The mountain path to the Plum Blossom Sect wound through clouds that tasted of iron and old incense. Tianlong walked at the fore, his bare feet silent on the ancient stone, his loose robe open at the chest to show the carved, dense muscle beneath. Between his legs, his cock hung thick and heavy, swaying with each stride, still wet from the morning's ruin of two village women. Behind him, Meihua and Lihua followed like ghosts transformed into flesh—Meihua with her crimson demon eyes and her small tits marked by his teeth, Lihua with her empty womb now refilled and her enormous, milk-laden tits dragging against the thin silk cloak that barely covered her shame.
Elder Fanxue waited at the inner gate.
