Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Chapter 13 13: First Step Into Cultivation [2]

?"Lie down." Her husky voice sounded, patting the ground beside her, no longer displaying her lustful face.

Amon shrugged his shoulders before doing as she said; right now, he couldn't risk being a cocky or cheeky idiot for his feeling of masculine pride; the towering dragon was enough.

'I can see your eyes watching it, damn female tiger!'

She took a deep breath before her body began to glow with a beautiful white mist, a streamer of brilliant white qi expelled from her lips, floating around her body like a shooting star, rapidly increasing in speed as if collecting power and velocity from its continuous rotations.

Elma spread her hands wide as the thick mist increased, moving her body closer to Amon.

Her sexy body straddled his waist, suddenly releasing a slight moan as she felt his dragon slide along her silky tiger's den, her soft lips squished by his fierce tip before slotting between two soft, squishy cheeks as her buttocks sat on his pelvis, placing her hands against his abdomen, with her green eyes almost glowing as they watched him intently.

Amon swore momentarily that her pupils became a narrow slit, like a cat's.

"Focus, feel my energy passing through the air, do not focus on my body, you can look all you want later!" She snapped, her breathing slightly haggard as her hands began to perform strange shapes and movements along his muscular abs, a slightly warm and wet feeling dripping down his pelvis as her hips naturally moved to perform the movements.

Elma's glistening white streamer of qi began to circle Amon, now as thick as his forearm, brushing along his skin, sending a sense of cold through his body and the area before his body erupted with a sense of rejection and fiery passion.

His black flaming qi billowed and surged as the vague, misty black dragon in his stomach thrashed around and roar, flying through his inner core as the white tiger and small blue phoenix fought each other ferociously.

"FOCUS!" Her husky voice brought him back to reality, as two heavy mounds now drooped from her body, pressing against his chest with a slightly damp feel, the soft marshmallows squishing more as she pressed her body against his, their breath entangling as her nose touched his.

Elma leaned forward and grasped both his hands, her face slightly grimaced as she closed her eyes tight.

The two beasts were struggling inside him, trying to escape the prison of his body; his muscles clenched as his body grew hot, the muscles in his arms and chest tightening with a burning sensation as his entire body went rigid.

He wanted to scream, but the moment his lips opened, a sudden icy cold sensation filled them; as Elma's lips covered his, her tongue was wild and passionate as it coiled around his, leaving a thick white qi lingering each moment she came into contact with him.

Amon never thought this was her lust; he could feel a soft layer of white aura filling his entire body, from his raging dragon to his soft lips devoured by the tigress.

She broke off the kiss, panting heavily, and looked at him with her beautiful eyes, her breasts bouncing gently with the motion as she spoke.

"Now, Master... please..." She took another deep breath, closing her eyes. Amon felt something hot and thick fill his mouth as she began to pour what seemed to be her liquid qi into his mouth, the icy feeling almost freezing his mouth as something began to react deep inside his body, a sense of fierce passion, desire and power surging within his body.

His hands released hers, moving down her body slowly, a black flame seeming to flicker from his fingertips as if imitating the actions of Elma by instinct.

The sheer mastery of his qi was only due to having it fused directly with his body and soul by the strange existence when he was reborn.

Her body fluttered, a sexy and hoarse moan leaving her lips, and his hands were rough, squeezing and pulling at her body, enjoying her soft arms and smooth back, before a loud slap resounded his hands grasping her meaty and tight ass with both hands, pulling the cheeks apart to allow his dragon to peek from the back, now fully curved around her lower body, with a euphoric feeling filling them both.

Elma's face was a mix of excitement and pain, but she didn't protest or even make a sound, allowing him to take what he wanted without any resistance. Her ass began to deform from his hands tightly grasping and pulling on the smooth cheeks, his dragon enjoying the tension and friction his hands caused.

He felt his own body grow hot as the fiery red qi surged through his body, his black lance now pulsating and twitching like a raging beast, the fire of his dragon growing hotter and brighter, causing the misty mist to become more transparent and thin.

'She's so soft... it's so warm and sticky.... damn, this makes Alice look like a frigid wasteland!'

He wanted to devour her, to consume her whole, but he held back; instinct told him that patience and balance were the keys, so he allowed her cooling snowy white tiger qi to enter his body.

Elma was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as her body trembled, her fingers digging into his shoulders; he could feel the soft fur above her tiger's den brushing against his pelvis as she began to move along his dragon rod, seeming to be filled with a strange feeling. Her inner thighs, as her legs wrapped around his waist, gripping him tightly as she pulled him closer.

"Slower.... it's... hitting strange places!' Elma whispered as her eyes were dilated entirely, watching his face as a strange feeling dominated her body.

This technique could be performed without any intimate actions, but that would result in a more inferior product.

Elma desired perfection, thus allowing this discrepancy, even though she couldn't control the side-effects of his raging black dragon qi that began to set her body on fire like a series of explosions as it penetrated deep into her body, filling her organs, blood, bones and muscle.

Her usually concealed lust exploded as her white aura flooded into his body, dispersing the blue phoenix qi between them; soon, the first phase of their cultivation would end.

As the two beasts fought for supremacy, Amon felt the first signs of the battle as his body grew hotter and hotter, the flames from his black dragon flickering with each beat of his heart.

He felt the burning heat as the flames surged, sending out waves of scorching air, making the muscles in his body suddenly ache, before the white snowy qi and fierce frozen qi of the phoenix began to fight against his insides, causing the flesh to be destroyed slowly, melted then chilled and tempered his mind was filled with agony, despite the soft feeling of her body sliding along him there was no leeway to tight straight, as the warmth began to envelop his entire body.

Emla's arms now wrapped around his back, her lips biting and sucking on his neck as she was dominated by her feral qi and his black dragon qi then began to temper her insides a twisting and unbearable pain, only made lighter when her mouth and body was filled with a mouthful of powerful flaming black qi.

"Hahh!" A loud growl escaped Elma's throat as her hips began to move, her body moving with a sense of urgency, pushing its way up and down his dragon.

The friction causing her to be filled from the lower body of fiery dragon qi soothed her pain temporarily, only to increase the amount of pain as it caused her body to be tempered further; both of their bodies began to fill with a thick layer of grey sweat, sliding from them as they rubbed and pressed against each other, staining the black yoga-mat.

"The first phase... it's almost done....!" Elma let out a thick, murky breath from her lips, turning her face away from him as it smelt horrible, but he too released the same murky air, his much thicker and dense, as it poured towards the mat, almost melting and disintegrating the fabric.

Amon couldn't take the time to listen to her speaking; now that their energy was constantly cycling between each other, his entire existence was filled with euphoric pleasure, his muscles, flesh and blood surging with each repetition as the impurities and inferior sludge was all seeping below them, her hips moving faster as the end drew closer, only causing him to soar to new heights.

"Fill me with your QI! All of it! Push with everything you have! Don't leave a single drop and accept mine entering you!"

Amon felt his dragon throb as he began to feel a burning sensation in his lower abdomen as if something was trying to break free from the confines of his body, only to be stopped by Elma's snowy white tiger qi.

Following her instructions, he began to envision his entire body emptying inside her, the vulgar image he made causing his black qi to flood her body as Elma squealed and yelped, convulsing on his chest, as a cold and blissful qi entered his chest, as he reacted the same, several spurts of warm, dragon's spit began to spray onto her back as her tiger's den seemed to have flooded and soaked his lower body, her body now weak in his arms as she was filled with his dragon qi and the mixed phoenix qi now split evenly between them.

'I'm empty....it feels so good... fuck... I want to do this all day.' Amon thought as his dragon spewed the thickest rope of spit into the blond hair of Elma, as she collapsed down onto Amon's chest, breathing deeply, trying to recover.

"Hold.... prepare.....soon the pain will start, grab onto me tightly, don't let go... damn, my back is wet... so warm and sticky.... all over my damn ass, you little bastard.... but it felt good...'

This was the most dangerous moment of the first stage; after the pair were exhausted, their bodies would genuinely begin to temper themselves using the energies of their partner, but the tools used to keep the person from swallowing their tongue were too far for her to reach, as she lifted her tired body, mere moments before the pain would begin...

"Look at me." She asked Amon, her voice softer than before but still deep and husky.

Amon looked towards her before she kissed him passionately, mouth parting for a moment, "Suck on my tongue, no matter what pain you suffer or how badly you want to give up, just suck on my tongue and enjoy the tasty spit of the white tigress countless of lonely soldiers fantasize and masturbate too and feel proud!"

Amon felt his throat constrict as he took her soft, hot tongue into his mouth, pushing against her with his own, and began to pleasure her with his tongue as the feeling of a hot, burning ball of energy in his lower abdomen started growing, and then began to expand.

The next moment, he no longer had the willpower or mind to explain or understand what had happened.

His vision turned black, as PAIN was all he could experience; it was like his existence was merely to endure this unbearable pain that felt like it was tearing apart his entire body; feeling the fierce sucking of Elma's lips, his eyes snapped open to see her nose and eyes were bleeding as the skin of her face filled with thick gashes, before her trembling hand moved to hold his back, closing her eyes and kissing him more passionately.

As if to tell him not to look.

He could hear her voice as she continued to speak, "Just keep your eyes closed, focus on the taste of my tongue, and think about nothing else but the fact that you will become the strongest, the most powerful man in the world after taking the essence of the white tigress of the eastern front!"

Amon forced his arms to move, even moving an inch causing them to snap, the meat and flesh tearing from his bone, but determined, he wrapped his arms around the back of the white tigress, gently stroking her as he felt her tremble in response, her kiss becoming more intense.

The pain and suffering enveloped the pair; they kissed each other desperately as three types of qi raged inside their bodies, no longer a feeling of pleasure.

But horrible torture left the entire room bathed in black sludge, dark blood and discarded flesh.