Records of Cultivating Immortals [NTR]

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: The Swing of Lust and the Distant Observer

Chapter 65: The Swing of Lust and the Distant Observer

Aiming at Nangong Muyun’s honey hole, Guanhua, with his erect penis, pulled the soft rope in his hand all the way until her hot honey hole was almost touching his erect glans, before he suddenly released the soft rope.

Nangong Muyun, who was in the air, suddenly swung forward. Her small mouth opened unconsciously. Zou Ma’s eyebrows were filled with joy. Although he did not move, Nangong Muyun, who was swinging from afar, took his penis into her mouth.

Opposite him, Guan Hua took a small step forward. In the blink of an eye, Nangong Muyun, who had just taken Zouma’s penis into her mouth, swayed back again. Her slightly opening and closing honey hole perfectly enveloped his penis inside her body.

Bu Feng stared in disbelief as he watched Nangong Muyun, suspended in mid-air, being toyed with by the two men like a swing. In front of her, the horse-riding penis plunged deep into her throat, while behind, the flower-viewing spear reached straight to her core. With each thrust, Nangong Muyun’s pretty face turned red, and completely different pleasures alternated within her body, with electric-like tingling sensations almost overwhelming her thoughts.

Especially with her limbs restricted, Nangong Muyun became even more sensitive. She wanted to close her lips tightly, but each time she was stimulated by the hot yang root in her flower path, she gasped repeatedly.

"Has Fairy Baiyun ever tried this pose?"

"Swinging on a swing while getting fucked, haha, I’ve really seen something new today." De Cheng laughed heartily.

"You... um... ah... shameless... um..."

As she swayed back and forth, Nangong Muyun managed to utter a few words with difficulty, which only excited the two men who were watching her. They slapped Nangong Muyun’s reddened buttocks, and the sudden increase in force caused Nangong Muyun’s wide-open mouth to take Zouma’s penis straight into her mouth to the root.

Zouma let out a comfortable groan. With the force of their movements, the two of them made Nangong Muyun, who was in the middle, blush and moan softly with almost no effort.

The three people standing nearby looked at the "Fairy Swing Picture" in the room with great interest. Unbeknownst to them, their already limp penises began to show signs of erection again.

If you were to ask which of the eighteen Venerable Ones is the most skilled at training women, it would undoubtedly be the man before her. Bodhi admired the scene before him with some appreciation. The silver bells on Nangong Muyun’s chest, the messy hair on her forehead, and her high, perk buttocks all made him sigh with admiration.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has quietly passed. Nangong Muyun, sandwiched between them, has already climaxed several times. Instinctively, she responds to the thrusting of the two men, her beautiful eyes filled with boundless lust.

It came from afar again. Guan Hua looked at the increasingly large buttocks in his line of sight and suddenly grabbed her slender waist, pressing the head of his penis firmly into the deepest part of Nangong Muyun’s body. He breathed heavily and shot streams of semen into Nangong Muyun’s already messy honey hole.

Releasing his grip on the slender waist, the man opposite him immediately and tacitly embraced Nangong Muyun’s head, and like Decheng, ejaculated all his semen into Nangong Muyun’s throat. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, looking at Nangong Muyun’s lips, which were covered with streaks of semen, with a satisfied expression.

Nangong Muyun’s trembling body continued to experience the afterglow of the climax. Just when she thought everything was over for the night, she suddenly felt her body lighten. The soft rope hanging from the beam was immediately loosened, and she collapsed weakly onto the cold ground. Nangong Muyun let the two men untie the soft ropes on her body.

Having regained their strength, Bodhi and Decheng gave Nangong Muyun no time to catch his breath. They parted Nangong Muyun’s legs, and Bodhi mounted her again. The honeyed path, mixed with semen and vaginal fluid, was already wet and sticky. Bodhi slid his big dick into Nangong Muyun’s body almost effortlessly.

"Ah... here we go again..."

Just as Nangong Muyun was about to speak, Decheng suddenly sat down on her chest. Looking at the silver bells on the white skin in front of him, Decheng grabbed Nangong Muyun’s swaying breasts and inserted his penis straight into the deep crevice.

The terrifyingly long penis still had a fist’s length remaining outside after passing through Nangong Muyun’s cleavage. He grabbed Nangong Muyun’s hair from behind her head, and while enjoying the full breasts of the fairy beneath him, Decheng forcefully pushed the head of his penis into Nangong Muyun’s small mouth.

The second round of lewd drama has begun. The three men on the side are eager to try their penises. Bodhi, who is thrusting into Nangong Muyun’s body, brings out a lot of sticky fluid with each thrust. The floor under the two men’s genitals is already a mess. The hairless pussy allows him to see more clearly every detail of the thick penis under his crotch entering and exiting Nangong Muyun’s body.

Under multiple stimuli, Nangong Muyun’s eyes rolled back, and after a spasm, her body climaxed again. At the same time, Bodhi, who was moving beneath her, was squeezed painfully by the overwhelming hot soft flesh, and he ejaculated his Hundred Flowers semen into her body once more.

As soon as one dick was withdrawn, a second one was immediately inserted. Nangong Muyun’s mouth and vagina were almost constantly filled with semen as the men, consumed by lust, relentlessly penetrated her body, ejaculating stream after stream of semen.

Only when the moon rose above the willow branches did everything in the room fall silent. The five Venerables walked lightly out of the Sanqi Courtyard, leaving only Nangong Muyun, who was lying on the ground, with a weak breath.

The red candles by the bed had burned out, leaving only a dim, yellow flame that grew smaller and smaller in the autumn wind. Nangong Muyun, lying flat on the ground, had a flushed face. Her honey hole, after countless rounds of thrusting, was now slightly swollen and red. The not-quite-closed opening revealed a few inches of tender flesh that were twitching slightly. Looking up, beyond the slightly bulging lower abdomen filled with semen, a river of semen flowed quietly between the two high breasts in the deep ravine.

...

An hour later, the red candles finally went out, and sparse moonlight streamed through the window. Nangong Muyun got up, gently stroked her lower abdomen with her jade hand, and squeezed slightly. Thick streams of semen gushed out along her flower path. The fiery heat seemed not to have completely dissipated. Nangong Muyun’s delicate body trembled, and her honey path was once again filled with the warmth of spring.

With light, graceful steps, she arrived at the side room, where a tall wooden tub stood in the center. Raising her jade-like feet, Nangong Muyun stepped into the tub, and the water, which had been icy cold just moments before, began to steam in an instant.

Amidst the rising steam, Nangong Muyun extended her jade-like fingers, relentlessly digging and probing her swollen, red vulva beneath the deep water. Sweat dripped from her forehead, carrying streaks of white from the corners of her mouth, each drop falling onto the water’s surface. After a high-pitched moan, thick semen gushed from Nangong Muyun’s womb, flowing once more through her flower path. Nangong Muyun’s delicate body trembled slightly, her head held high, her melodious moans like the captivating sound of a zither. After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Sanqi Courtyard finally fell silent once more.

After washing her body briefly, Nangong Muyun, as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water, quietly rose. The misty vapor slowly dissipated, revealing a perfect body.

White turbidity rose from the water. Looking at the clumps of foul-smelling liquid, Nangong Muyun’s pretty face flushed slightly, and she unconsciously turned her head away. She walked out of the side room and came to the courtyard naked. Facing the dim moonlight in the courtyard, her eyes finally softened.

Reaching behind her head, Nangong Muyun removed the bamboo hairpin from her hair bun. Gazing at the poorly carved auspicious cloud pattern at the end, she slowly placed it on her chest.

"Qin Luo, Da Niu, I’m waiting."

Turning back to his palace, Nangong Muyun’s back view was graceful yet lonely. A figure in blue flashed out, and Song Hongdao watched Nangong Muyun gradually disappear with a calm expression.

...

Sheathing his sword, Qin Luo’s eyes flashed with a blue light. A woman’s voice came from afar. Turning around, he saw Xiao Qing looking overjoyed.

The slightly chilly sea breeze blew her red dress tightly against her curvaceous body, and Qin Luo felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He reached out and pulled Xiao Qing into his arms.

"Is this the second sword strike?"

Feeling Qin Luo’s hot chest, Xiao Qing asked in a low voice.

Nodding, Qin Luo’s brows furrowed with worry. Gazing at the distant, layered waves, he seemed to be talking to himself, "It’s not enough... far from enough... there’s only one way to save Mother."

Xiao Qing looked up in confusion, but then heard Qin Luo continue, "What mysteries are hidden in Father’s six views back then? Why is it that after so long, no one has been able to figure them out?"

Ever since he used Listening to the Tide, Qin Luo had been feeling a faint gaze wandering around him, but no matter how he tried to sense it, he couldn’t figure it out. Shaking his head, Qin Luo sighed, thinking it was just an illusion caused by breaking through the Mirror Realm.

What he didn’t know was that, a thousand miles away in the South Sea, a stunningly beautiful woman had just suddenly opened her eyes.

She stepped out barefoot, the rising sun shining on her rounded shoulders. The stunning woman in a blue dress frowned slightly, gazing blankly at the boundless sea.

"This sword intent..."

The sea breeze brought a touch of dampness. With a slight release of her divine sense, the barefoot woman slowly smiled, turned around, and walked into the room, leaving a trail of crescent-shaped footprints on the damp bluestone slab.

"Listening to the tide..."

"A good name..."