I Was Called A Demon

Their journeys gave Bianca quite a bit of time to think, and while she had yet to conclude anything important, she did know that she needed to balance things out a little bit.

Trying to lean into her Demon Queen side too much was rather risky when she barely controlled it, and it would be all too easy to stress herself out for no reason, so she needed to do a few things to relax herself, to let go of the stress, to be… put in her place for a while, if she was to put it in a very particular way.

Of course, she wasn’t going to submit herself to Han Rushu in a similar manner that Song Ming did to Bianca herself. As she spent more and more time in this world, she was able to confirm that she wasn’t enough of a switch to allow for such a thing, neither did she believe the blacksmith to be someone that deserved that kind of connection. She was selfish, greedy and she’d almost certainly run off if the circumstances of their little group weren’t beneficial to her any longer.

Well, that’s if Bianca didn’t afflict her with the same corruption that she’d hit nearly everyone with at this point. If she did, she could… fix her.

‘No, bad Demon Queen, shut the fuck up,’ she nearly slapped her own face to try and get the intrusive thoughts of her head, but she managed to contain it and threw off everything but the Weave, having summoned her cock absentmindedly in the process.

The half-hard length was snug within the dark cloth of the Weave, though as always, it was just tight enough, never restricting her too much.

However, it felt very different when she took a look at Han Rushu, who had also undressed and now showed her whole body in a confident display. Bianca had glimpsed much of her body earlier, while they were bathing, but now she got a much better look, and she was downright incredible. Her whole body was moist with a faint layer of sweat, perhaps still lingering from their earlier trip, giving her light skin a gorgeous sheen.

Still, Bianca’s attention was locked on the blacksmith’s cock and balls, which looked to have gotten even more hairy and dirty since the last time she’d seen them. As always, it added to a certain appeal that Han Rushu had, a primal and lustful desire deep within Bianca that she was happy to unleash on these rare occasions, not to mention that thick, musky scent that wafted from the blacksmith’s groin.

Perhaps it had been a while since she got to experience it properly, but it was amazing, in a rather complex way. It was obviously still a thick scent of cock, mixed with sweat, dried cum and whatever else, and it was far from a delicate perfume, but that bestial flavour was what made it so alluring, flooding in through her nostrils and fogging up her brain.

‘If Song Ming feels something even more intense than this… I have a feeling I might be able to charm her even without my energy,’ Bianca thought for a moment, swallowing as she noticed her mouth filling up with drool.

The best part was that, in all the time that had passed since the dragon-blooded blacksmith got to enjoy the pleasure of another’s body, that musk built up and now felt incredibly rich and dense, a steaming cloud of scent that surrounded her shaft in a thick steam. It was the kind of thing she’d imagine in fiction, in some kind of porn, and yet here it was, right before her.

All of the dragon’s pubes were also moist from sweat, meaning that she could expect a plentiful dose of concentrated cock-musk once she got closer.

“Put your mouth to work if you don’t want me going in dry,” the blacksmith beckoned her over, and pointed to the floor, her meaning more than obvious even without that gesture.

Naturally, since Bianca had called her in here already, she was all too happy to oblige, lowering herself down onto her knees while inwardly celebrating the presence of the carpet. It would cause issues later, especially when it came to cleaning up, but right now it meant a degree of comfort as she settled down and looked on to the great length before her, which grew rapidly from half-mast to full size, a hard rod that was lined with pulsing veins.

She didn’t get to appreciate it for long as Han Rushu opened her mouth to say something, before seeming to decide against it and placing her hand on the back of Bianca’s head, pushing her right into her hairy, sweaty balls.

It forced her to shut her eyes, but that that just amplified her other sensations right as she had to breathe in amidst the forest of dark, greasy pubes. She filled her lungs and head with Han Rushu’s sweaty scent out of necessity, but her second breath was caused by desire, the urge to taste more of her.

‘Damn, I don’t remember her smelling so… good, last time, or the time before… That Bestial Scent or whatever is incredibly powerful,’ Bianca thought for a moment, before parting her lips and bringing out her tongue to lick at the heavy, hot and full orbs she was nuzzling up against.

Naturally, her tender muscle was instantly tickled by the dark pubic hairs and burned by the overwhelming taste of the sweat that coated them, but she didn’t relent and licked away, trying her best to clean the blacksmiths’ musky nuts. She felt those hairs clinging to her, a few definitely remaining on her tongue even when she pulled it away, but that degree of filthy lewdness only added to her enjoyment.

“You get more enthusiastic each time, don’t you, slut? Come on, clean me up properly, cover every little bit in your spit!” Han Rushu spoke enthusiastically, though the tone annoying Bianca a little.

The blacksmith had to have known the function of the Bestial Scent, so it felt like she was just bragging about the effects of her own skill. How dare she? Bianca didn’t register the hypocrisy with her own corruption and it’s effects, and instead felt the need to put Han Rushu in her place.

Thus, while she switched to sucking on one of her balls, she brought up her hand to the other and gently cupped it first, then, as she heard the blacksmith’s faint moan, she squeezed.

“A-ah! W-what are you-”

Bianca pulled away, using her spare hand to pick out a stray pubic hair that got stuck to her lips, and answered, “I told you what not to do, right? Also, don’t think I haven’t figured out your skill. If I wasn’t happy with our arrangement, I would punish you already.”

 

Han Rushu felt rather conflicted as she looked down on her future Sect Mistress, as she liked to call herself. On one hand, the slut was already a mess, her face coated in greasy sweat, pubes clinging to her lips and stuck in her teeth, her hair getting soaked. She was still a naïve little brat, and she was about to get fucked in the ass hard, taking a greater punishment than many sluts she had slept with would accept.

And yet, that annoying aura of hers radiated authority, and her firm grip on the blacksmith’s balls made for a potent persuasive tool to do as Bianca wished.

It was a weird contrast, but ultimately she decided to go along with the Sect Mistress’ wishes. After all, she just wanted to fuck her, and the easiest way to get that would be by just listening to her and not overstepping any boundaries. Besides, she could still imagine whatever words she wished and just keep them to herself, which would be enough to help her get off.

‘She’s still a filthy slut, no matter what she says, but… I get the feeling I’m never going to be able to put her in her proper place. Ah, well, even if she knows about Beastly Musk, she’s clearly into it, so I should get the occasional visit into her bedroom if I keep her happy,’ the blacksmith reasoned while Bianca returned to polishing her balls with her tongue, putting a little less effort into it than before, at first.

Her other hand remained on Han Rushu’s balls, gently caressing whichever parts she wasn’t currently licking. It was a prestigious treatment, and it was clear that Bianca learned from every occasion on which they had done this. She easily found the spots that pleased Han Rushu the most, and polished her ball sack to a shine, replacing the thick coating of sweat and grease with her own saliva.

When she had little more to lick, Bianca started moving up to the blacksmith’s cock, first stroking it idly while she finished off her cleaning duty, then upping the intensity as she pulled away and looked up into Han Rushu’s eyes.

Once again, her face looked absolutely delightful. Numerous black pubic hairs were sticking to Bianca’s face, which was coated in greasy sweat, her eyes having teared up slightly from breathing nothing but Han Rushu’s ball musk. There was no sight more beautiful than a slut debasing herself to such an extent, and even if Bianca was far from the typical woman she had been with, she was just as beautiful in this kind of position.

Better yet, the blacksmith could see how hard Bianca had gotten, her length stretching out the Weave she wore, the size of which slowly approached Han Rushu’s own. Regardless of that, in this particular moment, she was the one on the bottom, the one below, and her hard cock only showed off how much she was getting off on being Han Rushu’s ball cleaner.

“Now, I do remember you promising me a rough time – so will I have to suck this huge thing myself, or will you…” she finished the sentence by opening her mouth as wide as she could, sticking out her tongue and positioning herself right in front of the blacksmith’s throbbing shaft, her tongue tantalisingly close to the leaking tip.

However, Han Rushu had something different in mind, although she did take the opportunity to place her hand on Bianca’s cheek and thrust her thumb into her mouth, examining her waiting and eager hole up close.

“I’ll give you exactly that, but first, I want to see you sucking on it yourself. I never got the time to wash up, after all, and I wouldn’t want to use such an eager pussy-hole before I’m clean,” she replied, causing a slight frown to sneak into Bianca’s lustful expression.

It didn’t last long, though, as she closed her mouth and took an inquisitive sniff of the tip of Han Rushu’s dick. Almost immediately, she took another, inhaling deeper, and her frown dispersed, excitement and bliss creeping in instead. That wonderful, musk-drunk expression that she tended to have, one where she was clearly overwhelmed by the scent of cock.

 

Bianca eagerly breathed in the primal scent that emanated from the length, letting it wash over her mind, even as the sheer potency burned her nostrils. It was wonderful, and absolutely intoxicating, to the point that she was almost happy to forget about the dangerous properties of Han Rushu’s skills.

Almost.

Thus, she tried to keep a part of herself awake and sane while allowing the rest of herself to indulge in the musky flavour, taking in every little bit of it, savouring each little detail. She felt like she could learn and memorise the scent until she’d be able to recognise it anywhere – and she was already close, frankly. It wasn’t that hard to pick out certain smells amidst a crowd for her, especially now that her senses had gotten more precise thanks to her improving cultivation.

‘Fuck, this is so hot… she has such a thick and potent scent… I think if I let her use my pussy, she’d get me pregnant easily,’ she thought, finally deciding to get to the main event.

She parted her wet lips and stuck out her tongue, gingerly licking the tip, lapping up the pearly white droplets of pre that were spilling forth. They coated her tongue as she withdrew it, the taste of sweat and cum right on the tip of the throbbing member. Each flavour was incredibly rich, overwhelming her taste buds, burning the taste into her brain, and reminding her of the previous taste she’d had of this amazing thing.

Naturally, after she’d had one taste, she couldn’t herself back from licking again and again, soon diving in deeper and taking the tip into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the shaft as she suckled on the head.

Her mouth filled with precum as she looked up, forcing her gaze away from the shaft to look into the blacksmith’s eyes, expressing her appreciation for the thick dick she was providing.

She slipped her tongue beneath the blacksmith’s foreskin, licking all around beneath it, savouring the rich taste that she found beneath. Although Han Rushu took enough care of herself to avoid any filth gathering under there, there was still plenty of sweat and other tastes that she could relish.

For a moment, she even pondered what it would be like if the blacksmith’s hygiene standards dropped further, but she chose to shelve that thought. She’d already done enough mental exploration in that direction, and it was probably best to figure out a good place to stop before she went too far. Or, at least, to try out those other things before seeking to deprave herself further.

Han Rushu showed a look of delight, despite her best attempts to supress it, especially when she teased the underside of her shaft with her tongue. Even the gentlest of licks there seemed sufficient to send a shiver down her spine, so Bianca naturally doubled her efforts down there, while also taking the length deeper into her mouth, filling it up to the brim until her tongue barely had the room to swirl around the shaft.

Thus, all her efforts were focused on the underside, on the cum vein that would deliver her delicious treat – if she got to swallow or taste any, that is. Who knew what Han Rushu would end up doing, and whether she’d want to taste her seed or not, the blacksmith might just decide to pour each and every load into her ass.

“Yes, just like that… So, you wanted me to be rough, didn’t you? I’ll give you one second to breathe in,” Han Rushu announced, and just in case, Bianca did as she was told.

It wasn’t hard to guess what was coming, and while she was slightly excited for the prospect of having her face fucked while she was out of breath, being used like a fleshlight by the blacksmith, that could always come later. Falling unconscious, especially this early, in her grasp wouldn’t be a good idea.

She inhaled through her nose, since her mouth was filled to the brim already, and got a lungful of cock musk and sweat, the steamy air around Han Rushu’s groin leaving her with little oxygen to breathe in. That potent scent made the cock in her mouth feel even better, acting like an aphrodisiac, helping her relax her throat a little in preparation.

Then, the firm grip on the back of her head pushed her forward, impaling her onto the length, the tip of Han Rushu’s cock slamming against the back of her throat before inevitably sliding down. It bulged her throat and filled it to the brim, and any efforts to inhale past it were futile from the very start.

Instead, she just filled her head with the sweat that had built up at the blacksmith’s pubic area, the dark hairs tickling her nose and blocking any clean air from even attempting to get close. All she got was breath after breath of cock musk flooding her mind, making her drown in it, all while she was kept firmly in place, without any chance to pull away and take a normal breath.

Slowly, she felt herself becoming faint, although it was anyone’s guess whether it was due to the scent or the lack of air, if not both. Her throat spasmed as she tried to swallow down the length, but as her vision blurred, her throat relaxed, allowing itself to be reshaped by the throbbing rod, memorizing each vein and detail of her cockhead.

‘Fuck, is she actually going to… it’s so hot, but if she does take this too far-’

Luckily, she didn’t need to finish that thought and force her brain to work through the cloud of musk that seemed to seep into every little part of her, as Han Rushu grabbed her hair and pulled her back until the head of her cock was back at the entrance of Bianca’s throat.

Her reflexes kicked in and she breathed in through her nose, desperately trying to fill her lungs and deal with the burning emptiness, but the stench of sweat was hardly a substitute for proper air. Furthermore, she got just the one breath in before Han Rushu thrust forward again, forcing her throat to take her whole shaft once more, although without lingering this time. Instead, she fucked her face exactly as promised, thrusting quickly and deeply, before withdrawing just far enough to thrust back in stronger and faster.

“Take this, you slut! Stop trying to confuse me and just take the pounding that you want!” Han Rushu cried out, giving out said pounding with all her might, each thrust causing her balls to slap against Bianca’s chin and smear it with even more grease and filth.

Whatever words might’ve tried to form themselves in her head were blasted apart with every thrust, and all that emerged from her mouth were gags and sputters.

“Heavens, your mouth is such a tight and wet pussy… Fuck, how I wish I could just knock you up!”

The notion must’ve excited her quite a bit, as she groaned as her knees nearly buckled, her balls rising up as they pumped their load down her length, the underside of her shaft bulging as her thick cum travelled down it. Han Rushu thrust all the way in again and moaned as her cum sprayed into Bianca’s belly.

It was blazing hot and potent enough that she could taste it despite it being poured straight into her stomach, but soon she got a proper serving of it as the blacksmith pulled back to shoot a few ropes of seed right onto her tongue, filling her mouth and coating her poor, oft-abused tastebuds with that virile, earthy flavour.

“Don’t waste any of that – but show me first before you swallow,” Han Rushu withdrew a step and got her dick out of Bianca’s mouth, allowing her to admire her work properly.

Bianca was in no state to refuse, her brain barely keeping itself together with the onslaught of sensations, and neither did she want to. She proudly parted her lips and showcased the load on her tongue, so thick and viscous that the pearly strands remained on her tongue without spilling and making a mess for more than enough time for the flavour of the blacksmith’s cum to truly sink into her.

It was a display that Han Rushu clearly enjoyed, as by the time that she finally shut her mouth again and swallowed, the blacksmith’s cock had risen and hardened once more, coated in Bianca’s spit and ready to take her again.

“Looks like you came just from sucking me off. I don’t get why you insist on being so high and mighty, when being a slut for another’s cock seems to suit you better,” Han Rushu muttered, looking down at Bianca’s groin.

As hazy as her head felt at the moment, Bianca didn’t even need to check to know that the blacksmith was right. Her cock was wet with cum that she had spilled as her belly was getting filled up, a weak and watery stream that couldn’t compare to her usual loads staining the Weave of the Senses, though that wasn’t how she was so certain.

‘I felt it... that moment that my energy interacted with Han Rushu… So I’m one step closer to shutting this brat up and turning her into my toy…’ Bianca’s thoughts coalesced awfully clearly for a moment, each word sounding foreign, as though someone else was thinking them

However, she didn’t have the capacity to cast her blame at the usual suspect before Han Rushu spoke again, “I’ve still not given you what I promised, so maybe that’ll finally fuck some sense into you.”

The blacksmith reached down and grabbed her, lifting her with ease and shoving her onto a set of chairs that stood besides the dining table, resulting in Bianca being on all fours while her ass was at the same height as Han Rushu’s leaking cock.

“Ready for round two?”