The smell hit her immediately, musky and enticing, making her thoughts spin. Her finger scooped up some of it and she relished the taste as she sucked it off. “As incredible as ever, you little cock slut.” Fu Yilan turned around, head in the sheets, pushing her ass up.
“I feel an itch deep inside, deeper than I can reach. Could this strong Daddy help me with it?” He must have used some sort of movement art, because he was within her before she had even finished speaking.
Senior Xu’s massive weight pushed down on her as he rammed his cock into her insides. Fu Yilan could clearly feel the difference in strength, being fucked into the mattress by him. She screamed from joy and pleasure as her pussy was stretched to accommodate his new size. Thrust after thrust hammered into her mercilessly. He leaned forward, and let his stomach rest on her back. Now she truly couldn’t move, pinned underneath him. She might have been scared, trapped like she was, but the pleasure was mixing up signals coming to her brain. As it was right now, it only aroused her more.
Then he leaned back and flipped her around. Suddenly, she was on her back, legs pushed up so her head was between her knees. She was being folded up, used by him, and she loved it.
“Hahn, nnh, yes! Just like that, Daddy Xu!”
“Hold these,” he said and Fu Yilan wrapped her arms around her legs, holding them in place. He started squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples, flooding her brain with pleasure from another source. Meanwhile the pace with which he thrust didn’t slow, making her chest jiggle.
Small orgasms had been wracking her mind and body for a while now. He was plowing into her relentlessly, the advancement returning the upper hand in their dynamic back to him. Her tits were being pushed around and squeezed mercilessly. He was playing with her freely while she held her legs, offering herself to him.
Fu Yilan could feel a larger orgasm building. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, yet no time at all, she could feel Daddy Xu’s dick twitch. Moments later, his hot seed pumped into her as he leaned down onto her, pinning her to the bed and pushing himself into her as deep as possible.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as her building pleasure reached a crescendo and washed her senses away. It felt like sparks were shooting through every single nerve ending, setting them alight. The Void Lotus drank greedily from the energy poured within. A lot more qi than usual was pushing up the roots, adding to what had been hidden away below her inner lake’s surface. Maybe her body was nearing the upper limit of how beautiful the Void Lotus Demoness art could make it at her current stage. A thought for another time though, because Fu Yilan just wanted to lie there and enjoy the afterglow.
She barely noticed that the cock inside her was still hard before he started thrusting again. She was even more sensitive than usual, and she reached down, trying to stop him, pushing him away. Of course, her strength was wholly insufficient for the task and he just kept moving.
“Daddy Xu, please stop! I need a moment! Or you’re going to break my mind!!” He increased his pace, making Fu Yilan shout her moan out into the empty halls of the storage room.
“How dare a slave speak up against her master!” He slapped her breast, sending needles of pain through it. “That deserves some punishment! Do you understand?”
“Yes master, I’m sorry master!” Fu Yilan managed to reply, barely pushing it out in between moans. “How dare this slave– hnnnh– try to be disobedient!” She was just saying what rose to the surface of her mind made turbulent by pleasure it was not equipped to handle.
“Yes, that’s what I wanted to hear. You are the slave of this seventh stage cultivator! You are mine, and I will find you wherever you go. You can’t run from me so submit!” Did he have a point? Small cracks were spreading through the feeling of superiority Fu Yilan had started to build up. Had she truly thought that she had been in control? He was so much bigger and stronger, shaping his body for battle. All she was turning herself into was a hole that men found pleasure in. Thoughts floated to the surface and were ripped away again by the relentless thrusting, the incredible amount of yang energy, and the repeating orgasms.
Five rounds later, she was a barely functioning mess, covered in cum, the last load he had painted her body with instead of pumping it inside. She felt weak. Her chest was rising and falling with each breath as her mind slowly put itself back together. She hadn’t been in control, not even close. And he had ripped every semblance of it away from her. A droplet of cum touched her tongue and she hated how good it tasted, a painfully delicious reminder of what her body had become.
Senior Xu had already left, and she wiped herself down with the soiled sheets of the bed. Putting on her dress again, it didn’t feel as beautiful as when she had arrived with it. At the moment it just felt like a shackle, chaining her to a path that put her beneath every male cultivator. She took her dress off and folded it together neatly, stowing it away. She didn’t want to see it for a bit. Going to the bathing rooms for the first time in a while, she washed herself off with the cold water inside. It brought some much-needed clarity. Putting on the pair of sect robes she had gotten from the tailor to wear while he was making her dress, she used her flowing steps to leave the sect grounds.
The stream of her movement art carried her towards a small clearing near a ledge that overlooked the lowering afternoon sun above the clouds. Despite the warmth, a shiver still ran through her body. The armor that had given her some hope and security had been cracked. She sat down and started cultivating. The moon in her inner sky looked further away today than usual. Her Infinite Moonlit Ripples cultivation art still managed to calm her down a good bit though. She pulled up all the qi she had hidden away in the Void Lotus root. She kept cultivating, constantly pulling the moonlight fragments towards herself. It was calming, putting the mind to a simple task.
Mist was flowing off her body and was ripped away by the winds of the mountain. But it kept coming, unceasingly, as the woman cultivated. Joined by the setting sun, Fu Yilan broke through into the third stage.
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A week had passed since Fu Yilan advanced to the third stage. She was hiding that advancement, making it seem like she had only reached the second one. She was congratulated by Senior Feng, the librarian, and Senior Xu. The advancement, she noticed, allowed her to keep more control when he fucked her. She didn’t quite understand why, but she was glad it worked. Slowly, she was clawing back her self-confidence.
And now that she had broken through, she could finally choose a weapon. She immediately rushed to the weapon hall. Brother Xi was there, just like last time, polishing some of the weapons that were arrayed within. He smiled as he saw her coming. It was a kind smile, Fu Yilan decided.
“Oh, you have reached the second grade. Congratulations!” He seemed genuinely happy for her. His hair was cut short, and his face was unremarkable Fu Yilan didn’t mind one bit at the moment. She needed the praise, the feeling of support. She didn’t feel attracted to him, but it was nice seeing his eyes light up at her mentioning the weapon she had chosen.
“A great choice! It will suit you nicely.” He used an engraved wooden token to open a hidden door and came out a few minutes later with gleaming steel in hand.
Fu Yilan took the soft sword and waved it around. True to its name, it wasn’t rigid but bent a bit with each swing. Turning to Brother Xie, she hugged him. A lot of emotions had already been moving around within her, but the joy of finally having a blade, a weapon to defend herself with pushed them aside for a moment, needing an outlet.
Brother Xie returned the hug, hesitantly at first. She could feel his heartrate picking up, probably because her lewd, soft body was pressing against him. She knew her tits were pushed against his chest. She didn’t want them to, wanted to only have a genuine interaction with another human being in a while. It seemed like her path wouldn’t allow it. She pulled away and looked back down at the blade.
“I apologize; I didn’t mean to startle you.” She admired the sword, how it reflected the light. “It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks, though I didn’t make it.” He chuckled awkwardly. “But you’re right, it truly is. Our Shifting Grass sect has very good soft swords.” His weapon enthusiasm was shining through again. Fu Yilan giggled at that. Until she heard its price. Half her merit points gone. It was painful to part with them, but worth it in the end.
Heading to the Scripture Pavilion, she showed Senior Feng her weapon. “A good pick for a flower like yourself, though a tricky one. Though I thought Brother Xu didn’t want you learning weapon arts?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“I’m a martial artist as well. And I don’t want him to need to protect me all the time.” Senior Feng nodded along, buying her act.
“Good choice, good choice. I already have a good one in mind, but I can’t give it to you like the other one. This one’s on you.”
“But what about the martial art I’ve been working myself towards! Couldn’t you just–“
“No, that’s different. Not helping you with fighting arts. Now follow me, so you can see if you have enough merits. I’m sure that sword wasn’t all that cheap for someone so new to our sect.” He chuckled, then walked into the forest of shelves.