I Was Called A Demon

Bianca was able to relax from her pet’s dutiful attention, and felt the fatigue she’d built up moments ago fading away quickly, although it was likely due to her particular constitution than Song Ming’s care. Still, she was hardly going to stop her pet while she was still so energetic.

Despite mostly breathing in the sweat on Bianca’s ass, Song Ming was still going at it several minutes later, massaging Bianca’s insides with her tongue and, occasionally, pulling out just enough to be able to rim her loosened ring, wetting her wrinkled skin before returning inside, her tongue teasing every part of her ass that it could reach.

Her pet took in her scent whenever she needed a moment to breathe in, doing so exclusively through her nose. Since Bianca no longer had certain physical needs, her backside wasn’t especially different from the rest of her body in that sense, but it still felt rather unusual and kinky for her pet to be enjoying her to this extent. It didn’t help that the longer this went on, the better the tongue in her asshole felt, even without the stimulation of her prostate that she was now used to.

It wasn’t long before the notion of summoning her cock came to her again, a perpetual and inescapable desire that felt harder and harder – pun very much intended – to discard from her mind. She would get to climax, or at the very least feel good, and she wanted it for another purpose as well, though it might take a little longer to get around to.

After relieving herself back then, she hadn’t had much to drink, so even if she did try to live out her fantasy right now, she’d just find herself struggling to do so.

‘Fuck, I feel even weirder about this since she’s currently eating out my ass. That, and drinking my piss, would make her my kinky toilet… I honestly thought calling people things like that was a bit weird when I found it in lewd stuff, but it’s hard not to think of it now…’ Bianca moaned softly as her pet reached some especially sensitive spot inside her, ‘I blame the internet for all the weird stuff I keep thinking of, it had way too much porn on it…’

She tried to refocus on her pet’s efforts, but she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to cum from this alone, not after she’d already been drained a little via more conventional means. Thus, once she felt satisfied, she playfully thrust her hips back a little, pressing her ass against Song Ming’s face for a moment to interrupt her reverie.

“Sweetheart, I think you’ve done an excellent job, but we should wrap this up… for now, at least,” she said, her smile obvious in her words, “Rest assured, I’ll grab you for more of this the next time I get sweaty.”

Song Ming reluctantly pulled away from her owner’s butt and breathed in through her mouth, trying to flood her lungs with air, before she spoke, “Ah… Y-Yes, Mistress…”

Bianca flipped over again and sat down after pulling up her shorts, ignoring the wetness she still felt between her thighs, and on her rear. She probably should’ve cleaned up after all this, especially when considering just how sloppy Song Ming’s rimjob ended up being, but she was hardly in the mood for doing such a thing for the moment.

“Then, it’s settled. From now on, you’re my personal cleaner, especially when I end up in a throne in my sect,” she said, and in a moment of inspiration, placed her foot right on Song Ming’s face, “And my footrest too. You’d like to be seen by my disciples like this, wouldn’t you? A slut whose only purpose is to serve me in whatever way I wish.”

Although her pet was surprised, pleasure soon crept into her expression as she almost melted into Bianca’s foot, letting herself serve as a footrest.

“Heavens, you’re so sweet… Oh, I have an idea.”

“Mistress?”

“Start touching yourself, now.”

Her pet’s eyes widened, but she obeyed, her hand descending to her groin, rubbing her clit through her underwear. A blush lit up her face, her cheeks turning crimson quickly, but she was obviously enjoying herself regardless, her breath getting ragged rather quickly.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, my pet.”

“I… I’m thinking about the things you’ve said, Mistress. About me serving you in front of countless others, licking your feet, cleaning your body, serving you in all the ways I should… it turns me on so much,” Song Ming described, nuzzling up against Bianca’s foot even as her touches down there intensified.

She was clearly still turned on and all hot and bothered after her fantasies regarding Bianca’s cock, though like the good girl that she was, Song Ming didn’t cum despite clearly being on the edge. Instead, she waited, her breaths becoming shallower as she struggled to keep her orgasm in check, desperately looking into her owner’s eyes and silently begging for permission.

It was all the more adorable when Bianca considered that she had never stopped her from cumming on the spot before, so she couldn’t help but tease her a little more. She raised her other foot and pressed it against her pet’s face, covering it with both her feet.

“Get back to licking, sweetheart. Focus on that scene in your head, imagine my scent, and when your mind is filled with it, you’re allowed to cum.”

Song Ming didn’t hesitate for even a moment, shutting her eyes and rubbing her clit even more intensely, panting like a dog as she built up to climax. She was already really, really close, and with permission given, she took only a few seconds to fulfil those instructions and orgasm. Her arousal instantly sprayed through her panties, soaking through her underwear in an instant, gasping and moaning as she rode her climax for several seconds, ending it with obvious exhaustion.

“Good girl.”

Her pet shuddered again, cumming on the spot, though her underwear was ruined beyond the point that it was possible to tell anymore.

“Heavens, you liked that, didn’t you? Answer me, sweetie,” Bianca put down her feet and looked at her pet’s ecstatic face.

“Y-Yesh, Mistress… I love you.”

Bianca was considering taking a dommy approach, but it was impossible to stop herself from grabbing her pet into a hug right away, which she did promptly and happily. Song Ming had the stench of sweat about her – Bianca’s sweat, for the most part – but it was pleasant nonetheless.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Feel free not to clean up if you don’t want to, the others won’t stop you, and Huang Su… will understand, I’m sure, if she’s not too busy to mind us anyway.”

“… Busy? With what, Mistress?”

“She’s making something for us. Hopefully, it won’t take too long, and when it’s done, you’ll have a lovely treat that can make our shared fantasies come a step closer to reality… I won’t spoil the exact surprise.”

“I see… ah, Mistress, that thing that you wished to be reminded of-”

“I remember, don’t worry… We might need a little more time for that, so not now. When the thing is finished, it should be much easier to get around to it, and I should’ve had a bit of time to drink some more.”

Once again, her pet looked confused, but she chose to trust her owner and didn’t ask further questions. Even if she did realise what Bianca was implying, she certainly didn’t show it in her expression, which was all the proof Bianca needed to believe that her pet had zero clue. It only meant that her reaction would be all the more interesting to see once her intentions were revealed.

For now, she helped Song Ming up, minding her trembling knees, and patted her on the head a few times.

“Now, let’s head back. Try not to distract that Jia Bo Xun too much, I’m curious how far she’ll be able to get with copying my skill when… well, when even I can’t figure it out.”

“Of course, Mistress… I… I have to admit, I’m slightly curious as well,” Song Ming straightened up her outfit and nodded, “If she’s able to replicate your abilities… what will she end up accomplishing? What will she end up showing us… I hope that, whatever it is, it helps you, Mistress.”

“I hope so, sweetheart. With Huang Su, Xue Yaling, and now Jia Bo Xun involved, I should be able to get somewhere within the next few years. At least one of them should be able to figure out something that will help push the others forward, and then, eventually, I’ll learn a way to no longer be held down by my techniques…”

“I’m sure the heavens will reward you for your hard work, Mistress. You deserve everything and more.”

‘I… doubt that, but I can hardly say no…’ Bianca couldn’t help but smile, giving her pet another pat, “Thanks, sweetie. Now, let’s get back to the camp before we’re away for too long, cuddling and doing whatever else.”

“Mhm!”

 

“I bet this isn’t what you expected to be doing around this time,” Xue Yaling muttered, looking over a massive sheet of inscription and array concepts, all intertwining and combining in ways that were difficult to comprehend even for her, “The Phoenix Sect probably had a lavish room where you could relax and let everyone else take care of you.”

“No, it didn’t. In fact, I made a point of doing things myself, like any disciple of the sect would,” Huang Su replied, her focus remaining on a thin segment of the bottle that she’d removed and was now carving with her energy, a tiny yet vibrant flame burning complex shapes into it.

“Are you sure it’s not just because of your realm, oh Sect Master?” the kitsune smirked, glancing up from her work for a moment, though she soon returned to it, “Anyway, the combination of these inscriptions is effective, but the link between them is a weak link. It would be impossible to meet the needed effect of either without this link breaking.”

“Hm, let me see,” Huang Su ignored her earlier prodding and stepped over, even as her flames continued to work on the bottle segment, “Yes, there’s an issue with these points here… if we slightly alter the arrangement and then channel energy through these nodes here… That should fix most of our issues, and allow the maximum capacity of this container to reach roughly 10,000 litres, with a maximum weight of around four kilograms. That shouldn’t be an issue for us, seeing as the weakest cultivator is significantly stronger than a normal human, and if we were to ever replicate this design, the maximum capacity can be greatly reduced to bring that down to a more ordinary weight.”

“Ancients, you’re better at this than I imagined. Have you always considered how you were going to serve some horny young woman with a cock?”

“You’ve been doing this the whole time that I’ve been working. Is this really necessary?”

“I don’t know what you mean~,” as she spoke, Xue Yaling stepped away from her table and stretched her arms and back before cracking her neck to recover from the hours spent standing in place and staring at sheets of paper.

Seeing as the kitsune wasn’t going to respond properly, Huang Su just returned her focus to the segment of the bottle she was nearly finished with, “I should be able to complete everything before sunrise. If you don’t have any suggestions, you may leave.”

“So that you can sample some of Bianca’s seed? Even without our work, it’s still in perfect condition… somehow,” Xue Yaling leaned in to sniff the bottle’s opening only to step back right away, blocking her nose, “Ancients, she is… quite potent. Even if I understand roughly how her technique works, I’m still amazed that she hasn’t gotten anyone pregnant.”

“Are you regretting modifying her body technique?”

“What are you talking about, I never-”

“Even if she hadn’t mentioned it, it would be obvious from the crude integration of Beastly Musk into her otherwise tremendous technique,” Huang Su sighed, adding, “And I mean tremendous in terms of the quality. I’d never seen a technique with no flaws of any kind before.”

“No flaws… It’s hardly perfect.”

“Perfection and the lack of issues is different. A perfect technique or skill that does anything and everything you could ever want is the realm of the heavens, in my eyes, but a technique without flaws is easy enough as long as it had a particular purpose.”

“I suppose that’s true enough… Still, I don’t believe I’ve harmed her technique. It seemed very accepting of changes that fit into its existing structure, and considering the… uniqueness of her technique, I wouldn’t be surprised if it assimilates the changes perfectly when given enough time,” the kitsune shrugged, “At that point, it may be possible to adjust it further, improving it and refining it into something that could approach perfection.”

“… Hypothetically. However, I would request that you consult me before experimenting on Mistress’ technique further. While this experiment may not have harmed her, others yet might.”

“Sure, whatever…” the kitsune knew that she had no chance of refusing, and thus she didn’t do so, even if she would’ve liked to perform plenty of additional tests on Bianca whenever the opportunity arose.

Her otherworldly body technique was an extremely exciting one, and if it was possible to replicate any degree of it without requiring whatever otherworldly property enables it for her, then it would be ideal. A body that cannot be pierced by ordinary weapons in only the third realm was a dream come true, and if a good strengthening technique was merged with it, it would be ideal for anyone that wishes to enhance their body.

If blended with certain archetypes, then it could go even further. Xue Yaling was already considering merging it with her own archetype, as the Shard half-archetype was lacking a true body technique of its own. The Flesh Treasury, a body technique of the Artefact archetype, was designed around full artefacts, not shards, and it required a special process to integrate them that differed from the one that the kitsune used to absorb the shards. However, if she could properly merge the traits of Bianca’s Demonic Form and the Flesh Treasury, she could potentially create something distinct, and far more powerful.

‘Having the shards is, in fact, ideal. They can be used to stabilise my body and the technique in the same way that we’ve used certain focusing nodes in the inscription on this bottle…’ she looked at the bottle full of cum, which has had one segment returned and another removed to be carved, ‘To think we’re wasting so much effort on sating the lust of a single third-realm woman… Well, not that she’s that simple.’

An otherworldly demon was inherently interesting, her abilities were also fascinating, and if she was able to exceed her current limits, becoming a genuine threat in this world, then she could be truly impressive. It was only a matter of time until Xue Yaling could confirm for sure whether Bianca would have what it takes to make a difference, or if she’d end up fading into the sands of time.

“I’ll return to the others for the moment. On the off-chance you need me… right, you’re not Bianca, you know all the ways to reach me,” Xue Yaling walked away, keeping her spiritual perception on the Sect Master for as long as she was able to.

It was a pointless endeavour, ultimately, as the Sect Master was certain to recognise her mental energy and be on guard against her, doing nothing that might expose her secrets. On the contrary, it was the kitsune that would have to be careful, as Huang Su’s spiritual perception, while lacking the qualities of the seventh realm’s divine sense, still had the immense reach of a sixth realm cultivator.

Still, she doubted that she’d be getting so much scrutiny that she couldn’t have the occasional bit of fun.

As she came back to the camp, she spotted some interesting things that she’d been unable to perceive from afar. Jia Bo Xun, the new member of their weird little group, was standing at the side, occasionally swinging her sword in a strange manner and frowning more and more each time.

Han Rushu had fallen asleep on the grass, presumably having a fun dream, if the tent in her clothing was any indication. Even in her lazy state, the dragon-blooded blacksmith didn’t look half-bad, and her cock was rather enticing after all the time Xue Yaling spent sniffing Bianca’s cum earlier, but Han Rushu would have to go another day without the kind of attention she undoubtedly craved.

Yu Juan was also glancing – more to guide her spiritual perception than anything, given how her head never quite faced the correct direction – towards the blacksmith on occasion, though her glances were far less interested than they once had been, nor as interested as Xue Yaling’s were. It appears that the relationship between the two of them had declined quite a bit since they first entered the group, though it was no big shock given Bianca’s energy. It would be stranger if the Dancer still pined after the blacksmith.

Bianca and Song Ming returned from the woods, and the stench of sex and sweat was heavy enough that it overpowered the lingering musk of the former’s cum in the kitsune’s nose. Notably, however, there wasn’t a hint of masculine scent on them, so Bianca managed to restrain herself from unleashing her cock this one time.

‘Makes sense, given that she’d already let out so much today. Even if the cum inside her balls is nigh-infinite, her libido clearly has a limit somewhere.’

Their little group was growing by the day, and the kitsune wasn’t sure when that growth was going to stop, nor who else would join it before then. A Sect Master was already strange enough, so she couldn’t quite fathom what else to throw into the list to make it stranger.

‘… The Exarch wouldn’t join us, so at least I can discard that notion. The Exarch is unlikely to do much of anything about us for now, luckily…’ the kitsune had one ridiculous notion and discarded it, ‘I do wonder, though.’

“Ah, Xue Yaling, how is the progress on the… thing?”

“Ah, that? You see…”