Mountain stream. (Explicit)
Xiulan felt giddy as she pulled Yen Wen’s hand and ran away from Rockcreek. Soon Yen Wen got over her shock and, as a cultivator, she was much stronger than Xiulan. She quickly scooped up Xiulan and placed her on her back. Xiulan tightened her arms around Yen Wen’s neck and crossed her ankles to circle Yen Wen’s hips.
Yen Wen started to sprint towards the distant mountains with long loping strides. Xiulan laughed as the bracing cold wind blew on her face and through her hair as afternoon turned to evening. She eventually calmed down and enjoyed the pleasant feeling of friction as Yen Wen’s strong back muscles rubbed against her little sister through her tight leather pants.
After a few hours of running the pair arrived at the foothills and a shallow mountain stream. Yen Wen was breathing heavily now, and Xiulan thought that they were far enough away to take a break. Besides Yen Wen was covered in blood and needed to clean up. The night air was cold but for a cultivator like Yen Wen the night air was tolerable. Yen Wen laid Xiulan down on a grassy bank and began to strip off her bloody clothing. Thinking about it now Xiulan probably overreached. That mortal servant probably could not have really hurt Yen Wen. Still at least now she knew what ‘eliminate’ meant.
Yen wen slowly started to dip her toes into the water. She was naked now and Xiulan began to feel a tingle in her little sister. Quietly so that Yen Wen would not notice, Xiulan began to shimmy her pants down her legs.
Yen Wen moved into the stream’s deepest point. The water only reached up to her mid thighs. Yen Wen began to clean herself, rubbing her skin with a handful of leaves she had collected from the bank of the stream. Yen Wen’s skin turned red at the abrasive friction.
When Yen Wen started cleaning her breasts Xiulan was already playing with her little sister. Xiulan stifled her groans and moved the index finger of her right hand in and out of her private garden. Xiulan used her left hand to start aggressively rubbing her clit. The same fire of Qi began to build in Xiulan’s dantian. Xiulan was well on her way to working herself to a secret orgasm when her spasming legs crunched a branch under her left foot. Xiulan froze as Yen Wen turned to her.
Yen Wen smiled and shook her head, “what a naughty girl. I can’t leave you alone for a minute without you misbehaving.
Yen wen turned to face Xiulan and spread her bottom lips apart with one hand, “is this what you want, you little slut?”
Xiulan squeaked and only rubbed herself harder at the suggestion. Yen Wen tutted and moved towards Xiulan. Yen wen grabbed Xiulan by the hair and said forcefully, “I need to punish you for getting me all dirty.” She then shoved Xiulan’s face into her crotch and purred, “I need your attention down here.”
Xiulan needed no further invitation and started to lick Yen Wen’s slit aggressively. Yen Wen squeaked and then tugged Xiulans head a little away. “Slowly bitch,” said Yen Wen, “be gentle with my little sister.”
Xiulan began to gently kiss Yen Wen’s sex instead. She could taste the sticky sweetness of her hot cunt. While her tongue worked Xiulan continued to finger herself. After a minute Yen Wen was trembling. Xiulan could tell she was close so she moved her tongue from caressing Yen Wen’s inner walls to the huntress’s clit.
Yen Wen panted and then pressing her crotch forcefully into Xiulan’s mouth she began to cum and squirt into Xiulan’a face.
At the same time Xiulan felt herself spasming on her own fingers and an orgasm ripped out of her. Xiulan screamed into Yen Wen’s sex and felt the built up Qi leave her dantian and at the same time a new cool Qi flow into her.
Yen Wen collapsed to her knees and seized Xiulans lips in a long kiss. Yen Wen’s tongue invaded Xiulan’s mouth to taste herself on the smaller woman’s lips.
After that they both just lay in the grass. Feeling Xiulan shiver Yen Wen pulled a fur from her cloths over them. Xiulan out of nowhere proclaimed, “I would like to offer you a job.”
Yen Wen chuckled and bit Xiulan’s earlobe, “from where I am lying it does not seem that you have much of anything to offer.”
Xiulan pouted and retorted, “you saw me at the market today. Before long I will be rich. Most importantly however I can make your cultivation soar if you stay with me. I cannot fight the way you can my only defence is what you saw today with that servant and that is not with out cost.”
Yen Wen giggled, “shouldn’t we exchange names before you offer to make me a rich woman?”
Xiulan blushed. She had forgotten that Yen Wen did not have appraisal vision like her, “my name is Long Xiulan, and I am going to be the world’s best merchant.”
Yen Wen sat up and reached out her hand to shake, “Well met Long Xiulan. I am Yen Wen and I gladly accept your offer.
The duo slept under the stars that night and reconvened for a meeting the next morning.
“I think the best start for us would be to gather some more furs and hides from the mountains. I can turn those into silver easily,” said Xiulan.
Yen Wen huffed, “considering that we had to leave Rockcreek without any food or supplies we would be best off by going to my village first anyway.
Xiulan reddened at the reference to their sudden departure but agreed. Yen Wen’s village was not that far away so they set out for it. After hiking for a few hours, they reached a village as they came to the base of the mountain proper.
Several children ran out to great them, and Yen Wen lifted one of the boys up onto her shoulder. It was not a large village. Fewer than one hundred people overall. There was only one large hut that Yen Wen gave a wide berth.
Shooing the children away Yen Wen led Xiulan to a small hut, “wait here,” said an oddly morose Yen Wen. She then disappeared into the hut through the deer skin flap. Xiulan looked around the village and noted that the all the adults particularly the woman looked miserable. Perhaps there was another reason beside Xiulan herself that made Yen Wen so keen to leave.
Soon Xiulan had her answer as she saw several men approach. There was a large man in the front of the group that was dressed far more lavishly than the other villagers. Xiulan appraised him and saw:
Village Chief Qin Rong – First level Qi Condensation, Level Two forced Spiritual Roots. Worth 100 Gold coins. Double to eliminate.
The chief swaggered up to Yen Wen’s hut and then leered at Xiulan. “Where is the Wen woman?” he demanded.
Xiulan blinked and then looked around at the small village and then at Yen Wen’s small hut in an overdone way. Clearly, she was saying that Yen Wen was in her hut.
The chief huffed in annoyance and then shouted, “Yen Wen get out here.”
The flap opened and Yen Wen stepped out carrying several packs. She dropped them at her feet and gave the chief a cool stare, “yes chief?” questioned Yen Wen in a light tone.
The chief eyed her bags and equally coolly asked, “going somewhere?”
Yen Wen smirked “yes chief. I am leaving to make my fortune. You will finally be the only cultivator in the village. Just as you have always wanted.”
The chief’s mouth twitched, “did you ask my permission to leave Yen Wen. Your meat will be needed come winter. Also, I have not chosen a third wife yet.”
He said this last with a suggestive smile. Yen Wen did not reply immediately. Instead, she bent down to recover her bags and began to walk away. Catching Xiulan’s hand in her own as she moved. The chief’s face went red with anger and he raised a hand to stop Yen Wen.
Yen Wen released Xiulan, raised her own now free hand, and caught the chief’s. Yen Wen proceeded to force the chief to his knees and exerting more pressure brought him to the edge of breaking bone, The chief to his credit did not scream but only grunted and went pale with fright.
He then whispered, “second level.” As if disbelieving and fell to his side. Yen wen snatched Xiulan’s hand again and then left the village.
Affter the village passed out of their sight Yen Wen said, “I would kill him but without his cultivation the villagers would not survive the winter. The heavens were blind when they let him inherit his father’s title.
Xiulan said nothing but gave Yen Wen’s hand a firm squeeze.
Mountain stream. (Explicit)
Xiulan felt giddy as she pulled Yen Wen’s hand and ran away from Rockcreek. Soon Yen Wen got over her shock and, as a cultivator, she was much stronger than Xiulan. She quickly scooped up Xiulan and placed her on her back. Xiulan tightened her arms around Yen Wen’s neck and crossed her ankles to circle Yen Wen’s hips.
Yen Wen started to sprint towards the distant mountains with long loping strides. Xiulan laughed as the bracing cold wind blew on her face and through her hair as afternoon turned to evening. She eventually calmed down and enjoyed the pleasant feeling of friction as Yen Wen’s strong back muscles rubbed against her little sister through her tight leather pants.
After a few hours of running the pair arrived at the foothills and a shallow mountain stream. Yen Wen was breathing heavily now, and Xiulan thought that they were far enough away to take a break. Besides Yen Wen was covered in blood and needed to clean up. The night air was cold but for a cultivator like Yen Wen the night air was tolerable. Yen Wen laid Xiulan down on a grassy bank and began to strip off her bloody clothing. Thinking about it now Xiulan probably overreached. That mortal servant probably could not have really hurt Yen Wen. Still at least now she knew what ‘eliminate’ meant.
Yen wen slowly started to dip her toes into the water. She was naked now and Xiulan began to feel a tingle in her little sister. Quietly so that Yen Wen would not notice, Xiulan began to shimmy her pants down her legs.
Yen Wen moved into the stream’s deepest point. The water only reached up to her mid thighs. Yen Wen began to clean herself, rubbing her skin with a handful of leaves she had collected from the bank of the stream. Yen Wen’s skin turned red at the abrasive friction.
When Yen Wen started cleaning her breasts Xiulan was already playing with her little sister. Xiulan stifled her groans and moved the index finger of her right hand in and out of her private garden. Xiulan used her left hand to start aggressively rubbing her clit. The same fire of Qi began to build in Xiulan’s dantian. Xiulan was well on her way to working herself to a secret orgasm when her spasming legs crunched a branch under her left foot. Xiulan froze as Yen Wen turned to her.
Yen Wen smiled and shook her head, “what a naughty girl. I can’t leave you alone for a minute without you misbehaving.
Yen wen turned to face Xiulan and spread her bottom lips apart with one hand, “is this what you want, you little slut?”
Xiulan squeaked and only rubbed herself harder at the suggestion. Yen Wen tutted and moved towards Xiulan. Yen wen grabbed Xiulan by the hair and said forcefully, “I need to punish you for getting me all dirty.” She then shoved Xiulan’s face into her crotch and purred, “I need your attention down here.”
Xiulan needed no further invitation and started to lick Yen Wen’s slit aggressively. Yen Wen squeaked and then tugged Xiulans head a little away. “Slowly bitch,” said Yen Wen, “be gentle with my little sister.”
Xiulan began to gently kiss Yen Wen’s sex instead. She could taste the sticky sweetness of her hot cunt. While her tongue worked Xiulan continued to finger herself. After a minute Yen Wen was trembling. Xiulan could tell she was close so she moved her tongue from caressing Yen Wen’s inner walls to the huntress’s clit.
Yen Wen panted and then pressing her crotch forcefully into Xiulan’s mouth she began to cum and squirt into Xiulan’a face.
At the same time Xiulan felt herself spasming on her own fingers and an orgasm ripped out of her. Xiulan screamed into Yen Wen’s sex and felt the built up Qi leave her dantian and at the same time a new cool Qi flow into her.
Yen Wen collapsed to her knees and seized Xiulans lips in a long kiss. Yen Wen’s tongue invaded Xiulan’s mouth to taste herself on the smaller woman’s lips.
After that they both just lay in the grass. Feeling Xiulan shiver Yen Wen pulled a fur from her cloths over them. Xiulan out of nowhere proclaimed, “I would like to offer you a job.”
Yen Wen chuckled and bit Xiulan’s earlobe, “from where I am lying it does not seem that you have much of anything to offer.”
Xiulan pouted and retorted, “you saw me at the market today. Before long I will be rich. Most importantly however I can make your cultivation soar if you stay with me. I cannot fight the way you can my only defence is what you saw today with that servant and that is not with out cost.”
Yen Wen giggled, “shouldn’t we exchange names before you offer to make me a rich woman?”
Xiulan blushed. She had forgotten that Yen Wen did not have appraisal vision like her, “my name is Long Xiulan, and I am going to be the world’s best merchant.”
Yen Wen sat up and reached out her hand to shake, “Well met Long Xiulan. I am Yen Wen and I gladly accept your offer.
The duo slept under the stars that night and reconvened for a meeting the next morning.
“I think the best start for us would be to gather some more furs and hides from the mountains. I can turn those into silver easily,” said Xiulan.
Yen Wen huffed, “considering that we had to leave Rockcreek without any food or supplies we would be best off by going to my village first anyway.
Xiulan reddened at the reference to their sudden departure but agreed. Yen Wen’s village was not that far away so they set out for it. After hiking for a few hours, they reached a village as they came to the base of the mountain proper.
Several children ran out to great them, and Yen Wen lifted one of the boys up onto her shoulder. It was not a large village. Fewer than one hundred people overall. There was only one large hut that Yen Wen gave a wide berth.
Shooing the children away Yen Wen led Xiulan to a small hut, “wait here,” said an oddly morose Yen Wen. She then disappeared into the hut through the deer skin flap. Xiulan looked around the village and noted that the all the adults particularly the woman looked miserable. Perhaps there was another reason beside Xiulan herself that made Yen Wen so keen to leave.
Soon Xiulan had her answer as she saw several men approach. There was a large man in the front of the group that was dressed far more lavishly than the other villagers. Xiulan appraised him and saw:
Village Chief Qin Rong – First level Qi Condensation, Level Two forced Spiritual Roots. Worth 100 Gold coins. Double to eliminate.
The chief swaggered up to Yen Wen’s hut and then leered at Xiulan. “Where is the Wen woman?” he demanded.
Xiulan blinked and then looked around at the small village and then at Yen Wen’s small hut in an overdone way. Clearly, she was saying that Yen Wen was in her hut.
The chief huffed in annoyance and then shouted, “Yen Wen get out here.”
The flap opened and Yen Wen stepped out carrying several packs. She dropped them at her feet and gave the chief a cool stare, “yes chief?” questioned Yen Wen in a light tone.
The chief eyed her bags and equally coolly asked, “going somewhere?”
Yen Wen smirked “yes chief. I am leaving to make my fortune. You will finally be the only cultivator in the village. Just as you have always wanted.”
The chief’s mouth twitched, “did you ask my permission to leave Yen Wen. Your meat will be needed come winter. Also, I have not chosen a third wife yet.”
He said this last with a suggestive smile. Yen Wen did not reply immediately. Instead, she bent down to recover her bags and began to walk away. Catching Xiulan’s hand in her own as she moved. The chief’s face went red with anger and he raised a hand to stop Yen Wen.
Yen Wen released Xiulan, raised her own now free hand, and caught the chief’s. Yen Wen proceeded to force the chief to his knees and exerting more pressure brought him to the edge of breaking bone, The chief to his credit did not scream but only grunted and went pale with fright.
He then whispered, “second level.” As if disbelieving and fell to his side. Yen wen snatched Xiulan’s hand again and then left the village.
Affter the village passed out of their sight Yen Wen said, “I would kill him but without his cultivation the villagers would not survive the winter. The heavens were blind when they let him inherit his father’s title.
Xiulan said nothing but gave Yen Wen’s hand a firm squeeze.
