Yao Hong left Tang Qiang's house, his body thrumming with the familiar rush of dual cultivation energy, likely pushing him closer to Spirit Refinement Stage Two. His mind, however, was already on Dai Xiu, still hanging naked in the mountains where he'd left her. *She stayed there all day and night for me? That's dedication,* he thought, a smirk playing on his lips as he trekked back to the secluded peak. The morning sun illuminated the lush forest, and there she was—still bound to the tree with enchanted ropes, her petite body glistening with dew, her pussy visibly wet and dripping, cum from their previous encounter streaked down her thighs. Her eyes lit up with a mix of relief and hunger as she saw him approach.
*He came back,* Dai Xiu thought, her body aching from the prolonged suspension but her core throbbing with desire. *That monster cock... I stayed for it, and I'd do it again.*
Yao Hong didn't waste time. He stepped close, running a hand over her trembling form, teasing her hardened nipples before gripping his nine-inch cock and aligning it with her slick entrance. "Good girl, you stayed," he murmured, thrusting into her with one deep stroke. Dai Xiu screamed, her voice echoing across the peak as he fucked her senseless, her small body swinging in the ropes with each powerful thrust. *It's tearing me apart again—so thick, so perfect,* she thought, orgasming hard, her juices squirting onto the grass. Yao Hong came soon after, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum, then untied the ropes, catching her as she collapsed into his arms, exhausted but sated.
From that day, Yao Hong's schedule solidified into a relentless cycle of pleasure and cultivation. Mornings began with Dai Xiu, often in the mountains or her chambers, her petite frame taking his cock in every position—missionary, anal, or tied up again at her request, her screams muffled by talismans. Afternoons and evenings were spent in Dai Huiling's chambers, where he and Kang Jie joined her for wild threesomes—Huiling's voluptuous curves and Jie's massive ass bouncing as he manhandled them, alternating between their pussies and asses, cumming inside both repeatedly. Nights belonged to Tang Qiang, under the guise of "healing" in her home, where he fucked her busty body senseless, filling her womb with his seed while her husband slept elsewhere, oblivious.
A month later, as Yao Hong finished another night of pounding Tang Qiang, she suddenly threw her arms around him, her green hair disheveled, her massive breasts pressed against his chest. "Master," she whispered, tears in her eyes, "I'm pregnant with your child."
Yao Hong's heart surged with pride. *My kid? Hell yeah.* He kissed her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth as she melted into him. "Good girl. You're coming with me to the Dai Clan for proper care." He escorted her back, informing Chen Wei with a straight face that Tang Qiang's pregnancy required "intense care" within the clan. Chen Wei, ever trusting, bowed gratefully, unaware of the truth.
Soon after, word reached Yao Hong that Dai Huiling, Dai Xiu, and Kang Jie were also pregnant—his potent seed having taken root in all four women through their relentless dual cultivation. *Four kids on the way? I'm building a damn legacy,* he thought, grinning. Dai Huiling summoned them all to her chambers for a private meeting, and the air crackled with anticipation as Yao Hong, Tang Qiang, Dai Xiu, and Kang Jie gathered around her ornate table, Huiling's purple robe barely containing her curves.
"We're all carrying your children," Huiling announced, her voice sultry but proud. "Let's celebrate... together." Her eyes gleamed as she shed her robe, revealing her voluptuous, pregnant body—breasts fuller, belly slightly rounded. The others followed: Kang Jie's lean frame with that massive ass, Dai Xiu's petite figure, and Tang Qiang's busty curves, all naked and glowing with early pregnancy.
What followed was a fivesome of primal intensity. Yao Hong took charge, his Spirit Refinement-enhanced strength allowing him to dominate the four women effortlessly. He started with Dai Huiling, bending her over the table, her heavy breasts swaying as he slammed into her pussy from behind, her moans filling the room. *He's even stronger now—fucking me while I carry his child feels divine,* she thought, squirting as he filled her with cum.
Next, he pulled Kang Jie onto the bed, spreading her legs to pound her pussy, her huge ass jiggling with each thrust. *His cock's a monster—stretching me wider than ever. My useless husband could never,* she thought, screaming as she climaxed, his seed flooding her. Dai Xiu climbed atop him next, riding his cock while Tang Qiang straddled his face, her massive tits bouncing as he lapped at her dripping folds. *Riding Master while Qiang's breasts smother him—it's perfect,* Xiu thought, her petite body shaking with orgasm.
Tang Qiang switched to anal, her plump ass taking his girth as she moaned, *My child's father—his cock owns me completely.* Yao Hong manhandled them all—lifting Xiu to fuck her mid-air, pinning Huiling for deep anal, eating Kang Jie's pussy while fingering Qiang. The women pleasured each other too—Huiling and Jie kissing, Xiu sucking Qiang's nipples—while Yao Hong alternated, cumming inside each pussy and ass multiple times, their pregnant bodies glistening with sweat and fluids.
They fucked through the afternoon, the chamber a symphony of screams, wet slaps, and squirts, talismans keeping it private. By evening, all four women lay sprawled across the bed, utterly spent, their bodies marked with cum and love bites, bellies subtly swollen. *He's a god among men,* Huiling thought. *Our children will be legends.* Kang Jie agreed silently: *My ass and pussy are his forever.* Xiu panted, *No ropes needed—he binds me with his cock.* Qiang sighed, *My Master, my child's father—perfect.*
Yao Hong stood, still brimming with vitality, his cultivation likely at Spirit Refinement Stage Five now. "I'll be back tomorrow," he promised, dressing as the women nodded reluctantly, too exhausted to protest. He strode out, leaving them to recover, his legacy growing within them and his power surging with every encounter.
Yao Hong strode back to his room, his body thrumming with the afterglow of the intense fivesome and the surge of his cultivation, now firmly at Spirit Refinement Stage Five. The Dai Clan's halls were quiet in the evening light, the air heavy with the scent of spirit herbs. Just as he settled onto his cultivation mat, a sharp knock interrupted his thoughts. He opened the door to find Tang You, his face serious but deferential.
"Yao Hong, Lady Meirong has summoned you to her chambers immediately," Tang You said, his tone carrying a weight that suggested no delay would be tolerated.
Yao Hong's mind sparked with recognition. *Lady Meirong—Hao Meirong, Dai Huiling and Dai Xiu's mother, the Patriarch's wife.* A wide, eager smile spread across his bearded face. *The matriarch herself? This could be interesting.* He nodded at Tang You. "Lead the way."
Tang You guided him through the clan's innermost corridors to a grand chamber, its doors carved with intricate flame motifs and radiating a powerful qi barrier. Yao Hong stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, locking it for privacy. The room was opulent—silk tapestries, jade furniture, and a faint glow of spirit lanterns. Sitting on an ornate chair, her posture regal, was Hao Meirong. Her presence dominated the space, her sharp gaze piercing through him like a blade.
Hao Meirong was a vision of mature beauty—a busty MILF whose figure surpassed even Tang Qiang's voluptuousness. Her crimson robe hugged her curves, barely containing her gigantic breasts, each larger than Yao Hong had ever seen, their weight evident in the way they strained the fabric. Her hips flared into a giant, rounded ass that seemed to defy gravity, accentuated by the tight fit of her attire. Her dark hair was swept up in an elegant bun, streaked with silver that only enhanced her commanding allure. Her face, though beautiful, was etched with a sternness that made Yao Hong's pulse quicken.
*By the heavens, he's enormous,* Hao Meirong thought, her internal thoughts swirling as she took in his seven-foot-five frame, muscles bulging under his robe, beard and long hair giving him a primal, untamed aura. *No wonder my daughters fell for him. He's a beast, radiating raw power unlike any cultivator I've known—none of the jade-skinned refinement of the sects. But I must stay focused; he's a threat until proven otherwise.* She maintained her sharp expression, her eyes narrowing.
Rising from her chair, she summoned a sleek, glowing sword into her hand with a flicker of qi, its edge humming with lethal intent. She pointed it at Yao Hong, stepping closer, her aura erupting in a wave of oppressive power that froze him in place, his Spirit Refinement Stage Five cultivation utterly dwarfed. He couldn't even twitch his fingers, the pressure pinning him like a mountain. *Fuck, she's strong—way beyond me. Core Formation, maybe higher,* he thought, his heart pounding but his face staying calm.
"You made my daughters pregnant!" Hao Meirong's voice was icy, the sword inching closer to his throat, its edge grazing his skin. "They can't stop praising you, calling you a good man. But I see a manipulator—a brute who's ensnared them with base desires!"
Yao Hong swallowed hard, the blade's cold touch sharpening his focus. "Lady Meirong, I love Huiling and Xiu. I'm ready to take responsibility for them and our children. I'd never hurt them."
Her eyes narrowed further, the sword unwavering. "Love? A roadside mortal like you dares speak of love for my daughters? Why should I believe you're not some scheming outsider sent to ruin our clan?" She peppered him with questions, her tone venomous—where did he come from, how did he gain their trust, what were his true intentions? Each query was laced with a threat, the sword twitching closer with every hesitation.
Yao Hong met her gaze, his voice steady despite the pressure. "I don't know how I ended up in this world, but I swear on my life—I care for Huiling and Xiu deeply. I'd die for them, for our children. Let me prove it to you, Lady Meirong. I'm no manipulator; I'm theirs, heart and soul."
His sincerity, coupled with the raw conviction in his eyes, gave her pause. *He speaks with such passion... could he truly mean it? My daughters are strong, but they're smitten. This brute's size, his presence—it's overwhelming even to me. But if he's genuine...* She lowered the sword slightly, her aura easing just enough to let him breathe freely. After a long silence, she sheathed the blade, her expression softening but still wary. "Very well. You'll prove your devotion through actions, not words. My daughters' happiness—and their children's future—rests on you. Fail them, and no realm will hide you from my wrath."
Yao Hong exhaled, nodding respectfully. *That was close. She's a powerhouse, but I think I've got her trust—for now.* His thoughts flickered to her curves, a dangerous spark of desire igniting despite the tension. *And damn, she's hotter than her daughters. Wonder if she's as wild.*