The mortals around them were starting to back away. They knew they didn’t stand a chance against them. A man with a rough beard took a step back, before one of the cultivators shouted, qi infused into his voice. “Anyone who retreats will be cut down by me personally! Your only path is forward. Just hold out until he returns.”
Fu Yilan didn’t care who they were waiting for. She had glimpsed a small cluster of women, huddling together behind the bandits. They were only wearing rags with the only purpose of sating the bandits’ urges. A small part of her mind realized that she wasn’t seeing any children. But then the fighting began. Spear-brother darted forward and sliced apart two mortals with a roar before his blade was stopped by the bandit in the second stage. The other three rushed forward. Two engaged the axe-brother, while the last one ran to her.
“They sent me a beauty, huh? Surrender now, and I’ll make you my wife.” Fu Yilan spat on the dirt in front of him.
“I’d rather bed a dog.”
“You dare!” With a cry, he shot at her. Fu Yilan deflected his strike, but he was like a raging bull. He knew that he was outclassed. He could tell that she was a stage above him. He kept pushing his advantage though, using his additional experience in fights to keep Fu Yilan on the defensive. She stabbed at him, turning a deflection into a counterattack, but he only laughed when her sword cut into his side. Something wasn’t quite right with him. His eyes were crazed, as though the pain didn’t register.
His blade kept hacking away at her, but she was starting to get a read on him. More and more often did she manage to slip by his defense. He only parried when she struck at his neck or heart, otherwise keeping up the offensive. Taking a quick step back to get some space, she struck out, but let her soft blade weave around his sword that had futilely tried to push it aside. Cold steel bit into his neck and he fell to the ground, clutching his wound, gurgling.
Fu Yilan looked around. The spear-brother was struggling against his second stage enemy, while the axe-brother was evenly matched against the two aggressive first-stage bandits. Rushing over to the spear wielder, she was about to plunge her soft blade into the bandit’s back, when a heavy pressure descended onto them.
A gaunt man stood in their midst, skin sickly pale. His eyes were sunken in and unnaturally black. He wore flowing dark robes that clearly set him apart from the bandits, both in style as well as in quality. Worst of all, he was at the eighth stage. A child hung under one arm limply as he looked around. He knew that none of them would be a threat to him.
“Sir Yuan, I apologi–“
“Of course.” He sighed, cutting the bandit off, his voice as disturbing as his looks. “I leave to get new materials and you appear. Even killed one of my little servants.” Fu Yilan shivered as his gaze fell on her. Something wriggled under his skin, pushing its way up his forehead under the hairline. “Though if a woman could kill him, then he wasn’t worth it anyway.”
“Demonic– Demonic Cultivator,” Senior Peng stammered. “Everyone, run!!”
Fu Yilan wanted to run, but fear held her rooted to the ground. She would die here. A long centipede slithered out from under his robes and shot past her. The next moment, she heard a crunching sound. Senior Peng’s legs had been broken, snapped by the creature’s powerful mandibles. His screams let her blood freeze in her veins.
“Oh, shut up.” The demonic cultivator walked over casually and pushed a talisman against his head. Three seconds later, he was out cold. Another one stopped the bleeding as the centipede started eating one of the legs. Then it rushed to the other two, killing them instantly. “Too weak, not even worth keeping alive. Though they’ll make good breeding grounds.” He was mumbling to himself, ignoring Fu Yilan. She now understood why the women hadn’t fled when they fought, only huddling in the corner. All hope had been crushed by him.
“You however are quite a nice specimen.” He circled her, fingers poking and prodding at her body. “I will allow you to serve me. Be grateful, this Endless Torment Yuan will let you be part of something greater.” His fingers stabbed his scalp, pulling out a thin and long bug with many thin hairs and a spike at its tip. It looked absolutely disgusting. “This is the Trapping Needle Bug. I’ve been cultivating it for years now, looking for the right purpose. Maybe it’s a bit of a waste not putting it in that fifth-stage brat, but oh well.”
Fu Yilan tried to scramble away. Flowing Steps sputtered to life, not nearly as smooth as usual. She tried to pull up her hidden qi. Maybe being a little bit stronger would help her. She knew it wouldn’t, judging by how Senior Peng had been dealt with. It took too long. She tried to run but didn’t even manage to take one step before his hand gripped her neck like an iron shackle. The bug’s hair tickled her slightly before it started digging into her, just at the base of her skull. Pain stabbed through her, worse than anything else she’d ever felt. It felt like her entire body was being violated from the inside out, needles stabbing at every part of her. Unconsciousness claimed her mind, protecting her from whatever the bug was doing.
She woke in an underground cellar, made from stone. Her eyes looked around. She tried sitting up, but her body wouldn’t listen. Dread gripped her heart as she tried to move, even just a finger. But nothing happened.
“Ah, finally up? Come over here.” Her body followed his orders, walking over to his side. He was sitting in the middle of a red ritual circle; lines painted in blood marking the stone slabs. Above, five children hung, seemingly unconscious, dripping blood steadily onto it from precise cuts. “You were out for a while. Thanks to you, I had to relocate.” Fu Yilan just stared at him, unable to move. “Ah, right. Forgot. The bug is controlling you, so get used to it. You are mine now, truly mine.” She wanted to cry, to scream, to beg for her life, but couldn’t.
Old Demon Yuan got up and walked to the side, pulling out a dress, a qipao that barely covered her ass as her body moved to put it on. It was pink with a white floral pattern. There were slits on both sides, making her feel like just a breeze could show the world her everything, while the chest area was too small, despite the large cleavage. Her tits spilled out to the sides, making her look incredibly slutty. Her face was red as she stood in front of him, being judged under his gaze.
“Yeah, I knew it was a bit to small up top, but it looks even better like that.” He grinned, clearly satisfied with how she had turned out. “Tell me, what’s your name?” Fu Yilan was glad when her refusal to answer was followed by silence. At least he couldn’t affect her mind directly. He didn’t seem to care though, only shrugging.
Walking up the stairs, out of the basement, he laid down on the bed, taking off his robes. His demonic insect was nowhere in sight. “From now on, you will be smiling seductively. I don’t want a doll, otherwise I would have turned you into one. That mind up there knows what I want, so make it happen.” She didn’t quite know how the bug knew, but her face morphed into one of seductive need and horniness. Was it basing it off her subconscious interpretation of the command? “When we fuck, act like you enjoy it as well.” Fu Yilan moaned slightly against her will. “Hahaha, I haven’t even put it in yet my little slut! Now, straddle me and make me feel good.”
Raising the front of her dress, she lowered her hips onto his erect dick. It was oddly long, with grotesque bumps. Did he have some creature sealed in there as well? Fu Yilan shivered as a slutty smile was plastered on her face. She was biting her lip while her mind struck against its cage. His dick entered her, as she lowered her hips, welcoming him in with a blissful moan. Driven by the power of the command, her pussy immediately started churning with the full level of control her Void Lotus Demoness art had granted her over it.
“No way. Those orthodox dogs truly made you learn pleasure arts?” He barked a laugh. “Or did you wish to learn them yourself? Doesn’t matter. Now I can say for sure that making you my slave was the correct choice. And it seems like you’re quite talented as well when it comes to them.” He was still just lying on his back, watching Fu Yilan bounce on his dick. Her tits were shaking violently, almost spilling out of her chest. His hands were resting on her hips, fingers long and unnaturally thin, tipped by nails that almost looked like claws.
Fu Yilan kept riding him as he kept watching her, seemingly never getting bored of her bouncing body. Sometimes he would let his hands wander up her body, tracing the edges of her tight dress, squeezing the breasts beneath. Other times he would have them behind his head. And yet his eyes never left her.
Fu Yilan could feel dread building as her body started heating up. She was currently taking a powerful, well-endowed cultivator, and her body recognized it. Her pussy didn’t care that it was a demonic man killing children. All it knew was the dick inside it and the pleasure it brought. Small orgasms started shooting through her body, but it kept moving, sliding forwards and back, rotating the hips, bouncing up and down. Pleasure was shooting lightning through her brain, but her body was fully disconnected from it. After all, it had a command to follow.
Pleasure kept coming, even through the orgasm, constant stimulation piling on. “Wait, are you cumming? I want you to say that you are cumming every time you do!” She tried to stop the command from working, trying to put up any type of resistance, but her voice betrayed her. Apparently, reacting to stimuli and voicing it out was still within the bug’s control.
“I’m cumming!” she moaned, voice sultry. Fu Yilan kept moving her hips. Old Demon Yuan hadn’t come yet. Only a minute later, she repeated herself. “Cumming!!” Again and again, her voice rang out, letting him know every time the pleasure reached a new step. He smiled, satisfied.
“You are below me. You are my slave. I can see it in your eyes. There is still some resistance there, but even that will slowly disappear. You can’t resist; we both know it. Give up.” He must have added qi to his words because they bounced around in her head, repeating over and over. Or had he? Nevertheless, caught in pleasure, they started seeping in.
On and on they went. Ten orgasms had racked her body before Old Demon Yuan finally came. His yang energy was strong and the pressure behind each spurt powerful. Fu Yilan came in tandem with him, announcing it loudly. Finally, her body slowed a bit, moving with the twitches of the dick within her. After all, he had told her to make him feel best.
When he didn’t tell her to get up, she increased her pace again. Like a battering ram, the armor around her heart that had already been cracked by Senior Xu was torn down ruthlessly. She had never felt as helpless as in this moment. It might look like nothing much had changed. After all, wasn’t she just fucking someone more powerful, just like before? Her mind disagreed. She was completely at his mercy. Back in the sect, she still had a semblance of control. Especially using her pleasure arts, Fu Yilan was able to grow through sex, while controlling the situation. Despite being threatened and pressured, it had been her choice how to act, how to please.
Today, one single cultivator had taken all that from her. His words still rang in his head, telling her to give up, while her body called out that she was cumming. She had been trying to activate her martial arts, any one, but nothing worked. It was as though her qi channels had been blocked by the bug, and the feeling was awful. Same with pulling up her qi from the root of the Void Lotus. The glimmer of hope that advancing to the third stage might shatter its hold was snuffed out, because she couldn’t move it up.