Free Web NovelChapter 8: 8. Elder Su’s Domain Got Breached(18+)
The heavy slide of the inner doors remained firmly shut, the absolute spatial barrier woven by her Early Spirit Severing divine sense keeping the rest of the cultivation world entirely deaf and blind to the summit.
Inside, the heavy aroma of orchid incense mingled with the sweet, slick scent of our intertwined fluids.
Su Rulan lay completely unraveled beneath me on the emerald sheets, her long, brown tresses splaying out like a wild halo. Her eyes were entirely glazed, swimming in a potent mix of forbidden ecstasy and absolute surrender.
Every ounce of her rigid elder decorum had been thoroughly melted away by the intense heat of our mutual undoing.
"Jianxiao..." she whimpered, her voice a fractured, breathless reed as her hands, still trembling slightly, remained held against my chest. "It’s too much... I’ve never felt like this..."
"You have never been properly cherished, Rulan," I murmured, though the low, dominating register of my voice carried a weight that promised complete possession rather than mere adoration. It sent a visible shiver straight down her spine.
I shifted my weight, moving downward along her form to bracket her lower body completely. My sapphire-blue eyes locked onto her flush, trembling visage from this new vantage point.
With a deliberate, agonizingly slow motion, I reached out and parted her thighs, pinning her soft knees toward her chest to fully expose the pristine, glistening depths of her sacred valley.
The sight was mesmerizing, an untamed, deeply sensitive domain that pooled with intense, clear moisture.
[SYSTEM ALERT] Target’s Hidden Desire: ’Utter Degradation & Devotion’ is peaking.
[BOND SCORE UPDATE] Su Rulan → 75 / 100
’She is completely at your mercy, my dear host,’ Lucy’s voice purred smoothly within my mind, vibrant with dark, intellectual amusement. ’A Spirit Severing cultivator of the peaks, reduced to a weeping, hyper-sensitive mess by your hands alone. Don’t leave a single inch of her untamed.’
Guided by a dominant curiosity, I leaned lower, my tongue sliding forward to trace the highly sensitive inner contours of her soft petals.
"Ahhh... Jian..."
Rulan’s back arched violently off the mattress, a sharp, choked shriek of pure pleasure ripping from her throat. Her fingers dug frantically into the emerald sheets, tearing at the silk as my tongue began to lap at her pooling essence with heavy, deliberate strokes.
I drank from her like a starving traveler at an oasis, savoring the remarkably sweet, pristine taste, a flavor entirely devoid of the mundane impurities found in the mortal world.
"Please... Jianxiao... it’s too much... I cannot," her voice broke into rhythmic, helpless gasps as her hips began to rock instinctively against my mouth, desperately seeking release while simultaneously trying to escape the overwhelming friction.
Instead of backing off, I applied a perfect, rhythmic pressure against her center with my thumb, while my tongue ruthlessly invaded her deepest recesses. The combination was a fatal strike to her psychological defenses. Her inner muscles collapsed down around my thumb in a series of frantic, involuntary spasms.
"Mmmph! Ahh... ahh..."
A torrent of hot, glistening moisture flooded over my fingers as she shuddered through a powerful, localized climax, her head tossing wildly from side to side on the pillows.
Before the wave of her exhaustion could even begin to settle, I took advantage of her pliant state to shift our alignment. Sliding my torso further down the bed while pulling her hips upward, I inverted our positions entirely, bringing us into a feverish, head-to-toe alignment.
My heavy shaft, still completely unfulfilled, now rested mere inches from her face as I remained positioned over her center.
Driven by a blooming mix of desperation and newfound curiosity, Rulan’s mouth descended upon my member. Her lips wrapped tightly around the swollen length with inexperienced passion.
She began to work her mouth in a rhythmic, desperate motion, though her lips couldn’t accommodate even fifty percent of my erect size. Her face pressed flush against my lower abdomen, persistently trying to draw that pulsing iron down her throat in an intense effort to milk his rigid thickness dry.
My vital foundation became heavily slicked with her saliva as we both frantically worked our tongues to maximum capacity. With me tasting her lingering sweetness below while she worshiped me above, we traded our fluids in a primal, synchronized rhythm while waiting for our ultimate desires to be released.
Suddenly, a profound tremor ran through my form as her unbridled, desperate energy dragged me over the precipice, forcing a sudden, shattering release. Her delicious, pristine essence splattered across my face, and I drank it up with an eager, immediate response.
"Don’t drink it up, Jianxiao. It’s dirty," Su Rulan’s dazed voice reached me, her eyes clouded with a mix of shame and intense pleasure.
"There is nothing dirty about you. Everything is worth savoring," I replied smoothly.
Maintaining our intimate, inverted alignment, I began to slide against her mouth, rocking my hips up and down in a dominating cadence. "And call me husband from now on."
A series of muffled, wet sounds echoed through the space as my saliva-slicked, heavy shaft repeatedly bottomed out against her throat, forcing her to stretch to her absolute limit just to accommodate the crushing mass.
She tried to take in as much of the impressive size as she possibly could, her tongue eagerly licking the crown every time it entered, drawing me rapidly closer to my own following release.
"Ahh... ahh... ahh..." she continued to moan, her voice strained yet filled with heavy desire as I remained perfectly positioned to taste her center from time to time, keeping her entirely overwhelmed while continuously driving my length deep into her mouth.
As my heavy shaft began twitching in anticipation of the impending surge, I slowly increased the force of my thrusts while her hands massaged my core and her tongue worked with frantic, unbridled energy.
"Get ready to drink it all. Don’t spoil a single drop or I will punish you," I commanded in a heavy tone.
I established a punishing, deliberate pace, matching each internal countdown beat to a heavy thrust that left her entirely breathless and squirming beneath my control.
In a world of high cultivation, a Spirit Severing cultivator would hardly perish from choking on a man’s weapon, and I used that physical resilience to push her boundaries to the absolute limit. With a final, massive plunge, I delivered the definitive strike.
Her mouth enveloped a full eight inches of my solid mass, the tip hitting the very back of her throat, while simultaneously, her lower body reacted to the sheer intensity of the oral intrusion, her center squirting like an unleashed fountain once again.
Thick waves of white essence sprayed repeatedly, completely coating her mouth as she swallowed desperately under my absolute command. A frantic, breathless swallowing sound echoed through the quiet chamber. She strained to keep up, but the sheer volume of my vital foundation kept surging relentlessly, causing the thick, scorching fluids to overflow past her trembling lips even as she desperately tried to consume every single drop.
’What is this rich, divine taste... Why does it feel so intoxicating to swallow it?’ Rulan’s internal consciousness fractured completely.
Her analytical mind gave way to a dazed, primal confusion. Rather than questioning why an esteemed, dignified inner court elder was swallowing so shamelessly and greedily, her entire psychological profile completely locked onto the addictive flavor of my essence.
Plop.
A wet, heavy pop sounded through the air as I finally broke the suction of her lips and pulled my length free from her mouth.
Even as it left her, she continued to gulp down the remaining fluid left in her throat, making a soft, desperate sound, swallowing it down to the last drop.
A final, heavy bead remained glistening on the very tip of my shaft. Looking up with wet strands of brown hair plastered across her face by her sweat and saliva, Rulan extended her tongue with an expression of pure, unbridled addiction, licking the crown clean to savor the last remaining trace of her master’s essence.
’Another one down with your delicious essence. When do I get to swallow it?’ Lucy’s amusing, slightly frustrating voice echoed within my mind, her tone laced with a distinct edge of dark desire.
’How can I revive you, Lucy?’ I inquired internally, highly interested in the prospect of bringing my system companion into physical reality.
’You don’t have the strength to discuss this matter yet,’ Lucy replied smoothly, her voice turning sharp and clinical. ’First, grow strong by defeating the children of heaven, or by ruthlessly conquering the yin foundations of exceptional women.’
Hearing her words, a cold smile played on my lips. I redirected my absolute attention back to the pink petals before me.
Extending my hand, I pushed my finger deep into her soaking crevice. The sheer, unyielding tightness of her interior instantly gripped my finger like a vice, pulsing with frantic heat.
’What a remarkably tight domain,’ I thought, highly satisfied, before deliberately forcing a second finger inside alongside the first.
"Ahhh..."
Rulan moaned out loud, her back arching slightly as she felt the blunt intrusion widening her flesh.
My middle and ring fingers began to move inside her in a furious, unrelenting rhythm, working her internal walls completely while my mouth descended once more to capture her lips and drink down the heavenly, pure juices her parts generated under my touch.
On the other side of our shared heat, my member remained completely erect and rigid despite the recent ejaculation.
Rulan’s dazed eyes widened slightly as she noted its uncompromised state, her internal thoughts swirling in utter astonishment: ’Why is it still standing so proudly? Is a man’s weapon not supposed to subside after a release? Instead of softening, it seems even more eager and excited...’
Driven by a lingering, addictive trance, she leaned forward once more, her tongue sliding from the base to the very tip of the shaft, licking up the remaining, sweet flavor of the lingering essence coating my length.
"Alright, enough licking," I spoke down to her, in a firm, commanding register. "I want to finish inside your domain next. Turn around."
Shifting beneath my gaze, her resistance completely melted as she softly whispered her submission: "Yes, Husband."
Reversing our positioning once more to claim the ultimate prize, my flawless foundation remained completely unyielding and rigid. I raised myself fully over her trembling, completely spent form, pressing firmly against her soaking, hyper-sensitive entrance.
The sheer heat radiating from our contact made her dark eyes snap open in a wave of primal disbelief.
"Now, Su Rulan," I commanded, my voice slicing through her dazed consciousness with absolute authority. "Look at what you are about to receive. Forget the ancient fool who neglected you, and claim your true husband."
Driven by a blooming mix of desperation and sheer, unadulterated hunger, her hands frantically reached up to grip my shoulders, her thighs wrapping tightly around my waist as she pulled me down into her forbidden domain.
The moment my primary length breached her soaking, hyper-sensitive entrance, the room fell into a sudden, breathless silence.
The sheer, staggering disparity in our physical realms made itself known instantly. Rulan’s throat caught, her entire body locking up beneath me as her pristine inner depths stretched to their absolute, desperate limit to accommodate my size.
Her head snapped back into the pillows, her lips parted in a silent, wide-eyed gasp of pure, unadulterated shock.
"Ah... haa..."
A choked, trembling sound finally broke from her lips, her fingers digging so deeply into the skin of my shoulders that her well-cultivated nails nearly drew blood from my physique.
’Oh, look at her,’ Lucy’s voice giggled inside my consciousness, the tone dripping with intoxicating, dark satisfaction. ’She thought her Spirit Severing cultivation made her invincible, yet she is pushed to her absolute limit just by your entry. Look at how her system profile is flashing, Jianxiao. She is absolutely terrified of how stretching and intense this is, and you haven’t even started moving yet.’
I did not move. I remained perfectly still, resting just past her threshold as her hyper-sensitive walls desperately tried to expand and familiarize themselves with the heavy, pulsing heat of my length.
Even without entering fully, the sheer breadth of the intrusion had her completely pinned. I leaned down, pressing my chest flush against her supple, trembling breasts, my lips brushing against her burning earlobe.
"Can you take it, Elder Su?" I whispered, my voice a dark, velvety growl that vibrated directly against her skin. "Or is a real man too much for a Spirit Severing cultivator to handle?"
"Jian... Jianxiao..." she sobbed out, a single, glistening tear of pure sensory overload escaping the corner of her eye and tracing a path into her disheveled locks.
Her hips gave a pathetic, involuntary twitch upward, her body instinctively begging for movement despite the overwhelming fullness stretching her apart.
"It... it is too large... and you are barely inside... Please... move..."
"Beg me as your husband," I commanded, shifting slightly to let the friction underscore my authority. "From now on, I am your husband."
"Yes... yes, you are my husband," she whimpered, completely yielding to the command as her fingers tightened against my shoulders. "Please, Husband... move..."
"As you wish."
I began to withdraw, the friction of her tight, clinging walls dragging against my pulsing veins with a delicious, heavy resistance. I pulled back until only the swollen crest of my heavy shaft remained inside her soaking folds, holding her on the very edge of suspense.
"Ah... ahh..." Rulan let out a desperate, whimpering cry at the sudden emptiness, her lower body rocking upward in a frantic attempt to chase the heat.
Then, with a heavy, deliberate thrust, I buried myself completely inside her all at once.
Plap!
The wet, echoing impact of our bodies meeting rang out loudly within the isolated space. Rulan’s voice shattered into a high-pitched, undone shriek.
"Ahnnn!"
Her legs locked around my waist with a starving, desperate urgency, her heels digging into my lower back as she completely abandoned every last shred of her centuries of dignified cultivation.
I established a brutal, unyielding rhythm. Each deep, driving plunge forced a breathless gasp from her throat, her head tossing wildly on the sheets as I conquered her depths inch by inch.
The slick fluids we generated together churned into a glistening sheen, coating her inner thighs and creating a sweet, intoxicating friction that echoed through the quiet room.
Plap... plap... plap...
I picked up the pace, my movements becoming faster, harder, and entirely relentless. I slammed into her with a terrifying, unbridled vigor, anchoring my weight to ensure every single stroke hit the absolute maximum depth of her interior.
With every long, devastating withdrawal, nearly the entire eleven-inch length of my massive weapon slipped free, leaving her internal walls gasping and glistening in the dim light before plunging right back home.
Her body simply could not accommodate the staggering scale of the intrusion. Even at her absolute limit, her anatomy couldn’t take every single inch of the massive trunk; the sheer thickness and daunting depth meant that with each full-force drive, several inches remained aggressively exposed, pressing her outer flesh inward while her interior tightly gripped what it could contain.
Yet, under the continuous, unyielding assault of this monstrous mass, her very physiology began to change.
The pure, overwhelming density of the weapon acted like a formatting tool on her internal channels. It was as if her elite female cultivator’s body was being fundamentally rewritten from the inside out, her pristine, centuries-old meridians forcefully widening, shifting, and permanently adapting to the massive shape of my tool.
Every stroke left an indelible mark on her internal structure, burning my unique imprint straight into her foundation.
The sheer velocity of the friction caused the pooled fluids to froth, coating the root of my heavy shaft as her hips bucked frantically against me, hopelessly trapped in the violent rhythm of my assault.
She was entirely pinned beneath my physique, her body absorbing the crushing kinetic force of each impact until her vocal cords were utterly raw from screaming.
I didn’t give her a single second to rest, pulling out nearly to the tip before driving all the way back home, altering the angle slightly to ruthlessly rub against her most sensitive internal ridges.
Rulan gasped, her fingers scraping against the mattress, her toes curling tightly as the continuous, aggressive pounding completely broke her internal sense of self.
Creak... creak... creak...
The massive emerald bed groaned heavily beneath our combined weight, her chest moving in a frantic, hypnotic rhythm that completely captivated the senses.
"Who do you belong to?" I demanded, driving deep enough to press against her innermost core, sending a violent jolt of electricity straight through her spine.
Plap!
"To you! Ahnn! To you, Husband!" she cried out, her voice entirely broken, her face flushed a deep, intense crimson.
She was completely weeping now, utterly undone by the primal mastery I was exerting over her body. "I am yours... Elder Mo is nothing... the sect is nothing... Please, fill me!"
Her inner muscles began to contract in a series of violent, localized tremors, signaling the approach of a massive, reality-shattering climax. The intense, clamping heat of her depths gripped my heavy shaft with a terrifying, addictive tightness, testing my own iron-clad restraint to its absolute limits.
"Then receive it," I growled, my voice dropping into a low, bestial register.
With three final, massive thrusts that buried me deeper than ever before, I let go of my restraint. A torrent of thick, scorching essence erupted from my foundation, pumping deep into the very depths of her womb.
Splat!
Rulan’s eyes rolled back, her body stiffening into a rigid, trembling line as a long, high-pitched wail of pure, blinding ecstasy tore from her lungs.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
She squeezed me so tightly it felt as though she were trying to meld our two bodies into one, her inner core convulsing in endless, violent waves that drank down my hot release with a starving, centuries-old hunger.
[SYSTEM ALERT] Target’s Psychology Status: ’Total Subjugation’ achieved.
[BOND SCORE UPDATE] Su Rulan → 80 / 100
’Magnificent,’ Lucy’s voice purred, her analytical tone laced with a deep, vicarious hunger. ’Her internal channels are skyrocketing. She isn’t just submitting to you physically, Jianxiao; she is opening her very soul to your dominance. Drive it home.’
"There is still plenty of time before my meeting with the Sect Leader, Rulan," I murmured against her skin, my hands sliding down to grip her hips once more as her system profile flared with a fresh wave of anticipation, "so let us see just how much more this Spirit Severing cultivator’s body can truly endure."
