciousness. Master brought us in as orphans, raised us to stand proudly beside Mushuang. We were her shadows, untouchable and pure.
Yet now, my greatest achievement is dragging my tongue up his divine pillar. And I love it. I want to memorize every single pulse. I want to serve it forever.’
The proud, strategic mind of the elite cultivator was entirely incinerated, replaced by a dense, suffocating fog of primal devotion.
She could no longer remember the Grand Assembly Hall, her duties to my daughter, or the world outside the sealing matrix.
Her entire reality had shrunk down to the terrifying texture on her tongue and the unyielding heat radiating against her flushed face.
As her tongue finally reached the very tip, swirling lazily around the glistening, hyper-sensitive ridge of the crown, a soft, broken groan escaped her throat.
The smooth, weeping slit at the peak tasted like condensed lightning, sending a shivering wave of pure euphoria down her spine.
Her hands rested weakly against my thighs for balance, her fingers twitching involuntarily as she succumbed to the absolute mental oblivion of her subjugation.
Gulp... Slurp... Chup.
Guided entirely by a desperate, submissive need to please her master, the bold twin refused to stop at just tasting the tip.
She sank back over my lap, anchoring her knees firmly to the dark silk cushions. She opened her jaws wide, her lips stretching to their absolute limit as she plunged her head forward, engulfing the glistening, eleven-inch monument once more.
Mmmph... Sluuuurp!
The sheer, thick vascularity of the shaft stretched her mouth completely taut, forcing her cheeks to hollow out as she sank down.
She pushed through the initial resistance, letting out a muffled, trembling whine as the massive, pulsing crown pressed deep against the back of her throat.
Her eyes rolled upward, completely glazed over with tearful, unhinged ecstasy, her long black hair spilling wildly over my lower abdomen and thighs.
Chup... Slick... Squelch.
With her hands firmly grasping the base of my thighs for leverage, Ning Xi began a frantic, rhythmic bobbing motion.
She used her saliva-slicked tongue to aggressively caress the underside of the shaft with every upward stroke, coating the pulsing veins in a warm, lubricating layer that glistened under the violet matrix light.
Slurp... Gulp... Slurp... Gulp.
The thick, concentrated heat radiating from my flesh burned straight into her palate, making her mind spin even deeper into the fog.
Every time her face crashed down against my groin, the heavy, pearl-like tip hit the absolute depths of her throat, forcing a heavy, involuntary gulp.
She was ravenously drinking in the stray, overflowing drops of my potent Yang energy, using her entire mouth to tightly squeeze and suction the towering pillar to maximize its heat.
Gulp... SQUELCH...
Just as I prepared to pull away to align my towering weapon with her sister’s dripping, untouched cave, the bold twin down below committed the ultimate act of submissive greed.
Ning Xi refused to let go. Instead of fully releasing the crown, she suddenly locked her lips tightly around the heavy, vascular ridge, her throat constricting in a desperate, vacuum-like swallow.
The sudden, agonizingly tight pressure against the highly-sensitive peak of my newly ascended Spirit Severing shaft was absolute.
"Mmph...!" Ning Xi whined through her nose, her tongue furiously swirling around the weeping slit at the very tip, completely drunk on the raw power radiating against her palate.
A violent, uncontrollable shudder ripped through my entire frame. The terrifying, insatiable heat that had been building within my core instantly reached a boiling flashpoint.
The sheer intensity of her desperate, unyielding devotion broke the final barrier of my restraint.
My hand violently clamped down on the back of Ning Xi’s head, my fingers tangling deep into her cascading black hair.
I ruthlessly forced my hips forward, burying the full eleven-inch length into the absolute depths of her throat, completely locking her in place.
"Take it all, Ning Xi," I growled, my aura exploding around the cultivation bed.
SPURT... THUMP... SPLASH!
The eruption was catastrophic. A terrifying, pressurized torrent of pure, boiling-hot Yang essence blasted directly against the back of the bold twin’s throat.
The sheer volume and velocity of the spiritual fluid were completely overwhelming, hitting her delicate internals with the force of a ruptured geyser.
GULP... GULP... COUGH!
Ning Xi’s eyes rolled entirely into the back of her head, her mind completely short-circuiting as the heavy, scalding thick fluid flooded her esophagus.
She frantically tried to swallow the massive load, her throat muscles visibly bobbing and rippling around the buried shaft, but it was physically impossible to keep up with the endless, heavy torrent of a Spirit Severing cultivator’s release.
Squelch... Sssshhh... Drip.
The thick, pearlescent essence rapidly backed up in her throat, filling her oral cavity to the absolute brim.
Unable to contain the staggering volume, the heavy white fluid forcefully burst past her tightly stretched lips.
It spilled in thick, messy streams down her chin, completely coating her flushed neck and pooling heavily into the dark silk cushions beneath her collarbones.
But the overwhelming pressure of my climax wasn’t finished.
Spurt... Splurt...
As another violent wave of thick nectar pumped aggressively into her, the backed-up fluid was forced upward into her nasal cavity.
"Nnngh... Mmph...!" Ning Xi let out a muffled, gurgling squeal, her body convulsing helplessly against my lap.
Thick, creamy white streams began to heavily leak out of both of her delicate nostrils, running down her upper lip and mixing with the absolute mess pouring from her mouth.
Schluuuck... POP.
With a heavy, ragged exhale, I finally pulled my hips back, slowly dragging the slick, throbbing shaft out of her flooded throat.
A thick, viscous bridge of pure white essence stretched from the pearl-like crown to her lips before snapping and slapping wetly against her chin.
The visual before me was a masterpiece of absolute, degenerate subjugation.
The proud elite of the Myriad Sovereign Sect was completely ruined.
Ning Xi remained frozen on her knees, her face entirely painted in my thick, sovereign-grade essence.
Heavy globs of the pearlescent fluid dripped steadily from her chin, lips, and nose, landing with soft splats onto her exposed chest.
Her eyes were unfocused, completely blown wide with tearful, mind-broken euphoria as she weakly gasped for air, blowing a small, sticky white bubble from her lips in the process.
She looked like a completely hollowed-out vessel, her entire existence reduced to a messy receptacle for my power.
Up above, Ning Xuan watched the entire display from between my hands. The shy twin’s emerald eyes were violently dilated, her breathing shallow and ragged.
Seeing her identical sister, the strong, unyielding elite she had always looked up to, completely broken and overflowing with my thick essence pushed Ning Xuan’s own arousal over the absolute edge.
Drip... Splash.
Her reddish-pink cave violently contracted again, leaking another heavy stream of maiden dew directly onto my chest as she whimpered, absolutely terrified and desperately eager to receive the exact same fate.
I reached up, my hands wrapping firmly around Ning Xuan’s slender waist, lifting her trembling hips just an inch away from my face. My eyes locked onto her dazed, emerald gaze, my lips curling into a cold, predatory smile.
"You have served my palate well, Xuan’er," I whispered, the absolute authority in my voice making her core violently quiver.
"Now, hold yourself open. Your sister has thoroughly glazed the blade, and it is time to permanently carve my mark into your foundation."
