NOVEL NEXT Chapter 291 - Master?
Zhao Tianlong's words hung in the air like a blade poised to strike.
Sylvea—or rather, Zhaoshenya—stood frozen against the wall. Her emerald eyes widened, pupils dilating as the weight of his declaration crashed over her consciousness. The realization twisted in her gut like hot iron.
Her descendant. Her disciple. The prophecy.
And there he stood—cock half-buried in Xiang's mouth while Akane's tongue worshipped his balls. His finger traced slow circles around Xiang's puckered entrance, making the woman shudder and moan around his shaft.
"Mmmph... haaanh~"
Xiang's lips stretched obscenely, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. Her butterfly tattoo rippled with each bob of her head, wings seeming to flutter across her pale skin. Saliva dripped down his length, caught by Akane's eager tongue lapping at the base.
"You're... you're lying." Sylvea's voice cracked. "This is some trick. Some—"
Tianlong's finger pressed deeper into Xiang's ass, just past the first knuckle. The woman's entire body jolted, a muffled squeal escaping around his cock.
"Gyuuuh~! Mmmmh~!"
His Qi signature pulsed outward—ancient, draconic, unmistakable. The energy signature carried traces of the Zhao bloodline, fragments of power she herself had cultivated thousands of years ago.
Power that had passed through generations, refined and strengthened, until it manifested in this man before her.
Sylvea's legs nearly gave out.
"Wait..." Her hand pressed harder against the wall. "Are you truly my descendant?"
The question echoed in the room, punctuated only by wet sucking sounds and desperate moans.
Tianlong's eyes gleamed. "Does it matter?" His finger pushed deeper into Xiang's ass, making her throat convulse around his cock. "You came looking for a disciple. Here I am."
Akane paused, lips still pressed against his balls. Her fox ears twitched as understanding dawned. She pulled back slightly, saliva connecting her mouth to his sac in glistening strings.
Her eyes met Sylvea's.
For a moment—just a heartbeat—recognition passed between them. The memory of their ancient battle. The deal at the wasteland's edge. The reincarnation talisman.
Thousands of years ago, when she had just founded her territory.
When she had carefully imbued the draconic vine into the land with hopes of creating a cultivation paradise for her descendants—dense with qi, perfect for growth.
Then that fox woman appeared.
The battle should have been catastrophic. And it was. She had fought with everything, even tapping into the draconic vine's qi reserves. But it wasn't enough.
She died.
The next moment her eyes opened, she was inside another woman's body—some native race of this strange realm—called elves with a new name, Sylvea.
Thanks to the death reincarnation talisman she had prepared, her memories remained intact, but the link with the lower realm was broken until she received that talisman, which was in itself unique.
Unlike others trapped here, she instantly understood the truth of this prison world.
But there was no ki here. None at all.
Instead, this realm used something called mana—a crude substitute she had to learn from scratch. She cultivated it, mastered it, rose through the ranks of this world's power system.
But her elven tribe cast her out when they discovered her origins. She fled, spent hundreds of years searching for the exit.
And when she finally found it, standing at the edge of the wasteland...
That same fox woman waited.
Akane. The murderer. Guarding the only way out.
Zhaoshenya was smarter the second time. No direct battle.
Instead, she negotiated—a deal.
She would give Akane complete information about the realm's inner territories in exchange for Akane planting the reincarnation talisman back into her original body in the lower realm—surprisingly she had doubted the fox woman, but she kept her promise and also had something like that talisman.
The deal was made.
Everything should have gone according to plan.
But when she opened her eyes after the talisman activated...
She found herself being yanked out of her deepened state due to being fucked.
A thick cock buried deep in her pussy, stretching her walls, piercing straight into her womb and defiling her years of chastity.
She was lying in her own body—the one she'd carefully preserved as the perfect vessel after mastering this realm's power and nearly achieving the rank of Archmage.
A mature woman's body is separated from the body of Sylvea and other altered states she wanted to leave behind.
And the man fucking her?
The 'husband' of her murderer.
The same Akane who now knelt before him like a bitch in heat, sucking his cock with desperate enthusiasm—a sight Zhaoshenya never imagined she'd witness.
But the most shocking part that she comes out to know now?
That husband was her descendant.
'Her' bloodline. Zhao Tianlong carried the blood of Zhao Shenya herself.
The woman who killed her was now a cock-drunk sleeve to her descendant.
An unknown emotion stirred in Zhao Shenya's chest. Pride? Vindication? Revenge satisfaction she didn't even know existed?
'Slurp... Slurp...'
The wet sounds dragged her attention back.
Something shifted in Sylvea's expression. The shock faded, replaced by something darker. A slow, cruel smile began forming at the corner of her lips.
'This fox bitch who killed me... is now nothing but a cock-sleeve for my bloodline.'
The irony was almost poetic.
Almost.
Akane's eyes narrowed, catching the shift in Sylvea's expression. Her competitive nature—dormant for centuries—suddenly flared.
Without breaking eye contact with the elven woman, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed one of Tianlong's balls completely.
"Hh." Tianlong's breath hitched slightly as her tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh.
But Xiang wasn't about to be outdone. She pulled off his cock with a wet 'pop', gasping for air. Thick saliva connected her lips to his cockhead before she dove back down—taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
"GLCKK—! MMMPH~!"
Her throat bulged obscenely, nose pressed flat against his pelvis. Her eyes watered but she held position, throat muscles massaging his length as she struggled not to gag.
Tianlong's finger in her ass pushed deeper, knuckle-deep now. His other hand gripped her hair, holding her in place as he felt her throat convulse around him.
"Good girl, Xiang." His voice was low, appreciative. "Take it all."
Akane switched to his other ball, sucking it into her mouth while her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft where Xiang's lips couldn't reach. She stroked in rhythm with Xiang's bobbing head, creating a coordinated assault that made Tianlong's cock throb.
Sylvea watched, transfixed despite herself. The wet sounds filled the room—'slurp', 'glck', 'mmph'—accompanied by desperate feminine moans.
Her thighs pressed together again, that traitorous wetness spreading. Part of her mind screamed to look away, to maintain dignity.
But she couldn't. Something primal held her gaze locked on the depraved scene.
On her descendant's massive cock being worshipped by two desperate women.
On the way his muscles flexed with controlled power.
On the casual dominance radiating from him like heat from a forge.
Tianlong met her eyes again, his smile sharpening.
He pulled his finger from Xiang's ass slowly, making her whimper. Then he pushed it back in, deeper this time—past the second knuckle.
"GYUUUH~! HNNGH~!"
Xiang's entire body shuddered. Her hands gripped his thighs tighter as she struggled to keep his cock buried in her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva coating her chin.
But she didn't pull away.
"You see, Master—" Tianlong's voice remained steady despite the pleasure, "—I believe I'm quite qualified to be your disciple."
His finger began moving—slow, deliberate thrusts into Xiang's ass that made her moan continuously around his cock. Each sound vibrated through his shaft, adding to the pleasure.
Akane's hand stroked faster, her tongue lapping at his balls with renewed fervor. The competitive fire in her eyes had fully ignited now.
She needed to prove herself, to show this arrogant elf that she was superior.
Even if that meant being the best cock-sucker for this man.
"Haah... Haah..." Xiang finally pulled back, gasping desperately for air.
Thick ropes of saliva connected her lips to his cock, stretching and breaking.
Her face was completely ruined—mascara running down her cheeks, lipstick smeared across her chin.
"Haah... haah...~" She panted, eyes glazed with lust. "Your cock is... so big... Honey."
Before she could recover, Akane released his balls and moved up—wrapping her lips around his cockhead instead.
"Then, let me have it... nmm~!" She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing as her tongue swirled around the sensitive crown.
"Mmmh~ Sho good~"
"...y-you..." Xiang immediately dropped lower, taking over ball-sucking duty.
Her mouth engulfed one while her hand gently squeezed and massaged the other.
The two women worked in perfect coordination now, competing yet complementary.
Naturally, he achieved what he wanted from them: wives fighting, but rather for pleasing him.
Tianlong's hand in Xiang's ass never stopped moving. He curled his finger slightly, finding that sensitive spot that made her entire body jolt.
"AHHHN~!"
Her cry was muffled against his balls, but the desperation in it was unmistakable.
Sylvea's breathing had become ragged. Her hands pressed flat against the wall behind her, fingers splayed wide.
The silk of her robe clung to her body, soaked through with sweat and arousal.
Between her legs, her pussy throbbed with each heartbeat.
She wanted his cock for some strange reason, as if it left some imprint within her.
The wet spot had spread completely, leaving a visible dark patch on the green fabric. She could feel her juices running down her inner thighs now, warm and slick.
'Stop watching. Look away. This is wrong.'
But her eyes wouldn't obey.
Tianlong's cock throbbed between the two women's mouths, veins pulsing visibly. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, immediately lapped up by Akane's eager tongue. The musky scent of sex filled the room—thick, overwhelming, intoxicating.
"So tell me, Master—" Tianlong's voice dropped lower, taking on a dangerous edge, "—are you going to keep standing there? Or are you going to acknowledge your disciple properly?"
He slowly pulled back from both women. His cock hung between his legs like a pendulum—still fully erect, thick as her wrist, glistening with saliva and precum. Veins pulsed along the shaft.
Tianlong approached Zhaoshenya step by step. His cock swayed with each movement, drawing her gaze like a magnet.
Her eyes widened but her body refused to move. Shock. Surprise. Fear. All of it froze her in place.He stopped directly in front of her.
His cock pressed against her belly—hot, hard, throbbing. The head leaked precum onto her skin, leaving a wet trail.
Tianlong looked directly into her green eyes.
"So, Master," his voice was low, dangerous, "how do you want to start taking it?"
Zhaoshenya's breath caught in her throat.
The word Master hung in the air between them. Her mind scrambled to process—this was her descendant. Her bloodline. The one from her prophecy dream who she was supposed to train.
Yet here he stood, cock pressed against her stomach, still dripping with the saliva of two women who worshipped him.
"I... this is..." Her voice faltered.
But before she could utter a word, he said...
"Split now... I want to fuck Sylvea."