Chapter 662 The Four Great Immortal Goddesses Demand Their Fair Share of the Yang Essence

Chapter 662: Chapter 662 The Four Great Immortal Goddesses Demand Their Fair Share of the Yang Essence

White cum streaked Yang Yixue’s cheeks, clung to her eyelashes, and coated her lips in a glossy sheen.

More of it dripped steadily from her chin onto the upper slopes of her breasts.

She stayed there for a long moment, still gently licking and sucking at the oversensitive head, cleaning what she could while her own breathing remained uneven.

When she finally drew back, a thin strand of saliva and cum still connected her lower lip to the glistening tip of his cock.

She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, though it did little to clean the heavy facial she had once again received.

The same potent yang essence from the night before now marked her face and throat, warm and heavy against her skin.

She remained kneeling on the bed for a while longer, one hand still loosely wrapped around his still so hard veiny length, catching her breath and staring at the mess she had made of herself.

"That was good, Yixue," Lin Feng said, his voice low and steady as he looked down at the mess he had made of her face.

Thick strands of white still clung to her cheeks and lips and more of it dripped slowly from her chin.

He reached out and brushed a thumb across the corner of her mouth, smearing the warm essence there.

"Now you c..." He never finished the sentence.

Three figures stepped into the room without a sound.

The air shifted the moment they appeared... heat, radiant light, and a sudden deepening of shadow.

They were, of course, the three goddess disciples of the Holy Teacher Yang Yixue.

The Flame Goddess stood at the front, eyes seductive and hungry.

Beside her the Sun Goddess glowed with soft golden light, expression calm yet eager.

The Shadow Goddess lingered a half step behind, her form partially veiled in darkness as she studied the thick, still hard cock that glistened with saliva and cum.

"Do you have enough yang essence left to give to your slaves, Master Lin Feng?" the Flame Goddess asked.

Her voice carried a soft challenge.

Without waiting for an answer she sank to her knees in front of him.

Her sisters followed at once. Lin Feng only smiled.

He had many flaws, but cowardice in the face of jade skinned beauties hungering for his sacred bone was never one of them.

Let those heavenly vixens try their worst... he welcomed the challenge.

The Flame Goddess claimed him first.

She wrapped both hands around the heavy shaft, still slick from Yixue’s mouth, and took the broad head between her lips with practiced ease.

Where Yixue had struggled to stretch around him, the goddess opened wider and sank down in one smooth motion until her nose pressed against his lower stomach.

Her throat fluttered around the invading length as she swallowed, the wet, rhythmic sounds filling the room.

Intense heat radiated from her body... the cock in her mouth seemed to swell even harder under the searing warmth of her tongue.

She bobbed her head with steady, greedy rhythm, cheeks hollowed, spit already running down her chin.

Every few strokes she pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the sensitive ridge of the head before plunging down again.

Lin Feng’s hand rested lightly on the back of her head, not forcing, simply guiding.

After a long minute she released him with a wet pop and turned her head, offering the glistening shaft to her sister.

The Sun Goddess took her place without a word.

Soft golden light spilled from her skin as she leaned in.

She licked a slow, deliberate stripe from the heavy base all the way to the tip, gathering the mixture of saliva and leftover cum on her tongue before sealing her lips around him.

Where the Flame Goddess had been fierce and deep, the Sun Goddess was warm and radiant... smooth, steady strokes that bathed his cock in gentle heat.

Her tongue pressed firmly along the underside while her hand stroked what her mouth could not yet reach.

Golden light seemed to pulse in time with her movements, making every vein stand out more sharply.

She worked him until a fresh bead of clear fluid gathered at the tip, then passed him on.

The Shadow Goddess claimed the third turn.

Darkness curled around her like living silk as she opened wide and took him in.

The moment the head slid across her tongue the light in the room seemed to dim... cool, velvet shadow wrapped around the shaft, heightening every sensation.

She moaned softly around him, the vibration low and intimate, and began to move with long, slow thrusts of her head.

Spit dripped into the darkness that pooled at his base.

Every few moments the shadows tightened and released, caressing the sensitive underside like an extra set of hands.

They took turns without pause.

Flame. Sun. Shadow.

Scorching heat. Radiant warmth. Cool darkness.

Each goddess left her own mark on the thick yang spear... lips swollen, saliva mixed with the earlier load still coating Yixue’s face, and a fresh sheen of precum that never seemed to stop gathering at the tip.

Lin Feng remained seated, relaxed, watching them with calm amusement while his cock stayed rock hard and ready.

No matter how deeply they swallowed or how tightly they sealed their mouths around him, the well of essence inside him showed no sign of running dry.

Yang Yixue stayed on her knees nearby, still marked by the heavy facial she had received only minutes earlier, watching her three disciples service their master with quiet, obedient hunger.

Lin Feng, naturally, entertained not a single thread of fear regarding the endless procession of seductive temptresses, demonic vixen empresses, and jade skinned goddesses seeking to suck him dry.

Let those foolish fairies plot to drain his vitality... their ignorance was as vast as the heavens!

It would be far easier for every single star in the nine heavens to darken, collapse, and die than for Lin Feng’s boundless Yang essence to even flicker.

While ordinary cultivators had to carefully conserve their primordial fluids lest they suffer a tragic decline in their cultivation, Lin Feng’s lower Dantian housed an eternal, self replenishing ocean of unyielding vital energy.