Chapter 65: Interesting child

Kael drove his cock all the way into Selene’s tight pussy, feeling her hot, soaking-wet walls close around every centimeter of him, as if her body never wanted to let him go.

His hips smacked against hers with a wet slap.

Her heavy breasts jolted forward, then settled back with a slow, heavy sway.

He closed his eyes for a moment, panting with pleasure, his chest rising and falling as her pussy throbbed around him in small, uncontrolled spasms.

Each one squeezed his shaft like a greedy fist.

"K-Kael~ what’s happening? What is this feeling?"

Selene’s voice came out shaky, almost tearful, and her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

She was so much older than him, and she even had a daughter, but she actually had very little experience.

So little that she couldn’t even recognize her own orgasm.

Her thick thighs trembled as they clamped tight around his waist.

"It’s okay... just relax," Kael said, running his hand through her hair and brushing aside the sweaty strands stuck to her forehead.

The next second, he let go.

His cock throbbed deep inside her, swelling against her tight walls, and then the first jet of cum exploded inside her.

Like a flood, it filled every corner of her womb—hot and thick, in a quantity no normal man could produce.

Jet after jet, nonstop, until it began to spill out around his shaft. It trickled over the swollen lips of her pussy and ran slowly down into the crease of her ass, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.

"Nghnn~~ kya~~ so much~~ fufufu~~ you’re filling me up so much~"

Selene brought a hand to her belly and pressed her fingers against the smooth skin just below her navel.

She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, pumping her full until there was no more room. Her little belly rose into a slight, warm bulge beneath her palm.

For a moment, her whole body went limp.

Her shoulders sank into the bed and her thighs slid loosely down his hips as a long, hot sigh escaped her parted lips.

Her eyes, squeezed shut until then, slowly opened, revealing the sparkling emerald pearls Kael loved so much.

She lay there, silently admiring him. His eyes were just like hers.

"That was good, wasn’t it?" Kael asked, a playful little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

It was an embarrassing question, to be sure.

Selene’s face flushed red all the way to her ears. The words caught in her throat, and for a few seconds she just looked away, biting her lower lip.

Then, in a soft voice, she answered.

"Yes... it was good."

That was all Kael needed to hear.

He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, his tongue seeking hers. Her soft breasts pressed flat against his chest, her hard nipples dragging across his skin, and she melted into the kiss with a muffled moan.

"I promise to love you forever, whether as a stepmother, as a mother, or just as Selene... whatever you want me to call you," Kael said, resting his forehead against hers.

Truthfully, calling her "mom" made him a little uncomfortable. The word sounded strange on his tongue.

But since she liked it, there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Selene went quiet for a moment, twirling a strand of his hair between her fingers, lost in thought.

"F-for now... just Selene, okay?" she finally said.

Kael smiled.

"Okay... but remember what I told you? You still haven’t called me ’daddy’... so come on, one more round!"

"W-wait, Kael!"

Without hesitation, he threw himself on top of her again.

Selene let out a startled squeal as the bed creaked beneath them. Her thighs fell open around him, and her breasts bounced from the sudden weight.

His hands sank into the soft, warm flesh of her hips, pulling her back against him.

That afternoon, the two of them were going to fuck like rabbits in mating season.

***

While Kael and Selene were having fun, things at the Golden Alliance Sect remained calm.

It was enormous and far wealthier than the Fallen Sword Sect.

The gap was so absurd that, in the Fallen Sword Sect, a cultivator at the Nascent Ascension Realm was already strong enough to be an elder.

A cultivator at the Spiritual Transformation Realm could become a Grand Elder, or even Sect Leader if his ambitions went that far.

In the Golden Alliance Sect, however, one had to reach the Mortal Transformation Realm before even thinking about becoming a junior elder—or perhaps an instructor.

An ordinary inner disciple there was usually at the Nascent Ascension Realm.

It wasn’t a rule, but over time it had become the average.

David, a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, would easily have been an inner disciple—or perhaps even a core disciple—in the Fallen Sword Sect.

But in the Golden Alliance Sect, he was one of the weakest outer disciples.

That was how big the difference in wealth was.

The Golden Alliance Sect only kept respecting the Fallen Sword Sect because the Alliance was made up of thirty other sects.

The Fallen Sword Sect had fallen from grace and didn’t have a single elder among the elders of the Golden Alliance. Other subordinate sects, however, were far more powerful and had real influence within it.

The Golden Alliance had its own central core, which didn’t belong to any single sect. Even so, any serious act of tyranny against one of the subordinate sects would provoke retaliation from all the others.

After all, none of them wanted to be next.

Beyond wealth, the difference in size was staggering.

The entire Fallen Sword Sect was, quite literally, the size of the estate of just one of the Golden Alliance’s many elders.

This elder, of course, was no poor wretch.

He was a cultivator of the Venerable Realm of the Void Soul, a highly respected Central Elder and the leader of the sect’s Recruitment Pavilion.

He was a man with a gentle smile, a long white beard, and kind eyes.

At that very moment, he sat on a bench beside the veranda on the top floor of his pavilion, practicing calligraphy.

A light breeze drifted in, carrying the scent of pine and fresh ink. It made the edges of the paper flutter where they lay pinned beneath a jade weight.

His brush glided slowly across the page, each stroke firm and precise.

He seemed completely detached from the world around him.

But that didn’t last long.

A loud crack echoed across the sky.

The old man looked up sharply, his brush stopping mid-stroke, just in time to see a flash of golden light tear through the white clouds like a bolt of lightning.

The golden Qi lit up his face, catching on every wrinkle and strand of his white beard, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

"It seems another interesting child has been found among the subordinate sects..." he said, then rushed off to investigate.