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After surviving twenty years of a tumultuous life within the jianghu, Jiang Cheng has finally allowed herself a well-deserved vacation. She’s tired of the never-ending leers she receives for simply being a female Sect Leader. If not for the inescapable responsibility of singlehandedly carrying her Sect’s survival and prosperity, she would have opted out of politics long ago.
With that said, she has decided that her recovered Sect can manage two nights without her, and she is determined to make full use of that time for herself.
Exploring the remote forests of Yunmeng will grant her the privacy she desires after managing the affairs of others every day. Out here, nothing could possibly disturb her. No one would recognize her with her silken hair woven into a commonly styled braid and her usual attire omitted for a plain set of navy-blue robes that wrap tightly across her generous bosom, a flimsy attempt at providing support as she strides off towards her freedom.
Trekking the wilderness in hopes of locating a relaxing spot, Jiang Cheng is already dreaming of a stress-free vacation of secluded cultivation when something catches her attention. Located next to a clear stream is rare medicinal kelp she recognizes from ancestral records. Its healing properties will be especially beneficial for one of her recently sworn-in disciples, she recalls. It would certainly help them feel welcome in her mismatched family of orphans from the war.
Lowering herself to her knees, she stretches her hand towards the water—when Jiang Cheng detects a powerful surge of spiritual energy over her shoulder. She turns to repel whoever it is.
But it’s too late. She’s caught.
Something warm and malleable has coiled around her wrist, and when her gaze snaps down, she finds that an iridescent limb has attached itself to her. When flicking her wrist in alarm fails, Jiang Cheng makes to slice the transparent thing off her—until her other arm is seized, too.
“What the fuck!” Jiang Cheng yelps in surprise. A warm and heavy limb wraps around the circumference of her chest, pressing into her when she sucks in a startled breath, and before she can properly react, another surrounds her thin waist. “How dare you!” she exclaims, outraged.
Never in her life has Jiang Cheng ever been handled like this! So much for a stress-free time for herself. Just how many limbs does this creature possess?!
“Unhand me!” Jiang Cheng demands. Zidian sparks to life in response to her distress, but to her increasing horror, whatever creature that’s seized her seems to absorb the shock of vicious qi. Horrified, she feels it when the shimmering mass vibrates, as if in excitement. It has fully twisted around her entire figure within a span of a few seconds, possessive. Its pulsing heat seeps through her robes, warming her skin, and its strength is apparent when her wrists are snagged together in an impossibly tight grasp.
And then she’s being lifted completely into the air despite her angered shouts.
Before she knows it, Jiang Cheng is brought into a rocky alcove, plunged into darkness. The lack of visibility hardly slows her struggles when the creature that’s seized her doesn’t seem to have a form, or at least not one visible to the naked eye. It keeps shifting in shape and size whenever Jiang Cheng attempts to free herself, and her efforts are rendered useless. It’s like she’s tumbling within a large bundle of warm blankets made of silk that tangles around her body no matter how she tries to free herself.
Resisting is counterproductive, even, because the creature’s movements become increasingly frenzied in response to Jiang Cheng’s equally wild thrashing. More and more fleshy tentacle limbs make themselves known to her body, snaking around her limbs and winding firmly around her torso. She’s immediately surrounded, the large mass flush to her writhing body.
A question abruptly rises within Jiang Cheng’s mind: when has she ever been held before?
She can’t think of a single time.
“Let go,” Jiang Cheng tries, eyes round and starting to dampen with desperation. No matter what she does, the unyielding grasp around her simply shifts along with her, firmly attached. “What the hell is this?!”
Her sharp tongue and dogged ambition have always kept everyone around her at bay, especially men. Even if anyone tried to approach her, it was never hard to shake them off. Leaving Jiang Cheng utterly unused to being clung to so fiercely.
Jiang Cheng gasps when she realizes that all her struggling has only resulted in the loosening of her robes. The flushed pink flesh of her bare shoulders is gradually revealed, and Jiang Cheng tries to pull her arms towards herself, to cover her chaste body—but the warm tentacles swiftly beat her to it, eagerly slipping underneath to map the newly exposed plane of skin.
Conquering places where she’s never been touched before.
Struggling to process the violation she’s being subjected to, a litany of curses spew from her lips. The wretched creature must be deaf, continuing to pull her robes away without pause. Jiang Cheng can only watch through wet lashes as the entirety of her heaving chest spills out. Presented to the cool air of the dark cave, the raised points of her dark pink nipples come dangerously close to the heat radiating from the nearest tentacles before her.
“D-don’t! Ah, not there!” she moans in protest. The creature has employed two of its limbs to squeeze her ample breasts, curling around and kneading deeply until the round swells of plump flesh are pushed together. Despite her continued protests, her tits are relentlessly massaged, causing them to sway before her eyes. Her nipples become plump and erect—even before the ends of the tentacles begin to flick at the fat nubs. “No,” Jiang Cheng keens, embarrassed by the sight of her own body. “No, don’t…!”
When they truly start to toy with her perked up nipples, coiling tight to pinch and tug, Jiang Cheng jolts in surprise and whimpers confusedly from how acutely she feels it. The points of her breasts tingle and burn, sensitive beyond belief. The rosy buds darken from the abuse, pushed into the pillows of her breasts before they’re released, springing towards the creature to be played with again and again.
Disoriented, Jiang Cheng is helpless to stop it. She’s never even handled herself this way before. She’s never had the time or energy to, has barely even thought of doing so. Shocked silent by the intense sensations roving through her body, she’s never known just how lewd her body could be.
She has no control over how she flushes from head to toe in response to being held like this, a deep blush sweeping between the deep valley between her breasts. What’s worse, Jiang Cheng is clueless as to how she should respond.
She’s supposed to resist. She’s not supposed to enjoy being molested by whatever monster that’s captured her. She’s not supposed to moan and tremble, searching for more friction to rub against her blushing flesh.
The leakage and growing heat of her pussy is merely a physiological response. Jiang Cheng isn’t a kept whore in one of the brothels her disciples visit in town—she is a noble Sect Leader!
But Jiang Cheng is also a blossoming young lady, and she is quickly being made to learn the pleasure that comes from having her womanly parts caressed.
As her thoughts race, overwhelmed by the onslaught of new sensations to her body, she desperately tries to ignore how her breasts are being kneaded into and squeezed, but when she attempts to protect her torso, her movements cause the tentacles to latch onto her even more fiercely.
“Ah! No…!” she whines, squeezing her eyes shut. She has to bite down on her lips, too. The spiritual creature is making her want to wail from how the tentacle relentlessly drags over her nipples, the friction causing them to throb hotly against its firm appendage. It makes her want to push her chest out to allow her captor to grope her even more.
Her nipples pulsate, driving Jiang Cheng insane with the need to rock her body, hoping that the bounce of her tits will cause her nipples to collide more intensely with the wild thrashing of the tentacles. “Please,” she desperately chokes out, restlessly squirming in place as best as she can. Oh, if she were to be released to move as she wished, she would be able to freely chase her pleasure…
Jiang Cheng has long resigned herself to never being married, let alone bear children. What man would want her? After believing her whole life that she would never be loved this way… Would it really be so wrong of her to enjoy how it feels to be touched like this for once?
It’s not her fault that it feels so good to have her womanly assets worshipped and pleasured. Jiang Cheng can’t help it that her heart races with anticipation when more tentacles arise to take advantage of her halfhearted struggles. The outline of the beast glimmers with the rare rays of light streaming into the cave, allowing her to watch as its limbs drag down the center of her chest, wedging themselves between her heaving breasts. They traverse the curved arch of her tapered torso. Down to reach between her wide hips.
It does give her pause when the tentacles begin to draw closer to her virginal cunt, however, right underneath her watch. Is she really going to submit her womanhood to this creature?
“D-don’t,” Jiang Cheng unconsciously whimpers, tilting her pelvis away. She means to pull back, suddenly feeling so exposed now that the tentacles have completely stripped her bare of her robes. They’ve unraveled them like she’s a long-awaited prize to be feasted upon. And Jiang Cheng can’t ignore how her pussy is now displayed, exposed and so easy to access.
When a pair of thick limbs hook around the insides of her thighs, Jiang Cheng yelps in surprise. Her cry pitches higher when the beast swiftly yanks her downwards. A loud slap echoes off the rocky walls when her ass lands heavily against the large mass of its spiritual form, causing Jiang Cheng to gasp, the meat of her thighs quaking from the impact. Without pause, a second pair of tentacles loops around the backs of her knees to draw them up into the air, even coiling up to her ankles to pin her legs wide apart for the monster to continue its thorough exploration of her, searching for its goal.
A hot slide travels down the length of her thigh, and her toes reflexively curl and twitch in the air from the nerve-wracking shivers shooting down her spine. She knows what’s coming next, but Jiang Cheng still cries out in vain when the tentacles reach for her offered cunt. “Stop!” she cries, watching with tearful eyes.
Ignoring her protests, a hot tentacle immediately ruts between her plump lips, sliding upwards to catch against the sensitive bud. Jiang Cheng begins to sob as she involuntarily bucks her hips, reacting to the spikes of intensity. She swears to herself that it’s only a primal instinct.
Her captor must have been anticipating such a reaction from her. She’s held fast so that her efforts only result in repeatedly grinding up against the length of its thick tentacle, making her writhe even more. “Ah! Oh, please,” Jiang Cheng brokenly moans, shaking uncontrollably. “S-stop…”
The repeated bursts of startling friction renders Jiang Cheng into a drooling mess, eyes hooded, so disoriented by the foreign assault of pleasure to a place she’s never dared to fondle before. She had been made to believe that the right to enjoy her cunt only belonged to a single man, her husband, but now…
Jiang Cheng trembles and continues to mewl from the high of having her rapidly swelling clit played with. She had been told about the miracles of a woman’s body by her teenaged friends in the past, but back then, she had turned her head with disinterest.
How could she have ever imagined being deflowered like this? If she had known that it would feel this good, she would have picked a worthy bachelor to serve her just like this.
But all Jiang Cheng has is a two-day long vacation. She might as well enjoy this while she can. Thoroughly.
Just like her nipples, her pussy begins to throb, too, and she’s already aching for more. She can’t resist. No matter her name, status, or loveless fate, Jiang Cheng is helpless when it comes to base pleasure.
She might always live and breathe for her Sect, but right now… Jiang Cheng is on vacation. Whatever she occupies herself with is solely meant to satisfy her desires. These two nights are for her to enjoy.
“More,” Jiang Cheng wetly begs, her voice melty and languid. “Harder! I need more…!”
She whines to herself when she receives no response, the beast continuing to play with her body however it deems necessary. Her frustration over being restrained returns tenfold, now for a very different reason. This Sect Leader has grown used to always being in control, and now she is at the mercy of a depraved monster.
It won't even fuck her the way she wants it to.
She wholeheartedly welcomes the second tentacle that has joined in to thrust between the spread wide lips of her swollen pussy. The first continues to lash against her sensitive clit, a reliable source of joy. Each time the beast glides along her folds, the thrusting limb becomes increasingly coated by the sticky fluid leaking from her entrance. And each time it pushes past and over it; Jiang Cheng can feel herself clenching down with anticipation—with need.
It’s the first time she’s ever felt this maddening hunger. She urgently needs something buried deep inside her, filling her up to make it better. She knows this acutely, instinctively, even though she’s never had anything inside her before. She just knows that it’s the only thing that will grant her relief.
It’s also the first time she’s ever been aware of how she can draw her inner muscles tight on her own will, hoping to suck something hot inside, and this only makes her desperation grow. She’s completely unused to it, and yet Jiang Cheng finds herself desperately trying to guide the thick hot column to her entrance by clenching the puckered lips of her dripping wet cunt with each pass, tempting it where she wants it: inside her.
Jiang Cheng is aching so much inside! She’s burning up. There’s a desperation and heat rapidly building up between her hips, somewhere inside her, and Jiang Cheng needs that place to be fucked into, just as the rest of her body is being slapped and tugged and claimed.
“Fuck,” she groans out, long and deep. “Toying with me, you fucking—hah! Ooh, fuck!” Jiang Cheng squeals in delight.
The tentacle finally, finally catches against the eager pucker of her opening and rapidly thrusts into her, impossibly deep. Jiang Cheng wails from her shock and overwhelm, suddenly being made to feel so much by what’s been shoved inside her. She didn’t expect to be entered so easily— and so quickly! Her voice pitches high as her entire body shudders and grows taut, reacting to her delicate entrance being forcefully slammed into and split wide at once.
“Aah! Ah, ah,” Jiang Cheng gasps and moans, her noises frantic and hoarse. The tentacle is relentlessly barreling into her, pulling back a couple of inches just to drill through her spasming walls again. The beast’s fat limb has only one purpose, pushing into her throbbing depths deeper and deeper, made easy by the way Jiang Cheng’s pussy eagerly sucks on it, grasping tight. She can’t help it. “More, ah,” Jiang Cheng whines, head thrown back in pleasure, lips slack around her grunts and mewls. “More, more—"
She can’t focus on anything else—only the sensation of having her pussy broken into, slapping her slutty lips into a dark pink, making her so sensitive that she can feel how her inner walls are coated with her liquid lust, her slick ejected from within her each time the tentacle forces its way inside.
She can’t get enough of it. Just as Jiang Cheng was born into a body meant to be fucked and bred, this monster plows into her spasming cunt like fucking her raw is its sole purpose of existing.
She has to wonder whether it’s supposed to be this good. It can’t be possible for sex to feel any better than this. Does it really matter who or what is making her feel this way? She just needs something hard and thick to bury into her.
The moment she strings together these thoughts, interrupted each time her body is rocked by the jarring thrusts, Jiang Cheng is proven wrong. It does get better.
It catches her off guard, the rapid rise of pressure and heat and lust, all of it firing off, centered deep between her hips. The ravenous beast is carving a path within her, holding her walls wide apart, feeding a maddening heat somewhere so deep inside her that Jiang Cheng can only cry from it. And even if she wanted to resist how her body is being held, torso curved into the air as she heaves and sobs for breath, the beast refuses to let her flinch away by more than an inch.
All Jiang Cheng can do is surrender to the crescendo of overwhelming sensation that completely takes over her.
The spiritual beast must know exactly what it’s doing to her. Just as her slack lips begin to part around a scream, a fat tentacle pushes right into her mouth, forcing her to swallow its wide girth. Effectively gagged, all that leaves her are her muffled little whimpers each time her cunt is rammed into. The beast must be intentionally toying with her, curling heavily around her bobbing throat and constricting lightly, perhaps wanting to keep her quiet for the rest of its ploy, not wanting any interruptions from the outside world.
Jiang Cheng is mindless to such worries. Her thrashing has returned to full strength, driven by the electrifying explosions of pleasure bursting through her core, intensifying each time the inner muscles of her cunt contract, squeezing so hard that she sees stars. The rapid thrust of the tentacle has been slowed by how tightly she grips it—sucking it deeper inside. Because even as the first orgasm of Jiang Cheng’s life grants a profound wash of tingling pleasure along every last inch of her, there’s something that continues to exist within her, greedy for more.
That clawing hunger sharply rises the second the beast gives a tug and slips out of her fluttering cunt despite her desperate grasp. A pained whine pushes past the tentacle filling her mouth, utterly lost from the shocking sensation of her pussy being empty.
She can almost still feel it, how it had felt to have her swelling flesh pounded into and molded into a willing recipient of cock, even when she’s left gaping and dripping wet. Before Jiang Cheng’ desperation can rise again, her thoughts too slow to catch up, the tentacles coiled around her limbs and torso swiftly turn her over.
She’s placed onto her front, onto her hands and spread knees. And just like that, she’s being stuffed full again.
Jiang Cheng would wail if she could. From sheer relief and delight. As long as she’s being fucked, she’s satisfied and pliant with whatever position the beast demands of her.
Jiang Cheng tenses and shudders when the beast slips out of her once more, but only to immediately reenter her with a completely different size and shape. She jolts in surprise, her hips shaking in the air as she struggles to adjust to the limb penetrating her throbbing cunt. It’s rock hard and pulsating just as much as her own clit does. Not only that, it’s much thicker than the first one, stretching and scraping against her tensing muscles each time it shoves itself deep, short circuiting her already frazzled thoughts.
The possibility of resisting has long fled Jiang Cheng’s lust filled mind. Her flushed face resting upon the cross of her arms, her hooded eyes have become unfocused. The tentacle gagging her must have withdrawn at some point, but the noises leaving her hoarse throat remain languid and soft. Most telling of all, Jiang Cheng doesn’t question at all how the limbs wrapped around her waist and thighs keep her positioned with her hips and cunt tilted up, presenting her to the whims of the insatiable beast.
If she were in her clear mind, never would she ever allow herself to be kept in such a vulnerable stance, back turned to a predator with her prized womanhood completely exposed. But now, Jiang Cheng’s only response is to moan from how she is being devoured, even rocking herself as much as she can to impale herself in time with the thrusts invading her most guarded place.
Another hard shudder grips her, a spike of anticipation seizing her when several more limbs join in on mapping her split apart cunt. A confused whine escapes her when it feels like her inner lips are being pried apart by them. “What are you doing…” Jiang Cheng half-heartedly complains, annoyed more than anything else that she’s being distracted from her newfound bliss.
The intentions of the ravenous creature soon become apparent when the head of a second hot limb is introduced to her cunt, nudging alongside the first tentacle. It almost hurts, its reckless attempts to push into her, shoving against her already slapped pink lips.
“There’s no way,” she tries to tell the beast, wishing that it would go back to its dedicated pursuit of her pleasure. “Cut it out…!”
But the next time that she involuntarily draws tight, the beast somehow times itself perfectly—and Jiang Cheng is frantically crying out her entrance suddenly gives way—so that the second limb is sucked right in with the hungry clench of her cunt.
“Ah! It hurts!” Jiang Cheng sobs out, eyes flinching shut, but she’s ignored yet again. Her protests are snuffed out, her mouth smothered, shoved forwards from the force plowing into her. “Don’t,” she weakly whines, already missing her blissed out state.
When the beast finally decides to alter its pace, the fierce friction dragging within her cunt has almost numbed Jiang Cheng out, as if her body simply can’t process being subjected to this anymore. She feels rubbed raw and used. But that all changes the instant the tentacles start to take turns.
The first tentacle pulls back, keeping its widely tapered tip within her, as if securing its position while the second pistons forward. Like this, Jiang Cheng is constantly filled to the brim, making it difficult for her to tell which cock is being shoved into her. No, all she can do is receive. The rapid alteration of shape and strength of the two tentacles consumes her completely, wiping out her resentful thoughts. Nothing exists besides the sheer intensity of how her sensitive, swollen pussy is being taken. All she feels is the maddening heat.
That is until the creature decides to introduce her body to yet another new sensation. The sensation of being filled by the hot release of the spiritual beast that mercilessly shoves its thick fluids deep into her cunt.
Jiang Cheng is stunned. By the audacity of this beast but mostly from the arousal of being irrefutably claimed by the seed entering her fertile womb.
Surely it won’t actually impregnate her? “You wouldn’t dare,” Jiang Cheng weakly growls, her voice lacking its usual threat. Because as she waits on the feeling of being rapidly filled with its hot release, Jiang Cheng can’t help the way she goes wholly limp, driven by the instinctual need to accept its claim.
She moans when the cocks inside her are replaced by a single cock that is heavy and wide enough to stretch her even further. But the hot slick coating her walls removes any resistance, any friction, ensuring that the beast has free reign over her, as if it’s not already enough that her cunt is battered and pliant to the round and hard shape at the fat base nudging against her entrance.
The only thing Jiang Cheng can do is whimper from the unforgiving pressure, from the clawing heat of being stretched wider and wider as the knot persistently pressed into her. “It’s too much,” she thinly keens, her voice wet and weak from the drool fucked past her gaping lips. What more does this beast want from her? Hasn’t it already taken her completely?
Apparently not. Everything the beast does proves that its desired receptacle must accept everything it penetrates her with—even what feels like a large and healthy goose egg. Its shell is round and hot to touch, wedged against her sore inner walls, the egg pumped out from the thick shaft that has been rutting within Jiang Cheng’s cunt, preparing her for its imminent release all along.
“No,” Jiang Cheng sobs, dizzy from the realization that the monster truly meant to breed her from the start. “How dare—Nngh, fuck!”
Jiang Cheng frantically cries when she feels an intense lurch.
The hard cock pounds into her relentlessly, shoving what could only be its egg deeper into her canal, deaf to Jiang Cheng’s frantic cries. Her noises abruptly cut off when the beast gives a final thrust, burying so deep that all Jiang Cheng feels next is a large burst of heat pushed into her belly and she’s coming just like that, her voice cracking when she shouts.
When Jiang Cheng returns to herself, she’s still panting hard around the pool of saliva wetting her mouth and lips, disoriented by the sensation of fullness that makes itself known within her belly. It weighs down against her navel, almost swaying from her movements—jostled back and forth on her knees, hovering above the spiritual creature’s huge mass.
The weight and heat deposited into her feels foreign and alarming but when Jiang Cheng mindlessly brings her hand to herself to palm over the slight mound, the Sect Leader is seized by a full-bodied shudder that makes her go weak and her head to spin.
And then she’s jerked awake by that sensation again, made to feel it so acutely when the beast pumps another large egg into her cunt. It doesn’t even wait for it to be shoved deep before it churns out a third, stuffing her full to bursting with a procession of eggs.
That’s all Jiang Cheng remembers before another mind-shattering orgasm rams through her sore cunt. The burst of intensity peaks at the same time that the egg is deposited right into her awaiting womb. She feels it drop.
The canal of her cunt contracts as she comes—naturally drawing the next egg deep. As if she was meant for this. It nudges against the abused inner entrance of her womb, and Jiang Cheng distantly hears a desperate wail. Right before she blacks out again.
Until the next egg wakes her. And the next.
It’s like the spiritual creature’s mission is to make Jiang Cheng well aware that she’s being bred and mated, not allowing her a single minute of rest. Fluttering in and out of consciousness, all Jiang Cheng knows is the tantalizing aching heat that continuously builds and swells within her, the delicious friction from her cunt being fucked and used, the all-consuming sensation of having her womb filled each time she comes.
Within the confines of the rocky cave, time doesn’t seem to exist anymore. When Jiang Cheng drowsily opens her eyes at some point, she finds her stomach bulging out and round, the skin stretched thin when she sleepily brings her palm to its protruding center. A heavily pregnant state that she never through she would ever experience in her loveless life.
Instead of feeling horrified, however, all Jiang Cheng feels is relief. Because the monster has finally deemed her adequately filled out and she’s allowed to simply lay with it.
Its tangle of warm limbs covers her body in its loose wrap, protective of its clutch and the woman bearing it. So possessive of her, one thick cock remains buried deep to plug her cunt. Placed on her side, knees tucked towards her heavy center, every little movement adds pressure against her inner walls before a reliable wave of warm pleasure greets her.
Jiang Cheng thoughtlessly sucks on the hard shape lodged within her. For her compliance, the spiritual creature rewards Jiang Cheng with lazy thrusts, eager to keep her docile. She doesn’t mean to fall asleep like this, but her sweetly aching cunt is filled with heat and her body is being slowly lapped at with pleasure, coaxing her into a sense of security.
The only thing capable of rousing Jiang Cheng from her deeply relaxed state is the feeling of a heavy egg dropping against the inner gate of her womb. She’s never felt such a sensation before, her insides suddenly gripped by an intense pressure.
She’s still trying to make sense of the feeling when she’s startled fully awake when the beast turns her onto her back. “Ah! What now?” she keens hoarsely. She means to release an agitated growl, but a rare stream of light momentarily illuminates the cavern at an angle. Jiang Cheng’s eyes grow round from the huge mass of spiritual energy already hovering over her prone form. As if it were waiting for this exact moment. “You—”
The spiritual beast swarms her. It unceremoniously thrusts into her still stretched out cunt, vigourous enough to extract a trailing wail from its captive. “No, no more,” Jiang Cheng cries out, panicking at the thought of having even more eggs injected into her already bursting womb. She can’t possibly carry any more of them!
But even that concern is obliterated when the monster’s cock drills so deeply that it feels like its attempting to split open her cervix, and the force of its thrust jostles the eggs within her. Jiang Cheng can feel them shifting around and she whimpers from the dizzying pressure of an egg nudging directly against her inner entrance.
A startling hot throb returns to the sensitive points of her body, matching her racing heart. The startling pressure weighing down on the inner entrance of her vagina is unignorable. Because it’s the exact point that burns and tingles the most, causing Jiang Cheng to restlessly writhe around the cock piercing her.
But even more than the rapidly swelling rise of pressure is the maddening urge that seizes Jiang Cheng. The only thing she wants to do right now, inexplicably, is to bear down and push.
Oh, it’s as if the monster can sense her desires and stills its thrusts—keeping its cock nudged against her cervix instead. The wide girth of its cock head gives her something to focus on when she squeezes down, mewling from how tightly her cunt constricts around the thick limb spearing her apart. It feels as if the tight ring of flesh is kissing the hot tip of the monster’s cock.
Jiang Cheng’s body starts to respond in kind, a physiological drive taking over her. Soon, she’s gripped by involuntary contractions that have her deliriously moaning around the monster’s cock, mindlessly thrashing her hips to bring on flares of friction to her inner walls. She becomes utterly consumed by the newfound pleasure of fucking her own cervix apart and it continues to crest when the first egg finally descends into the aching canal of her cunt.
Jiang Cheng screams from the burst of sensation. Her eyes roll from the orgasm crashing through her. She feels rubbed raw on the inside but instead of wanting everything to stop, Jiang Cheng only wants more. She continues to push down, easing the egg out bit by bit while she sobs from how its firm shell rubs against her sore walls as it passes.
By the time that it reaches her swollen red entrance, Jiang Cheng is moaning from the sensation of a second egg dropping into position, already threatening to force through the entrance of her womb to reach the hot vice of her convulsing cunt. She can feel the eggs shifting every time she desperately bears down, crying out from the stimulation to the sensitive flesh around her opening.
Flying a hand between the obscene spread of her knees, Jiang Cheng groans from relief when her fingertips meet the smooth surface of the egg wedging her open. She needs it out before she has two points of assault to contend with. And as she thinks this, she whines from the way the beast begins to prod at the rim of her stretched thin lips, greeting its offspring.
At this point, Jiang Cheng can’t tell if the monster is attempting to help her or not. The rest of its limbs simply hold her, supporting her weight as she heaves and bears down. When the egg crests to its widest point, rubbing against the insides of her flushed inner thighs, Jiang Cheng is still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure swimming through her from the continuous pressure to her G-spot. The egg pushes so insistently against the fleshy spot within her, providing the most delicious and intense friction she’s ever felt thus far.
She sobs from the loss when the first egg finally leaves her with an intense gush of slick that soaks between her legs and splashes when the egg lands. Before Jiang Cheng can even start to recover, the second egg rapidly descends as well, eased by gravity and the rapid flutter of her spasming cunt. It soon crowns, faster and smoother than the first, and another mind shattering orgasm barrels through Jiang Cheng as she births yet another large egg. When it rolls into her line of sight, past the balloon of her pregnant belly, she swears its grown in size from the time it was injected into her.
At the brink of passing out, Jiang Cheng slumps against the central mass of the spiritual creature and pants for air, biting her lips as her hand rises to stroke her still-protruding belly. Just how many eggs have been fit inside her ready-to-burst womb? She is so distended that in this position, her breasts spill down to rest against her heaving belly, her nipples engorged and stiff from previous abuse. They’re aching, a dark red.
Blankly staring at the state of her body, Jiang Cheng becomes restless, as if a part of her is signaling how wrong this situation is. Caught, she does nothing as a pair of tendrils surround her chest, caressing her breasts in a familiar manner, as if summoned by her thoughts.
But that trace of concern is swiftly dashed when a single contraction brings another egg into position. A switch instantly flips. Already moaning, Jiang Cheng braces her bare feet on the rocky floor and presses down on her belly, ready to do everything necessary to push it out. That dizzying pressure is already mounting, and she feels like she’s going to burst. She does—with a scream and twin jets of milk streaming from the engorged points of her breasts as she comes from the force of it.
Oh, her body must truly think that she’s been impregnated and ready to nourish her newly birthed kin. Her tits are leaking a sweet, fatty substance, and Jiang Cheng drowsily licks her lips as she shudders, already clenching down on the egg wedding apart her inner walls. It feels so good.
She was made for this, Jiang Cheng distantly realizes while giving birth to the rest of the beast’s clutch.
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When Jiang Cheng is roused again, the first thing she is aware of is the round and bursting state of her belly. It confuses her.
The last thing she remembers is the immense joy and relief she had felt when she had finally evicted the last egg that had been forcefully fucked into her. She had watched it squirm by her ankle, the blasted creature already vigorous and ready to conquer its surroundings. And then she had passed out from exhaustion.
Her pregnant state is undeniable, her belly swaying from the thrust of cock Jiang Cheng is being subjected to. Yet she doesn’t have the mind to resist the crashes of pleasure tickling her insides. Already fucked out, she’s only preoccupied by the possibility of becoming addicted to this. So sated and full, Jiang Cheng can’t even feel angry at the beast for impregnating her again without her notice. She might even be impressed.
Now that’s she’s experienced how it feels to be egg-heavy and conditioned to cum each time an egg is ejected from the hot clench of her pussy, how can she go on without? At the very least, she will need to always have something hard and thick thrusting into her with the promise of being bred thereafter.
Her cheeks burn red from her arousal, and Jiang Cheng doesn’t feel ashamed of the slippery wet squelches that are produced from the repeated slaps to her cunt. All she does is wantonly moan, trembling with lust as she feels the first descent of her second clutch.
Drowning from the ecstasy of having her entire body molested and claimed, Jiang Cheng’s eyes roll from the predictable wave of heat that quickly slams into her, brought on by the urgent fuck of the monster’s cock that spurs on her full-bodied contractions until there’s a fat egg crowning through the swollen opening of her stretched cunt.
It’s no longer a question that she is addicted to this.
Once the creature decides that Jiang Cheng has been adequately filled by yet another belly full of its offspring, the wrap of its limbs releases her naked form. Equally sated, Jiang Cheng is left in a post-euphoric drowsy state as she lazily strokes her round, pregnant belly.
This time, she remembers how the beast had mated with her. Because waking to an empty womb and cunt had been jarring, and she felt compelled to rise onto her hands and knees, hips lifted like a dog in heat expecting to be mounted. She had reached her hand behind herself and grabbed hold of the nearest tentacle. She had directed its meaty head to the gaping mouth of her pussy and jerked until the beast resumed its singular purpose of breeding her full again.
With an idle hum, the young woman notes that she feels even heavier than the last two times the monster had bred her. Not only has the beast stretched her cunt to its shape, has it also stretched out the capacity of Jiang Cheng’s womb?
She’s imagining the next time she’ll be made to give birth to the monster’s fully developed eggs when a bright violet light sparks just above the protrusion of her belly. Jiang Cheng blinks her hooded eyes and recognizes Zidian resting around her ring finger, alerting her with little zaps. Zidian distracts her from her thoughts of how long it will be until she’s being fucked to oblivion again—long enough for Jiang Cheng to realize that if she remains within the tentacles’ hungry grasp, her womb will be endlessly used until she’s utterly exhausted. Or maybe it will continue to use her cunt as it pleases, even if she’s unconscious, weak, or at the brink of death.
Jiang Cheng can’t even tell how many nights she’s spent like this, being caught up in the monster’s whims. “I have to return to my Sect,” she slowly murmurs to herself. She has responsibilities to her family and her disciples, all of whom rely on her for their livelihoods.
But the temptation of nestling further into the monster’s warm embrace lingers within her. She could so easily continue to bask in this endless bliss. The pleasure that has been stoked to exist within the fullness of her body spikes deliciously when her gaping cunt gives a weak flutter, a reminder of how it simply makes sense to keep herself fucked full of seed and fertile eggs.
Moaning as she does, Jiang Cheng wills herself to turn over onto her front, onto her hands and knees. Yet again she is reminded of how natural it feels to offer up the most vulnerable and sensitive place of her body, positioned with her knees held wide. And when Jiang Cheng shifts forward, oh, the heavy eggs nestled inside rock with her movements, too.
They roll within her to nudge against the opening of her womb, already wanting to slip out to wedge open her cunt, and Jiang Cheng can’t help herself. She gyrates her naked hips in the air, whimpering as her waist softens with the addictive heat building within her. All of it brought forth by the weight and pressure of the eggs stimulating her battered cervix from the inside.
She has become so sensitive within two nights, ready to shatter and cum at any second from the slightest stimulation to her loins. When Jiang Cheng returns to her senses, she’s gone limp with her cunt raised, still squeezing tight with each rhythmic burst of heat and tingling pleasure. Moaning softly, she has to swallow thickly and catch her breath before she rises once more, her swollen lips parted and shiny with drool.
It's torturous, forcing herself to crawl forwards, forcing herself to not give in and pause, so tempted to jump the nearest tentacle beneath her, secretly wishing that the beast would spring to attention from her pitiable noises and take her once more. But the beast must have spent itself, not reacting to its prey crawling out of its nest to reach the evening air outside of the cavern’s mouth.
Jiang Cheng hesitates there, her knees digging into the rock bed, terribly missing the fleshy cushion of the beast beneath her while being subjected to such brutal spurts of frenzied mating. But Zidian continues to spark against her cooling skin, urging her back to reality, inch by inch.
She needs to go home.
Already out of breath, Jiang Cheng is forced to rest as she gathers her resolve. Sitting on the backs of her bare feet, the young Sect Leader is finally upright after who knows how long of being placed in such prone positions. As her thoughts start to clear and sharpen with the cool brushes of evening air washing over her naked form, she surveys her surroundings until she spots her qiankin pouch on the floor nearby. It must have been ripped off her person along with the rest of her clothes at the beginning of this brazen encounter.
It’s not long before Jiang Cheng is moving through the motions of dressing herself. Her robes barely manage to remain tied shut with her new addition of a fully pregnant belly, but there is no use for modesty right now.
Her final struggle comes when Jiang Cheng rises to her feet. A loud cry immediately bursts out from her hoarse throat when the eggs drop against her abused cervix, their combined weight threatening to force her battered gate to give way right then and there. And as several agonizing seconds pass of intense stimulation, her insides clenching tight in waves, Jiang Cheng has to wonder if she will have to birth them right there, slumped against the rock wall. It might even be easier that way if this is how she will be subjected to with each step she takes during the journey home.
But something warns against it just seconds before the immense pressure between her hips finally lessens, and Jiang Cheng groans with renewed relief as she is only left with a warm, heavy ache. Cupping her swollen belly with both hands, she takes her first tentative steps on her feet. The mere spread of her legs as she walks causes her clutch to roll about, never allowing her to ignore her pregnant state.
Full-bodied shudders travel through Jiang Cheng every now and then, causing her to swoon and take breaks. Her mouth remains slack around her quiet whimpers, each step tantalizing and torturous. From pleasure. Every part of her is so sensitive that every little movement stimulates her, making her want to squeeze her cunt, craving to have her walls forced to near bursting again.
The sensation of having her cunt empty while her womb remains full drives Jiang Cheng utterly insane.
The return to Lotus Pier is a complete blur, its Sect Leader dazed and lusty from the clawing need to come. Jiang Cheng doesn’t even remember being greeted by her awaiting disciples, passing the training field to reach her private chambers, nor of how she becomes undressed again. What fully draws her back to her trembling body is the acute need to push as an unbearable pressure seizes her lower half again.
She’s already submerged in a warm bath of water that’s been prepared for her at some point. Her contractions have begun with perfect timing. Jiang Cheng carelessly holds her legs spread wide with both hands, just as the spiritual creature had done to her, uncaring of the slapped pink marks still displayed along the undersides of her pale flesh. Rather, she’s focused on gaining access to her throbbing cunt, already whining under her breath from how long her clutch of eggs has been teasing her from the inside out.
Already exhausted, she hangs her calves off the edges of the wooden tub to free her hands, slumped back in her seat as she lazily rubs her distended belly. Head lolled back, eyes bleary with need, her other hand remains occupied, frantically rubbing her clit in mad circles while she mindlessly sways her hips in circles underwater to find orgasm.
Within two days, that cursed beast has conditioned Jiang Cheng to expect near instant gratification, orgasm after orgasm rippling through her in powerful waves. Leaving her now adrift and sobbing without the reliable pleasure of having her pussy fucked.
She already misses it so badly.
Trying to gain satisfaction from shoving her fingers inside her needy pussy—Jiang Cheng doesn’t even try it. She simply writhes by herself, whimpering from the spikes of heat and friction over her swollen clit, unconsciously bearing down and squeezing her empty cunt, desperately wishing to be filled up again.
Jiang Cheng knows that her only relief will come from birthing her eggs. Her slack mouth is already watering from imagining the heavy weight and round shape of her eggs bullying apart the canal of her sore cunt.
She wants to cum so badly after being edged for the entire duration of her journey home. But it’s impossible to replicate the mind-shattering pleasure that only her cursed spiritual creature can bring to her. Without its molestation of her waist and tits, and without the monstrous fucking to encourage the passage of the eggs from her fucked out cunt, Jiang Cheng can only struggle in vain by herself to bear down and birth its offspring.
Finding the best position within the bathtub is just as laborious, what with the shocks of heat and pleasure that comes with every movement to interrupt Jiang Cheng’s focus, rendering her into a weak mess. She comes close to slipping a couple of times before she settles with squatting over the tub, groaning from how the spread of her knees distributes all of the weight of her heavy belly and the clutch of eggs to the center of her pelvis. Her toes scrape over the wooden surface of the tub, curling and twitching as she bears down.
It finally does the trick. “Oh,” Jiang Cheng groans out with relief. “Oh, please!” she needily whines.
Jiang Cheng brokenly sobs the moment the first egg descends. From relief and the orgasm quaking through every inch of her entire body. As if on cue, the contractions kick up in strength and frequency to help her along, continuing even as Jiang Cheng goes limp after the second passage of an egg. Her body has grown so used to going into labour, and Jiang Cheng has grown to yearn for it.
The series of orgasms that surge through her wave after wave only serve to reinforce her addiction. She is utterly swept away by it all, so much so that her third labour passes in a haze, endless but ending too quickly, simply leaving Jiang Cheng spent and gaping with a pile of eggs accompanying her in the bathtub.
Utterly exhausted, Jiang Cheng tiredly makes a note to destroy all of the eggs when she wakes up in the morning. She can’t have Lotus Pier being terrorized by a bunch of tentacles monsters. No matter how much she already misses being exploited by its ravenous assault.
As the master of Lotus Pier, she can’t continue this hedonism. What kind of Sect Leader would she be?
Jiang Cheng opens her eyes the next morning, woken by the ache within the depths of her sore cunt. She’s already drenched and leaking with slick, her body expectant and willing to be thrust into and filled. Jiang Cheng moans to herself and shifts over her bedcovers, pressing her slick thighs together as her inner walls reflexively draw tight, searching for the sensation of being stretched apart by cock and impregnated the very second she wakes.
When she forces herself to sit up in bed, Jiang Cheng outright keens from it, shuddering from the gush of hot slick that trickles out of her. Her body has become so lewd.
The decorated wooden pillow she had been resting her head upon just seconds ago is now being used to rut Jiang Cheng’s throbbing pussy against. Head thrown back with her frustrated moans, Jiang Cheng urgently works her hips back and forth, grinding against the smooth lacquered surface of the headrest. It’s a touch too wide, spreading her puffy lips, but it’s curved dip allows her to sink down until it’s directly rubbing against her needy little clit.
“Ah, more,” Jiang Cheng is panting, desperately pawing at her sore breasts. They feel heavier than ever, and she realizes that she hadn’t bothered to milk herself last night before succumbing to exhaustion.
It hadn’t seemed important at the time. Ever since she stepped foot out of that cave, nothing compares to the pleasure she had experienced day and night with that wretched beast. Her noises of pleasure are mixed with muttered curses when a tentative knock sounds from the doors of her bed chambers. “What,” she answers with an impatient groan, eyes squeezed shut.
“Zōngzhǔ, you’re awake? You asked me to prepare a list of dues for you to review on the first morning of your return... Over the week, it’s grown quite long...”
Jiang Cheng pauses her frenzied movements, instantly reminded of her own instructions from however many days ago. Ah, it already feels like a lifetime has passed since then. There is certainly no way she’s going to be able to return to how she used to be: abstinent and consumed only by duties to her Sect. There’s no room for pleasure when Sect Leaders are involved... Though, Jiang Cheng does have to wonder when it comes to sex, if every human becomes ruled by their baser needs—
“Zōngzhǔ?”
Jiang Cheng sighs. She growls, “I’m coming,” so rudely brought back to the present.
She knows that she can’t give so much space to her newly discovered fantasies if she is to continue her role as Sect Leader of Yunmeng Jiang. But no matter how much she tries, Jiang Cheng remains dazed and distracted throughout her coming days. Now that it’s been lit within her, there’s nothing she can do to extinguish how much she craves to be bred and made to carry life within her belly. Or how much she craves to be ravished until nothing but pleasure and satisfaction exists.
Weeks pass by in a blur with endless nights restlessly spent. She is left depressingly dissatisfied no matter what she does. Even sparring with her best-trained disciples fails to bring her joy these days. A lowly burning ache constantly remains within her core, constantly reminding her of what she is missing.
Only through her dreams can she reach a resemblance of what she had experienced with that wretched beast that she curses and craves every day that she goes without. When she is lucky, Jiang Cheng will slip into a vivid dream of her two blissful nights of mindless pleasure. In the mornings, she will desperately squeeze and pinch her breasts until she’s dripping through her fingers, yet another sign of just how willing her fertile body has become.
And every now and then, she will even daydream about returning to that secluded forest in hopes that the beast will capture her once more. It feels like she is going insane.
One night, Jiang Cheng searches for relief by slipping into the private lake surrounding her private quarters. Submerging her naked body underneath the lapping waves, her skin already feels tingly and hot as she takes her sweet time bathing herself, hands running over herself.
Jiang Cheng’s breath suddenly hitches, and her entire being sparks from a single touch. A familiar, firm grip has coiled around her bony ankle and even underwater she can feel its burning touch. It begins to wind up her calves to squeeze her plush thighs, and Jiang Cheng moans with immense relief.
Finally! “Don’t you know how long I’ve been waiting?” she complains despite not expecting a reply.
What’s important is that the moment Jiang Cheng sinks back against the rocks and spreads her legs invitingly, the tenacle immediately rubs vigorously against her already aching cunt. Head thrown back in delight, Jiang Cheng unabashedly mewls into the evening night, desperate to encourage the beast to devour her womanly parts.
“Hurry,” she urges the beast on. “Fuck me!”
It grants her immediate gratification, lashing at the hood of her clit until the pink nub swells and protrudes, her physiology naturally seeking more friction. Happily moaning, Jiang Cheng’s sweet voice rises sharply when a thicker tentacle introduces itself to her with a brutal thrust, forcing her chubby lips apart to reach her clenching entrance—which it pushes into just as eagerly. It doesn’t wait for her to adjust to its heat and size; her pussy walls are already soft and pliant from how often Jiang Cheng pierces herself on inanimate phalluses every day.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t bother to restrain her pleasure, uncaring if any of her disciples are to overhear or witness her thrashing with utter delight as she is ravaged. More and more limbs are already closing in on her willing form, and a full-bodied shudder seizes her when an incredibly hard and heavy limb drapes itself across her thigh. Her eyes blissfully closed; she recognizes this tentacle from feel alone. It’s already twitching and pulsating with a long line of round, shapely eggs all the way down its bulging length.
After waiting for so long, Jiang Cheng can finally fulfil her purpose of being impregnated until all she can do is lay on her back, fucked loose in preparation for pushing out the offspring her womb will be pumped full of again and again until fruition.