The merge went without a hitch—or well, almost. When A’Zhi and A’Zhu’s souls fused with their respective hosts, their minds merely experienced shock plus a rollercoaster of sensations. Here we say merely, because Yan Le, who directly fused with the beauty getting her cunt rammed in by Xinzi’s cock, almost lost her mind to the world of carnal bliss she’d been shoved into. It would be like taking a leisurely walk across the street, then from one step to another, land in an airtight room filled to the brim with burning narcotics. The abrupt change of pace mixed with the overwhelming squalls of intoxicants would wreak havoc in any normal person’s mind. Cultivators weren’t normal folks, but all the same, Yanle had to admit that she’d underestimated the pit she so readily jumped in.
Racked by bliss, the missus’ body convulsed uncontrollably. Her pulpy lips trembled as well, and mouth agape, she lost balance—nearly falling off Xinzi’s cock. Keeping control of the situation, the monk steadied his prey, and interrupted the cunt-cramming long enough to let her adjust to this new body. Though powered by Evil Qi, it was the Dong clan’s Soul Absorbing Law—obtained by refining Dong Hui’s soul—that Xinzi used to strip the three initiates’ souls and fuse them with their chosen bodies. To maximize efficiency, the monk paired this technique with the demons’ Swallowing Skill and Evil Qi, and was pleased to see that this conjunction of methods succeeded with no drawbacks.
Too lost to care for the wicked methods being deployed, the Li clan’s girls carried on without worries. The three initiates’ original bodies tumbled down, and as they settled in their new forms, the feelings and memories that belonged to the previous bodies’ owners swarmed them as well. Letting his Soul Force fuel the trio, Xinzi soothed their minds—speeding up the adjustment process. The cool rush of spectral energies pacified the tumultuous inner waves, enabling the three to get in sync with their new physiques. Regaining her composure, Yan Le wrapped her legs around Xinzi’s waist, her arms around his neck, and as she tugged at our monk to lift herself up, her bouncy tits crashed into his face.
The missus didn’t stop here, passing her hands over our monk’s bald skull, and stroking his scalp as if trying to test how silky-smooth that hairless head could get.
“Aaan!” Unimpressed, Xinzi gave Yan Le’s plump rump a smack. A sharp moan escaped the missus’ lips. But instead of disciplining the hussy, the blow only brought out more of her salacious nature, and though still locked on our monk’s meat-stick, Yan Le expertly moved her hips, challenging gravity and the limits of flexibility to sway and glide up and down Xinzi’s cock. “Ahhh…ahhh…ahhh!” Never in his life had Xinzi met one that adapted to well, so fast.
Full of praise, A’Zhi and A’Zhu nodded in approval as Yan Le mounted their abbot like a butterfly flapping its wings in suspension. From her hiding spot, Tusha-Chunxu didn’t miss a part of this show, but the more she watched, the more bothered she felt, and as her legs started betraying her, shame caught up to the ancient nun—making her reckon that it was time to dip. Giving control of the body back to Chun Xu, Tusha shrouded the underground location in a concealment barrier, then faded away. The Sword Fairy sank back into unconsciousness.
But as her soul had already had enough time and support to recover, it wouldn’t be long before she snapped out of her torpor.
Meanwhile, Xinzi met his initiate’s aggressive mounting with upward thrusts of his own, rocking her salacious body and cramming her womb as he went up. The sensation drove Yan Le through the throes of ecstasy. She wanted to move faster, but restrained by both the position and Xinzi’s moves, her body couldn’t obey. Still, Xinzi sensed the challenge, and answered with three sharp smacks of the missus’ rump. Her eyes rolled back, red handprints covered her ass cheek, and as she experienced this “spirited” orgasm, her cunt clenched tighter than ever before.
“Damn…yes…ohhh!” The clenching of Yan Le’s walls sent our monk over the edge. Arching his head back, Xinzi slammed the missus down to the base of his meat. Her warm, wet mess of a vacuum stretched to fit his meat. But still it butted against the ceiling of her womb—making Yan Le, who clearly concealed some masochistic tendencies, tremble further. Our monk’s milk gushed forth, filling Yan Le’s womb with so much spunk that some of it leaked down, falling into the hands of A’Zhi and A’Zhu, who resisted their aching loins to collect it all dutifully.
It was here that Chun Xu woke up. A blurry vision and confusion came in pair, but as the blur cleared up, and the Sword Fairy’s eyes fully took in the madness that went on, her confusion rolled out of the way—replaced by sheer terror. A trembling, groggy, Yan Le clung on Xinzi’s meat, drinking his cum with her nether regions, clearly getting more intoxicated by the second. Looking over Yan Le’s shoulder, our monk stared right into Chun Xu’s eyes, and pulled his cock out. A loud plop echoed within the underground room. Drizzles of demonic milk fell alongside the plops, and as Xinzi’s potent spunk fertilized the missus’ eggs with bestial abominations, the Sword Fairy’s jaw sank.
Flashing Chun Xu a devious grin, Xinzi lowered Yan Le onto the ground, and while maintaining eye contact, motioned for A’Zhi and A’Zhu to stand up. ‘All of you, line up on all fours. A’Zhi and A’Zhu first. The rest follow on a first come, first served basis.’ Xinzi’s words were like commands to a pack of drones. Led by the two initiates, the hussies scurried for a spot, kneeling on all four before our monk, with their inviting butts raised high, and their eyes staring in one another’s cunts. Though they’d experienced more than one threesome with their abbot, A’Zhi and A’Zhu felt especially embarrassed. Their walls tightened in one breath and spread open in the next, following a silent rhythm as their juices trailed down their legs.
Chun Xu knew that Xinzi had noticed her presence. How could she not, when he stared her in the eyes? Yet, despite the shock induced by what she saw, the Sword Fairy couldn’t move—trapped by the hold that Xinzi and the scene had over her. Our monk’s meat-stick stood tall, still erect in spite of all the milking that it’d experienced already. Xinzi stepped towards A’Zhi, first in this line of booty, and rubbed his cock against her drenched labia.
“Mhmm…abbot don’t…don’t tease me…” the initiate purred, prompting an aggressive response from the meat-stick, which as if animated by a will of its own, poked through the entrance. “Aaan…” The abrupt intrusion elicited a small moan from A’Zhi, whose new body had yet to get accustomed to the pleasures of the flesh. Still, as she caught glimpses of the initiate’s lust-dazed eyes, it became abundantly clear to Chun Xu that all considerations for fit and adjustment had long left her brain—leaving only the need to get stuffed behind. So stuff her Xinzi did. While squatting by his initiate’s rump, our monk grabbed her waist, pushing his meat-stick past her gripping, yet oh-so-welcoming walls with one thrust.
“Ahhh…abbot yess! Ohhh…ohhh…ohhh!” At first relying on slow, measured thrusts, Xinzi explored A’Zhi’s new walls, getting more familiar with her fold by the second. But once the map had been clearly laid out, our monk picked up the pace, cramming this tight cum-drainer with loud pounding thrusts.
The sounds of flesh clapping flesh filled the room, teasing Chun Xu’s ears even as her eyes widened at the wanton slamming going on right before her.
Chun Xu wanted to close her eyes, but her trembling hands refused to obey. Her legs betrayed her step by step, not only trembling but getting moistened to a suffocating degree. Xinzi leaned over, smiling at Chun Xu while his cock demanded release, and A’Zhi’s hole begged for insemination.
Time flew by, the cramming went on, and as Chun Xu’s entire body started trembling at the scene, Xinzi let out a loud grunt, releasing a warm gush of spunk straight into A’Zhi’s womb. The monk didn’t stop here, moving on to the next in line—A’Zhu—and carrying on with his womb-filling train under the stupefied gaze of the Sword Fairy.
