The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Temptations (R-18)

Seventh Peak, Jade White Mountain.

"Now that I've reached the Nascent Soul realm, I can finally make the Spiritual Sword recognize me as its master," Sam smiled as he took out a golden sword with white accents from his storage.

The sword was exceptionally sharp, and he could feel the hostile sword qi wrapping around it, threatening as if it would hurt him if he tried to use it.

It was the sword he received as a reward for reaching the Supreme Core Formation realm.

The sword's name was the Astral Ascendant Sword, made from one of the rarest and strongest metals from the galaxies known as Astral Essence Steel, hence its name.

Sam observed the sword in 360 degrees, his eyes catching a dragon mark on the hilt. "You are one gorgeous sword."

The sword, as if embarrassed by his words, rushed its sword qi at his hand holding its hilt, which stung his hand.

"Aren't you a little shy?" Sam watched the wound from the sword qi heal rapidly in a second.

If it were a normal sword, there would be no need to make it recognize him as its master. However, it was not a common sword; it held a faint wisp of a soul inside. It had to recognize him as its master for him to wield it.

He placed the sword on the mat in front of him, then cut his hand using the Astral Ascendant Sword and let the sword soak in his blood. He then condensed a ball of spiritual energy in the hand he cut.

The sword, sensing the rich spiritual energy, buzzed before the warm blood on it started to disappear and get absorbed into the sword itself.

Sam waited for a few seconds for the sword to acknowledge him as its master.

When his blood finally disappeared without a trace, the sword emitted a small golden light, which then condensed into a streak of light that merged with Sam's body.

It was a success. The Astral Ascendant Sword had accepted Sam as its master.

Looking at the tamed sword, a small smile formed on his face. "Nice to meet you, partner. Together, we will be undefeated."

The sword buzzed with a slight glow as if responding to his words.

Right then, a figure entered the cave—a woman with her milky white hair in a bun, golden eyes, and a very alluring, seductive body.

"Grandma," Sam's eyes fell on her, and he couldn't help but stare at her ample breasts visible through the revealing clothes she wore.

'Did she wear such revealing dress just for me?' Sam had never seen his grandmother reveal even a little skin, but now, he could clearly see the depth of her cleavage.

Sam gulped, trying to control himself. He was feeling an intense desire, and if it weren't for his great control over his emotions, he would have pounced on her already.

Even if he did, Sam knew she wouldn't reject him... probably because his divine power showed him that she was also lusting after him.

Adriana beamed with satisfaction, observing his struggle to control his emotions. She then composed herself and spoke, "My grandson, your duel with Tomas Wichura is set to commence in three days. The Nightshade Arena in Nightingale will be the venue."

"I-I understand," Sam replied, finding it difficult to avert his gaze from her. The allure of her figure made it challenging for him, especially considering he hadn't relieved his tensions for a couple of days. Now, the sight of her was pushing him to the edge.

Pretending not to notice his inner turmoil, Adriana continued, "Grandson, I have a proposal for you."

"What proposal?"

"If you defeat Tomas Wichura with a significant display of strength, I will grant you a reward." Adriana approached Sam, her presence nearly brushing against him.

"What kind of reward?" Sam inquired slowly.

Adriana delicately touched his lips with her thumb, moving her lush ones closer to his. "The kind of reward that will linger in your immortal memory forever."

As she was about to seal the promise with a kiss, a stern and assertive voice abruptly interrupted them.

"That's enough, Mother."

Adriana, though she got annoyed a little, didn't show it on her face as she knew who this voice belonged to. "Lorraine, dear, I was just having a 'casual conversation' with my grandson; you don't need to be so serious."

Adriana took a step back from Sam with a small smile. "Well, my most beloved grandson, remember what we talked about?"

With those words and a smile at Lorraine, Adriana disappeared from the mountain.

Lorraine looked at Sam, and seeing his flustered expression which she found very hard to resist, she lost her control.

She moved with her full speed and embraced Sam; she could feel her own excitement grow from the skin contact.

As for Sam, he was feeling it even more; he was already quite over the edge when Adriana left him in that condition, and now his aunt, whom he had always been quite attracted to, is hugging him like that, which made him lose his composure.

Without warning, Sam pressed his lips on Lorraine, simultaneously pushing his tongue inside her warm mouth.

Sam passionately kissed Lorraine, his hands exploring her body, and he couldn't help but grope her right breast, eliciting a soft moan from her.

"..aah"

Hearing her moan, Sam's desire intensified. He pushed her onto the mat, getting on top of her, engaging in a frenzied French kiss. He savored her saliva, her skin, and her mouth as if they were the most delicious things in the world.

Unable to restrain himself, Sam aggressively removed the upper part of her robe, exposing her white and ample breasts, which he eagerly grabbed and kneaded.

"..hmm" Lorraine squirmed in pleasure, her arousal evident as her panties became soaked.

Sam suddenly withdrew from their passionate kiss and started sucking on her pink, erect nipples while continuing to knead the other breast.

"...S-Sam, slowly," Lorraine pleaded, feeling the pleasure intensify. She was on the verge of climax.

Hearing her plea, Sam became even more excited and slowly slid his hand into her panties.

"...Stop... I'm not ready," but her words fell on deaf ears as Sam's fingers explored her warm love juices leaking from her pussy, gently touching and massaging her clitoris.

"...ahh...aaa" Lorraine, overwhelmed by the sudden intense sensations, couldn't contain herself and climaxed on his hands. Her legs squeezed tightly together as she experienced the powerful orgasm, subsiding after a few minutes.

Just as Sam was about to continue his intimate exploration, he was stopped by Lorraine, "...Sam, not now."

Sam, breathing heavily, struggled to keep his sanity intact in the wake of their passionate encounter.

Witnessing his critical condition, Lorraine felt sympathy. She wanted to give herself to him badly right now, but she didn't want to do it under these circumstances, and in a mountain's cave too.

She wanted to do it in a romantic setting, in her own room, in a very romantic night.

Sam's breathing heaved, feeling his heart beating faster. He was using every ounce of his strength to resist the urge to eat her.

Seeing her bare breasts and her love juices drenched on his hands only made it even more challenging for him to hold back.

He said as he tried to restrain his desiring thoughts. "A-Aunt Lorraine, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

His face flushed with red, the blood rushing through his veins racing even faster.

Lorraine wasn't in any better condition.

Her face was red, and the aftereffects of her orgasm were still lingering on her body. Her bare chest with her disheveled robe revealing her panties only made it harder for Sam to control himself.

"...Come closer," Lorraine slowly said, not bothering to cover up her bare breasts that hung alluringly, just waiting for Sam to devour them.

"...No," Sam resisted. If he moved any closer than he already was, he might lose his sanity and give in to the temptation.

Seeing him not moving, Lorraine stepped in front of him, grabbed one of his hands, and placed it on her bare breast.

"Aunt Lorraine... What are you doing? We... We can't do this," Sam muttered.

Lorraine didn't care about his babbling; to her, Sam was not in the right state of mind, and he didn't even know what he was saying.

Lorraine held his chin with her hand, pulled it to her face, and kissed his lips deeply. This time, she took the lead, pushing her tongue slowly.

She didn't try to be rough like Sam; it was a slow and deliberate kiss, taking her time to savor Sam's taste.

All the while, she kept holding Sam's hand against her bare breast.

After a few minutes, Sam's mind started to calm, and he took control of his body and his emotions.

"Are you calm now?" Lorraine asked, pulling her lips from his as a thread of dense saliva formed between her mouth and Sam's.

Sam nodded and turned his eyes away, a move that Lorraine found very cute and adorable.

"I—" Before he could speak, Lorraine again plastered his mouth with hers, giving him another deep kiss.

"There is more where that came from," Lorraine said slowly and seductively. "If you say that you love me and you will make me your woman, you can have the whole package soon."

Lorraine wasn't one to give subtle, invisible hints and wait for the man to make the first move. She was shameless, and like a shameless woman, she would make the first move.

For some reason, hearing her say that stirred something in him. His eyes turned red, and his red hair turned white.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer until their chests touched tightly.

Lorraine wasn't surprised at his boldness because she was the one responsible for his shamelessness.

"You're mine and mine alone," Sam declared, starting to kiss and suck on her pinkish delicious lips like a hungry monster. His tongue invaded her mouth, engaging in a battle for supremacy with hers.

Lorraine felt butterflies swinging in her stomach, only she knew how happy she was at that moment.

He pressed her onto the mat, positioning himself on top of her as they engaged in a passionate kiss. Just as he was about to remove her panties, Lorraine stopped him by gently pushing his chest away.

"Not now... we can go all the way once you win your upcoming fight with Tomas Wichura," Lorraine said, gazing into his red eyes, filled with a burning desire that felt like it could consume her.

"Tch..." His annoyance grew, and he halted his attempts to go further, opting instead to continue kissing, trying to satisfy his desires by immersing himself in the moment.

As they kissed, Lorraine sneakily ventured into Sam's pants, grasping his arousal and gently stroking it.

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Lorraine wrapped her fingers around his member, her eyes widening in surprise. "It's so big... How can he be so big? How can it fit inside me?"

Suddenly, she felt a surge of fear at the thought of Sam's member soon entering her. But she shook that thought away.

"Lay on my lap; I'll make you feel good," Lorraine suggested, placing his head on her lap and offering her breasts for him to suck on. Simultaneously, she removed his pants and began to stroke his hardness up and down.

Lorraine was feeling an intense warmth, her love, obsession, lust, and greed for Sam were escalating like a hurricane.

Moreover, his fervent attention to her breasts heightened her pleasure, and the sensations she experienced fueled her desire for more.

As Sam sucked on her ample bosom with intensity, she increased the rhythmic movement of her hand on his dick. 'It's so big that it's hard to handle it with one hand'

'I could savor these endlessly,' Sam aggressively nibbled on her nipple, sucking on the sensitive area as if indulging in a delectable treat.

As Lorraine kept on increasing the speed of her jerking off, Sam soon reached his limit and was about to explode.

Lorraine could feel the heat in her hand increasing and felt his member throbbing strongly and uncontrollably, like it was going to explode at any moment. "Dear, you can come anytime you want."

Sam, hearing this, gave up holding back, and soon he reached his climax and blasted on her hands. Lorraine felt the warm white liquor sprinking on her hands like a water fall. 'He came so much.'

Sam breathed heavily as he removed her breast from his mouth, and his appearance went back to normal.

His eyes met Lorraine's eyes with love and passion. "I love you... Be my woman."

"Oh, honey, I've always been yours to take." Lorraine cleaned her hands with her spiritual energy.

She touched Sam's fair face lovingly and said, "Don't tell your mother about our 'little incident', or she would be so jealous."

"I want her to be mine too," Sam said hastily.

"Ha, finally, I've been waiting for who knows how long for those words to come out of your mouth. Darling, she's already like me—yours," Lorraine declared.

Then they cleaned up the place together as if what they did was nothing unusual.

"Honey, we can have our night after your battle with that Wichura boy; we can do it all night until you want," Lorraine said.

"Umu," Sam nodded excitedly.

Lorraine smiled and gave him one last deep French kiss before she exited the cave.

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