IOAFD - 1155. Sword Worship

Her kiss was a little rough, a little too eager. She had been frustrated for a full month. Her lips dragged against his, begging and nibbling until he finally gave in to her fully. Her mouth opened in response, letting out a sweet sigh.

They held each other, her body melting into his, surrounded by his fiery warmth. She moaned, her eyes closed, fully enjoying the moment. She missed him so much. They were finally together again. The passion she had bottled up for so long poured out in one continuous surging feeling.

Against the setting sun over the western horizon, against a vast ocean that sparkled with orange light, Peng Lingxi held her most important person and didn’t let go for a long time.

“Lingxi,” Chen Wentian whispered her name after their lips finally parted. He couldn’t help but smile, “You shouldn’t kiss a man like that. Otherwise, he might think you are in love with him.”

She laughed softly, “What if I want to? What if I want there to be no ambiguity at all?”

Hearing this, his heart jumped with joy. His stomach fluttered. It was always an amazing feeling, hearing a beautiful woman confess her feelings.

“Lingxi, what kind of man interests you the most?” He asked again.

She peered into his eyes, trying to look into his soul, “You, and only you.”

Their lips met once more. This time, her kiss was more desperate, almost brimming with desire. She pushed him against the ship’s railing, leaning into him because she simply couldn’t get enough.

At the same time, her soft body was glued against his. His aura surrounded her, giving her a supreme sense of safety and comfort. She also felt the heat against her lower stomach. The hard thing pressed against her sent sharp thrills down her spine and into her core. Something ached deep within her, filling her mind with only one thought.

“Master, have you heard about the Sword of Saint’s Conception?” She asked.

Chen Wentian’s erection twitched strongly at the mention. With the addition of Luo Ping’s soul, he naturally knew of the Sword of Saint’s Conception. It was a sword based dual cultivation art. It had been passed down within the Limitless Sword Hall ever since the beginning. It was one of its most famous sword arts.

“Naturally, I know all about it. My dearest disciple, do you want to give it a try?”

Her eyes flashed with desire and she pressed a hand against the bulge in his pants. In truth, ever since she had heard about this dual cultivation sword art, she had wanted to try it. She always felt that this was the right way to cultivate, ever since she discovered that having sex could help her comprehension of the sword.

“Let us start with the introductory chapter, sword worship,” He said, recalling Luo Ping’s knowledge, “Cultivating the sword must be akin to worship. Between a man and a woman, the sword is their life, their past, and their future. To honor this sacred link, we both must worship the sword so that it may be in the perfect state for subsequent cultivation and comprehension of the sword way.”

Peng Lingxi listened to every word, letting them sink into her spiritual sea. She felt it all made perfect sense. Before practicing the sword, she always had to ensure that her sword was in perfect condition.

“Master, I am ready.”

“Good, I’ll let you go first, kneel down.”

“Yes!”

She knelt before him, her face facing the tent in his pants. She had an inkling of what this worship entailed and her heart pounded with excitement.

Chen Wentian quickly undid his clothes and let his cock spring free. The tip barely missed the tip of her nose as it jumped up and down before her eyes.

“This is our sword. We must ensure that it is sharpened and honed to perfection. First, hone the tip.”

She obeyed and kissed the tip. A drop of arousal hit her tongue, making her shiver. She kissed him for a little while before starting to bob her head up and down, using her lips to hone the tip of his sword. She imagined that it was a true sword. The tip was the most important part. Its hardness and vigor determined a sword’s power and might. She had to prepare it well.

And she soon felt it, a mysterious sword energy that started to collect at the tip of his cock. With each sucking motion, this energy grew sharper and more concentrated. It was amazing.

“Good… very good…” That was all he could say as he watched her worship his sword.

It felt so good. And she was so enthusiastic, the perfect combination. He silently praised the perverted immortal who had come up with this dual cultivation art, a true genius.

“Very good… the tip has been honed to perfection. You may stop and move onto the next step, polish the blade and sharpen the blade. The tip is for stabbing. The blade is slashing. No sword art can do without one or the other, understand?”

“Yes, master!”

Still kneeling, Peng Lingxi tilted her head as she began to lick his shaft. She had also read the introductory texts of the Sword of Saint’s Conception. She knew what to do.

Using her tongue, she diligently licked everywhere along his cock. Her tongue slid up and down his shaft until it had been perfectly polished. But it wasn’t over yet. The next step required even more concentration.

Facing his cock directly, she swallowed it bit by bit until the tip slid down her throat. Then, she started to move her head back and forth, slowly sharpening his sword blade with her mouth, with her tongue.

Sword energy gathered between them. It was substantial. And it had a profoundness that could rarely be found in other methods. Chen Wentian was a little surprised. Aside from the amazing pleasure, this was actually a good dual cultivation sword art. Its creator was really a true genius.

“Last step of worship…” He was about to blow but there was one more step to go, “You must wield the sword and test its might.”

Peng Lingxi reluctantly pulled his sword out of her mouth and nodded obediently. Seeing the glistening sword in front of her face, the tip dripping with arousal, she knew what she had to do. Gripping his length with both hands, she stroked him purposefully, wielding his sword with practiced precision.

“Good… almost… keep going…”

The sword in her hands grew harder. All of the sword energy they had collected was about to escape.

“Lingxi… ugh… almost…”

Chen Wentian finally lost it. Abandoning all pretenses, he let pleasure overtake him. The gathered sword intent pierced his self-control and burst out.

His cock in her hand twitched and pulsed as he came. Streaks of white flew through the air like tiny sword blades. Some landed in her open mouth while others covered her face, from her forehead to her chin.

When it finally ended, Peng Lingxi let out a satisfied laugh. She licked her lips, tasting his spunk. It was filled with his vigorous sword energy.

“Master… wow! That was amazing!”

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