The glans swelled and shrank rhythmically, each pulse squeezing out thick, sticky precum from the slit. It dripped down the curve, forming long, lewd strands like saliva or snot, dangling grotesquely.
Qing stood motionless, her eyes calm as a moonlit lake, untouched by the world.
Elder Mu, driven mad with lust, gripped his towering cock. The contrast between his shriveled hand and the massive shaft was absurd, yet it only emphasized its enormity.
Stroking furiously, spurred by Qing's presence, he reached his limit. With a guttural roar, his cock surged, standing so rigid it nearly touched his sunken belly without support. The already monstrous rod swelled further, veins throbbing audibly, his duck-egg-sized balls ballooning impossibly large.
They expanded, then contracted sharply.
A bulge formed at the base, like a lead ball, stretching the shaft's tubes. The seven-centimeter girth bloated to ten, the length hitting over thirty centimeters.
*Spurt! Spurt!*
A torrent of semen erupted, the force audible, a flood of white sludge bursting forth. Billions of sperm danced in the air, reeking of musk and aphrodisiac potency.
But the cool breeze wasn't their home. Lacking a warm, wet haven, they fell helplessly along the arc of his ejaculation.
The onslaught lasted over a minute, relentless.
Semen splattered across the pavilion: the roof, railings, chairs, nearby plants, and white stone floor, all coated in steaming white. Some congealed into gelatinous clumps, smacking the pillars.
A few streams even hit where Qing had sat, her small table, chopsticks, and bowl now layered in thick, creamy filth.
Her faint fragrance mingled with the overpowering semen, creating a strange, arousing scent.
"Go now."
After a long silence, Qing's voice remained steady, unruffled.
"Yes."
Elder Mu felt a pang of disappointment, hoping to see her blush or falter.
Had he dared aim at her, drenching her in that flood, would she still be so composed? But this act was already his boldest move; he lacked the nerve to test her limits further.
He shuffled to the table, heedless of the mess, gathering her used dishes into the box before retreating quietly.
"Whew..."
Once he left, Qing's tense frame relaxed. She exhaled softly, but the air carried the stench of aged semen and male musk, wrinkling her brow.
Turning, her steps felt unsteady, a weakness not from drained power but something else: a heat between her thighs, her legs trembling and numb.
Seeing the pavilion's defilement, she shivered. The sight of that thick, congealed semen sparked a fleeting flush in her eyes, recalling the two times Elder Mu's filth had stained her body.
"No... what's happening to me?"
Summoning the *Mysterious Heaven Scripture*, the odd sensation faded. With a wave of her hand, the pavilion gleamed clean again.
But as she moved to purge the semen from the withered plants outside, she noticed something odd. The autumn-dead flora bore faint green shoots.
"Hm?"
She remembered seeing Elder Mu water flowers with his semen in the clouds, making them bloom vibrantly.
"Could his... emissions have some divine property?"
In the capital, one person was somewhat distracted at this moment, and that was Wally Wang.
"Master, it's been so long since you last did it with your slave..."
Wally's mansion was, of course, the most luxurious in the Golden Yuan Merchant Guild. This time, on his visit to the capital, he brought not only countless gold, silver, and jewels to offer the emperor, hoping to avoid the emperor's wrath, but also several of his concubines and sex slaves.
These women had been chosen by his father, who hoped Wally would produce heirs and many sons. Each one had full breasts and wide hips, their buttocks as large as millstones, all prime examples of fertility, perfect for bearing children. Some were his bodyguards, others were respectable women from good families, and a few were even wives or daughters handed over by guild members eager to curry favor, letting him toy with them as he pleased.
Normally, Wally's body, nourished by countless rare treasures and exotic delicacies, along with his grotesque, oversized cock, couldn't go a day without release. He'd feel restless and unable to sleep otherwise. When he wasn't busy with guild affairs, he'd spend his days ravishing women, either visiting brothels or fooling around with the lascivious, fat-assed women in his backyard, often stark naked, holding shameless orgies.
But ever since Wally visited the red-light district last month, stepping into a brothel, he seemed like a different man.
No longer did he strut around bare-bellied and bare-assed, a lustful fiend who needed to fuck several women and shoot a few thick loads to feel satisfied. Instead, he locked himself in his house, restless and uneasy, often gripped by extreme fear. Yet, he'd shut himself in his room, clutching a single white sock with a crazed, obsessive look, frequently using it to pleasure himself.
The women in the courtyard began to wonder if their master had gone impotent. These women, long trained to be utterly depraved, would go weak in the knees and drip with arousal at the mere sight of a man's cock, unable to walk straight.
Today, one of them, unable to bear her lust any longer, stripped naked, exposing her breasts and the wet slit between her legs, and came to seduce him.
But Wally, still clutching that dainty white sock, remained entranced. Seeing this, the woman couldn't resist stepping forward, trying to snatch the sock from his hand and slip it onto her own leg to entice him into fucking her.
To her shock, Wally, usually so indulgent, flew into a rage. He snatched the sock back and threw her out.
The woman trembled outside the door, resentment brewing in her heart, but she didn't dare provoke her master further. She was about to return to her room to sulk and use a makeshift toy to relieve herself when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind, nearly making her scream.
"Shh! It's me!"
The familiar voice instantly melted her tension. She playfully swatted the figure behind her. "You bastard, you scared me to death."
"Heh, can't even recognize your own husband?" the man behind her teased.
It turned out they were a married couple. The man was Peng Gua, a manager in the Golden Yuan Merchant Guild, and the woman was Lilly Peng, his wife.
Years ago, Peng had offered his delicate wife to Wally's bed for the sake of his career.
At first, Lilly resisted with all her might, but after a few rounds with Wally's monstrous, radish-like cock, she tasted ecstasy beyond imagination. Soon, she craved it, no longer resisting, even playing coy while welcoming it.
Peng fondled Lilly's massive breasts. When they'd married, her chest had been small and dainty, easily cupped in one hand. Now, after Wally's relentless groping and development, they were so large that two hands couldn't contain a single fat tit. The soft, plush flesh spilled between his fingers. As he kneaded them roughly, the cherry-colored nipples swelled red and hard, like soybeans, glistening and tempting.
"Mm... mm ah... ah... mm... gentler... gentler... you... damn... bastard..." Lilly moaned, reaching through his pants to grope her husband's cock.
Peng kneaded her giant tits for a while before sliding a hand downward. He found a flood between her legs. Her thick bush was soaked, the hairs plastered together, clinging to her plump mound. Her full labia glistened with dripping juices. With two fingers, he parted them, revealing the pink, blood-flushed flesh inside. The smaller inner lips, delicate as petals, seemed to suck eagerly at his finger as he probed. The tight, wriggling walls gripped him.
His other finger slid up along the slit, brushing a pearl-like clit that made Lilly shudder. The jolt of pleasure from her clit left her trembling, her eyes dazed with lust.
A gush of hot, musky fluid sprayed from deep within her, soaking Peng's fingers, his palm drenched in her slick juices.
"Darling... you're such a slut!" Peng teased.
"Mm... mm... isn't it... mm... your fault... for... giving me... to the boss... that I... became... this... slutty..." Lilly replied between broken gasps, her tone laced with faint resentment but no real anger or bitterness.
Having tasted the pinnacle of earthly pleasure, Lilly was no longer the woman she once was. She'd drowned in carnal desire, unable to pull herself free.
"Bad man... give it... to me..."
Peng dropped his pants, revealing a cock not as monstrous as Wally's but still thick and sturdy, about fifteen or sixteen centimeters long. He pressed it against Lilly's dripping cunt, her labia parting to kiss the tip of his head.
But Peng didn't thrust in yet. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, teasing her. The tip of his cock brushed her like a paintbrush, sliding from her slit to her puckered asshole, which clenched tight, then back down, the crown parting her swollen lips. Her inner folds clung to his shaft as the head rubbed her sensitive clit. His pubic hair grazed her ripe, peach-like ass cheeks, adding a new layer of stimulation.
"How can you call your husband a bad man?" Peng grinned wickedly, rubbing his cock against her mound. Her desperate lips, like a child denied candy, drooled helplessly, licking at his shaft. Her cunt kept leaking, the fluids coating his cock with every stroke, making it glisten and swell even more in the moonlight.
"Good... good man... give it to me..." Lilly begged.
Hearing her plea, Peng couldn't hold back. He thrust hard from behind into her starving pussy, her walls cheering as they wrapped around his cock.
"Ah... oh... oh..."
With ease, Peng buried himself to the hilt, his swaying balls dangling beneath her soaked cunt, her lips gripping the base of his shaft.
Her pussy wasn't tight, having been thoroughly stretched by Wally's freakish, oversized cock. Peng's length could only just reach the edge of her womb, unable to plunge straight into her cervix like Wally's twenty-seven or twenty-eight-centimeter monster could. Wally's sharp tip was a battering ram, easily breaching her tender cervix with a little force, plunging into her womb and flooding its depths with cum and fluids.
"Oh... mm..."
But Lilly's pussy was already a sopping mess, and she moaned lewdly. Though her husband's cock didn't match Wally's awe-inspiring dominance, it was enough to scratch her itch.
Hearing her moans, Peng grabbed her swaying tits, his hips slamming into her wildly. His cock pistoned in and out of her drenched hole, her tender flesh answering his assault by sucking him in, as if trying to milk every drop of cum from his balls into her womb.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Good... so good!"
Lilly, lost in the moment, didn't care if her loud moans disturbed the night. Caught up in the throes of sex, she screamed without restraint, her massive, trained ass rocking back to meet him. When he pulled out, she thrust forward; when he slammed in, she shoved her fat hips back, her pussy eagerly clenching his veiny cock.
"Squelch squelch..."
"Slap slap... slap..."
"Good man, faster... faster..."
"Smack smack smack! Smack smack smack!"
The sound of his pelvis crashing against her plump ass echoed endlessly, the meaty slaps leaving her cheeks red from the force.
Under this intensity, their fucking stretched on for what felt like hours, lasting about four or five incense sticks' worth of time. Their groins were a muddy mess, their pubic hair matted with a mix of her juices and his precum. Her cum and fluids, churned by his relentless pounding, turned into a frothy white slime that clung to her spread labia and the base of his cock. Each thrust dragged out more droplets, the white mess growing thicker.
"Darling... you're so tight inside... don't... don't suck so hard..."
Their breathing grew heavier, Lilly's moans louder. Peng held his breath, feeling her pussy spasm, the suction intensifying. The inner walls came alive, gripping his shaft, and a sudden gush of cum sprayed from her depths, splashing his tip.
"Give it to me... good man... give it..." Lilly shook her massive tits, her millstone-sized ass grinding wildly, like a juicer determined to squeeze every drop from the cock inside her.
"Darling... I... I can't hold it... I'm gonna... shoot it in you!"
Peng couldn't take it anymore. With a few final, brutal thrusts, he buried himself deep, his cock swelling as his balls, dangling outside her cum-slicked cunt, unleashed a torrent. His tip pressed against her womb's edge, pulsing as semen shot from his slit, flooding her insides in a chaotic burst.
"Oh... oh... good man... you're shooting so much... it's so hot, I'm gonna burn up..."
Lilly's body quaked, her chest thrusting forward as if it might snap, her waist arching, her shoulders leaning back against Peng's. Like a bowstring pulled taut, her ass pressed hard against his hips, her lips sucking fiercely. Her womb mixed her cum with his seed, some flowing past her cervix into her fertile depths, some gushing out with her fluids along his shaft, spilling over her lips and his balls, dripping in thick, white globs to the ground, reeking of raw lust.
"Pop!"
"Ah..."
As his softening cock slipped out, the juice-drenched hole and tip made a wet sound, sending another shiver through Lilly. They both sighed, his limp cock dangling defeated over his balls.
"Darling, suck it for me."
Fresh from their romp, Lilly's eyes were hazy with lust, her demeanor lazy and exhausted, her legs too weak to stand. She shot him a playful glare at his request.
But obediently, she squatted down, her plump ass cheeks spreading. Her freshly fucked pussy glowed red, its swollen lips parting with her stance, revealing the tender flesh and inner lips within. Her clit twitched, still savoring the high.
Lilly stuck out her tongue, licking the steaming cock coated in a mix of his cum and her juices without a hint of disgust. She took it into her mouth, her lips clamping tight, her tongue swirling around the head and shaft, meticulously cleaning every trace of filth. She swallowed the blend of saliva, cum, and fluids, her throat bobbing as it went down.
Between her spread legs, her cum-stuffed pussy gaped slightly, the pink depths endless. Thick, white semen teetered at the edge, dangling between her thighs. As her asshole clenched and relaxed, her pussy opened and closed, spitting out globs of cum that dripped to the floor, a long white thread linking the puddle to her hole.
Finally, she licked his balls clean, lapping up the ring of cum and fluids without missing a drop. When she released his cock, a few white streaks lingered at the corner of her mouth. She gave Peng a coy smile, opening her mouth to show him.
Her dainty mouth was filled with his white semen, swirling between her lips and teeth. As her tongue danced, the translucent cum bubbled, forming a frothy foam on her palate. The stench of it filled her mouth, yet she reveled in it.
Peng's spent cock twitched, jumping like a dying fish fighting to revive, slowly stiffening again.
Lilly's eyes lit up with delight, sparking with seduction. She closed her lips, swallowed with a loud "gulp," then opened her mouth again to show it empty. She jiggled her waterbag-like tits, swaying enticingly, as if begging to be filled once more.
"You filthy slut, always begging for more..."
Peng smirked lewdly, his cock hardening further. He slapped her face with his half-erect shaft, making a "slap slap" sound.
"Peng, come in."
Wally's voice suddenly boomed from the room, startling the couple mid-flirtation. Peng hurriedly pulled up his pants, whispering to Lilly, "Wait for me in our room."
Peng adjusted his clothes and crept inside, while Lilly, naked, stumbled back to her room under the moonlight.
The room was extravagantly furnished, priceless antiques and paintings strewn carelessly about by Wally. At its center was a bed big enough for ten, where a mountain of fat, Wally himself, sat bathed in the glow of a night pearl, the room bright as day. He gazed obsessively at the thin white sock in his hand.
The thought of little princess Qing's budding figure, her youthful yet stunningly beautiful face, her slender, ivory-white legs more perfect than anything crafted by the heavens, far surpassed the vulgar whores he'd known.
"Once you've seen the ocean, no river compares; after Witch Mountain, all clouds pale."
That was Wally now. Having glimpsed Qing Jiang's unmatched allure, he could no longer stomach the black, shriveled cunts of brothel whores or the lust-drenched women in his courtyard.
Wally didn't bother scolding Peng and Lilly for their tryst outside. Still staring at the sock, he asked, "How's the task I gave you going?"
"Master, it's done," Peng replied. "The spirit silk from the Soul Ice Silkworm and Thousand Nether Spider has been sent to Thousand Machines Pavilion. I've hired their best weaver this year to ensure the finest silk stockings in the world for you. They'll be ready soon!"
"Hm." Wally nodded. "The sooner, the better. Spare no expense. By the way, how many pairs can this year's yield from the Soul Ice Silkworm and Thousand Nether Spider make?"
"About ten pairs or so."
"Good, then make ten!"
"Uh..." Peng hesitated, lowering his head. "What about the Azure Robe Sect?"
"Tell them the emperor requisitioned it. If they want answers, they can ask His Majesty."
"Yes, sir."
Meanwhile, Lilly walked naked back to her room. As she opened the door, another man grabbed her from behind, startling her.
"Heh heh, little lady, you were screaming so loud just now, I can't sleep tonight..."
It was Lai Mao, the mansion's cook.
"No... what are you doing... let me go..."
The lustful man groped Lilly's warm, wet pussy, feeling traces of Peng's cum. He pressed his foul mouth toward her for a kiss. Lilly turned her head, half-resisting, half-yielding, but soon their tongues tangled, his rough one teasing her tender one, saliva splashing with wet "smack smack" sounds.
Though Lilly's mouth carried the taste of cum, Lai Mao didn't care. He hoisted her up by the waist and tossed her onto the jade bed, eagerly stripping off his clothes.
"Hey, hey, my husband's coming back soon..."
"No worries! If he takes the front, I'll take the back..."
"Ah!"
Before Lilly could protest, a scorching cock plunged into her juicy pussy, the still-wet mix of fluids and cum silencing her objections as he thrust.
When Peng returned, he found Lilly kneeling on the bed, her lush lips wrapped around Lai Mao's cock, bobbing her head eagerly, while another man fucked her from behind.
Peng's anger flared, but then he saw Lilly's raised ass, thick cum dripping from her slit's center, her tender flesh pulsing like a hungry mouth. Clearly, this wild man had already shot a load into her belly.
His breathing quickened, lust overpowering jealousy and rage. He whipped out his cock and rammed it into Lilly's cum-drenched pussy.
"Squelch!"
"Ah..."
Lilly spat out the cock in her mouth, letting out a lewd cry. She turned to see Peng plowing her needy hole with fervor.
The night passed wordlessly, the sun rising high before the curtains fell.
Last night's storm of passion? A phoenix playing with two dragons.
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(A little taste, this smut's just an appetizer. Since these are side characters and extras, I wrote it casually. The heroines' scenes will be spicier, with more detail and care. Some of these side characters matter, some don't, no need to dwell on them. The main course needs slow crafting to become a masterpiece...)