Chapter 210 This Was a Mistake (R-18)
Chapter 210 This Was a Mistake (R-18)
Again, the matriarch spread her legs. Xinzi's lips curled up, and while maintaining eye contact, he lowered his meat-stick to Zi Yao's wet hole, pressing into her with one slow thrust.
"Ahhh...yes...there! You hit them all in one...gooo!" The matriarch's inner walls spread to take Xinzi's cock in, squelching on the shaft even as they sucked it in. The warm, moist and gripping pussy was a delight to Xinzi's cock.
But in an odd show of affection, as the matriarch's walls adjusted to fit Xinzi's girth, he lowered his lips on Zi Yao's forehead, giving her a tender kiss. The moment of immoral lust contrasted with Xinzi's kiss, making a mess of Zi Yao's mind. For a second, she blinked in confusion, but right afterward, Xinzi rotated his hips, moving his large cock up, down and around Zi Yao's walls, harassing her cunt with slow, tantalizing pleasure.
"Ohhh...bastard." Annoyed, Zi Yao cupped Xinzi's butt, pushing him faster into her lewd hole. Fears and distractions had vanished from her mind, enabling her cultivation base to strive towards the next level. Xinzi got the hint, yet moved at his own pace, controlling Zi Yao's pleasure, emotions and desires with a wolfish grin.
Taking Zi Yao's hands into his, Xinzi spread her arms on the ground, forcing her to stare in his eyes, even as she groaned in pleasure.
Little by little, our monk picked up the pace, kissing Zi Yao's cheeks and neck, and leaving his hickeys all over her upper body. His cock pumped in and out, cramming the slutty hole with more meat than it could handle.
Zi Yao's legs curled on Xinzi's waist, but as his speed went up, his cock rammed into her hole, and his balls smacked her ass cheeks, Zi Yao's trembling legs gave out—flailing in the air.
"Ohhh...yess...don't stop...oooh! Hateful...why are you sooo...aaah...goood!" In a haze of lust, Zi Yao couldn't control her mouth, moaning in bliss while her tongue stuck out, flicking over her lips as if savoring every second that Xinzi's cock pumped into her.
Her tunnels clamped on Xinzi's meat, vacuuming his shaft with obscene friction. But here, our monk flashed his delightful prey a dastardly smile, pushed the matriarch's legs down to her shoulders, then stopped—just holding his cock in the vise-grip hole.
"Ahh...why did you...stop?" Zi Yao gasped for breath, her hazy eyes lingering on Xinzi's face.
"Because, beautiful, I don't just want to fuck you. I have to mate, breed and seed you so completely that...in this life or another, you will never forget this moment," Xinzi said, and as his weight pushed on Zi Yao, he rose to his legs, bending the matriarch in the mating press.
Her eyes sparkled at this salacious move, her cunt relaxed, then tightened on Xinzi's shaft, begging it to plow. He didn't hesitate, plunging into Zi Yao with reckless abandon. The loud sounds of flesh clapping flesh spread through the cave walls. Zi Yao's tongue flopped out, hanging on the side while her hands clung on Xinzi's shoulders—holding on for dear life as our monk's thrusts rocked, rocked, and rocked some more the matriarch's lascivious body.
"Ohhh...fast...faster...too fast...ohhh!" Zi Yao's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her flailing legs trembling in an umpteenth orgasm. Xinzi didn't relent, breeding the matriarch till his cock tensed up and dumped liters of warm spunk straight into her womb. His seed spread to Zi Yao's eggs, fertilizing them without fail.
Still, Xinzi didn't stop, breeding and mating for hours, days, of blissful extinction.
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Unbeknown to Zi Yao, one week passed in a flash. Throughout that week, Xinzi bent her in all imaginable positions, filling even her unexplored ass with his meat and milk. Now standing over Zi Yao, Xinzi slammed into her butt-hole, pounding home with long thrusts while her much smaller body vanished underneath his herculean frame.
"Oooohh!" With one last grunt, Xinzi released the last jet of spunk—unloading in Zi Yao's ass. But as the matriarch's backdoor had been crammed full already, the cum oozed out her butt, spreading onto her ass cheeks and dripping onto the ground.
Mouth, face, chest, back, ass and cunt, as Xinzi rolled to the side, one could see that every inch of Zi Yao's body and orifices had been either basted or pumped full with thick cum.
Without distractions or obsessions to fetter her cultivation, Zi Yao broke through to Divine Transformation, approaching the mid-stage with great strides. Moreover, Xinzi's seed and Yang Qi had unforeseen effects on her Mutant Monster Core. Her left pupil remained a slit scarlet. But the right slit pupil reverted to a bright purple hue—reminiscing of the Zi bloodline she'd altered massively.
For three hours, Zi Yao lay in a stupor. Then, as if awakening from a long dream, she rose from the ground, her eyes sweeping the scene in shock and taking in the full measure of the perverse breeding session she'd spent an entire week in.
Subconsciously, Zi Yao's tasted the spunk on her lips. The honeyed milk taste electrified her body, but right afterward, she slapped herself, unable to believe that she'd just done that.
"Morning sunshine," Xinzi said, forcing Zi Yao to glance at her partner in crime. The herculean man lay on the side, his cheek resting on his palm as he watched the Yin Matriarch with an irresistible smile.
Zi Yao's loins stirred at that smile. But for once, she restrained herself.
"Oh nonono, no! What have I done? This was a mistake. A mistake caused by one moment of weakness. It will not happen again." Shaking her head in disbelief, Zi Yao picked herself from the ground, and unable to hold Xinzi's gaze, turned sideways—pulling a new dress out of her storage ring. Then she realized that, without a bath, she'd have to let Xinzi's milk dry on her skin before putting on that dress. Her brain fried up, and she stared at the dress, not knowing what to do.
"Alright."
"What?" Xinzi's prompt agreement added to Zi Yao's confusion. Our monk snapped his fingers, conjuring a cool wave of seven-colored energies that not only cleaned up the matriarch but also dressed her in a new set of black shirt and skin-tight pants.
"I'd love to pursue the relationship. But if you don't want to, there's nothing I can do. I was never one to coerce women into doing things against their will. We can go our separate ways, I will get the girls back, rebuild the White Immortal Sect, and hunt down the Bloodstone Patriarch. If you ever want to contact me, burn this, and I will find you," Xinzi said, placed one talisman in Zi Yao's hand, then stood up, vanishing from the scene.
The matriarch's heart skipped a beat. Why did Xinzi give up so fast, especially after the unforgettable week they'd just spent in one another's arms. Alarmed by her own train of thought, Zi Yao shook her head, and spread her Spiritual Sense out, trying to locate her creations.
She didn't find them, a frown twisting her riveting face. "Humph! Bloodstone Patriarch, if you think that without me, you can control them, you're sorely mistaken," Zi Yao said, then she too vanished from the scene. Little did she know that, all along, her abominations still populated the gorge, hidden by concealment formations.
Xinzi reappeared on the scene, standing beside Xue Yuanshao, who stroked his chin—perplexed by Xinzi's move.
"You sure about this one?"
"I need to let her marinate. She'll come back. She's already carrying my seed, and once she realizes that, in this world, only I can accept her, she'll be back on her own—reaching out for my love, and never letting go of the hand I will gracefully offer," Xinzi said, and with a wolfish grin, turned heels, heading deeper into the gorge.