Private. Sheltered. Hidden.
The four women followed. Their bare feet padded on the forest floor. Their bare tits swung with each step. Their torn skirts — cotton, thin, stained — hung from their wide hips. They walked in single file — Meifeng first, then Aihua, then Liling, then Cuifen — their bodies moving through the dappled light, their dark skin glistening with the water and sweat and the faint, electric tang of divine qi that radiated from the ancestor's body.
Tianlong entered the cave. He turned. He looked at them — standing at the entrance, their bodies backlit by the forest light, their bare tits heaving, their faces terrified and confused and aroused.
"All of you," he said. "Remove your skirts."
The command was simple. Absolute. Carried on a thread of divine qi that pressed against their minds, their wills, their bodies.
