A Weird Way To Cultivate: Birth Of A Legendary Sage

She continued to move slowly, her lips gliding up and down from that thick, rock-hard shaft, while her tongue traced wet along the rod.

Each breath she exhaled against him was hot and shallow, the warmth brushing against Vladimir sensitive skin made Vladimir groan deeply.

His body twitch under the teasing sensation. Her movement was slow, clumsy, even shaky at time.

So much that her small teeth lightly scraped against his shaft and head, as her lips dragged upward.

Yes Vladimir felt no pain or even discomfort, thanks to his skill, ‘Iron Rod’ the sensation wasn’t dulled it was transformed.

His manhood was hardened by magic to such extend that even if a robot made entirely of pussy tried to tame it, it would still bend and break beneath his power.

Against such invincibility, her soft teeth were nothing, not even a blemish could be left behind. If anything, the friction added a new layer of ecstasy, enhancing the stimulation.

Seraphina, on the other hand, was clearly struggling. Her jaw trembled from time to time, lips quivering around his girth, her cheeks flushed from the strain.

Every few strokes, her face contorted in an effort to maintain her rhythm. She was not used to it, since this was new, and intense for her.

But despite her inexperience, she kept going. Pushing herself. Letting her mouth adjust to the shape and size of something no normal girl could handle.

[Author’s Note: I’m starting to think that I’m a pedophile in writing this shit]

But she perceiver she even wanted to take it deeper, but she can't; if she goes deeper, she feels that it will poke her even deeper.

The feeling is so not good, so she just sucks like a vacuum as she moves her face up and down. Looking up, she saw his big brother's face, which is red.

This made her excited and hot, not knowing why that was, even as some juices began to gush out on her pussy, draping her pajamas wet.

But she did not care as she continued, and this time the speed was not slow anymore; she felt that she could handle it since her mouth got used to it.

Vladimir, who was enjoying this, was taken by surprise when he felt his sword was being swallowed and sucked.

"Ahhh~" he let out a strange voice from his mouth.

His face was not calm anymore as the hand in Seraphina's hair tightened, making the girl groan in pain, making a lewd face as his pupil went upwards.

Vladimir looked down, his breath caught in his throat. Seeing that only half of his shaft remained visible the rest buried between her sister’s soft lips.

The sight was overwhelmingly lewd and intoxicating. Her flushed cheeks, watery eyes, and the way she looked up at him with a dazed, submissive expression.

It was enough to make his entire body tremble. That gaze, her gaze, not knowing why it is what pushed him over the edge.

His sword throbbed wildly inside her mouth, reacting to the heat in her eyes. Pressure built rapidly at the base, and instinct took over.

His finger could not help but tightened harshly in her hair, yanking her just slightly. It was just enough to draw a muffled, pained groan from her throat.

Seraphina froze for a brief moment, she was startled but then pressed forward again while trembling.

She took it deeper just within the limits where she could handle it.

Vladimir could felt it, the twitching, the pulsing, the shaking of his sword. His body was locking up.

With his eyes shut, Vladimir let out a low muffled groan. His hips twitching forward ever so lightly as he teetered on the edge of climax.

"It's coming!!!" With that shout, a wave of milk gushes out from the hole.

Seraphina already leaned back as the milk gushed out from her mouth as she used her tongue to taste the juices; the looks she was giving were so obscene. 

With her past experience after tasting it, she swallowed, tasted, and swallowed. Since there was lots of milk that was still coming out, she continued this process until it gradually slowed down.

 The sound of milk glugged down her throat. Tears had already traced wet trails down her cheeks, dripping onto Vladimir's groin. 

When the malevolent sword finally stopped releasing its power, Seraphina quickly leaned back, straightening her posture with a shaky breath. 

 The unsheathed sword was filled with saliva, with a thin stream of milk still sliding slowly down the length of the shaft. 

Seraphina with her eyes closed as her clothes were wet because of the sweat from the activity earlier, she opened her mouth as she made a cup of hand and opened her mouth.

The milk slowly spilled from her parted lips, dripping in warm, languid trails down to her cupped hand.

She brought it back to her mouth, drinking it again, bit by bit, letting her tongue swirl around each drop as she savored the milk.

To take it all in without tasting it properly would’ve been a shameful waste, and she knew it.

So she relished the flavor, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, drawing out every moment until the last of the milk in her hand had been thoroughly and eagerly finished. 

"So yummy," she uttered as her eyes fully opened.

[You just cum.]

[Quest: Ejaculate in the mouth (1/3)]

Vladimir looked at her face, making his sword throb again. Lowering his gaze, he saw her pajamas were wet.

"Take your pajamas off. What happens if you catch a cold?" he said, showing some concern.

Seraphina nodded since she also felt uncomfortable from the stickiness of her clothes, as she took it off with her hands in front of Vladimir.

With her lower garment now gone, Vladimir saw her garden that was wet and was spilling some fluids.

With his improved sense of smell, he can smell it like his nose was close to it. "Hm, can my sister also make milk the same as mother?" he thought, remembering the scene.

But he did not delve on it further when Seraphina finally took off her upper garment and was now naked; she closed the distance again as she lowered herself.

Her face then reached towards the sword when the breath hit Vladimir's shaft; she stuck out her tongue as she licked the lowest part all the way through the head.

The milk was no more as she put it back in her mouth and swallowed it; then took it out as she trembled in delight.

She then stick out her tongue again, licking all the places clean.

She looked like a cat grooming itself, but the only difference was she wasn't cleaning her own body but his big brother's sword.

Her tongue glided slowly over the sword, tracing every inch with wet saliva dripping down; she licked and lapped until the slick surface gleamed with her fluids.

"That's amazing, little sis," Vladimir praised, releasing hot air.

Hearing her big brother's compliment, she was very satisfied as a proud look appeared on her reddened face.

With satisfaction, Seraphina slowly lifted herself up, with her lips parting open once more. Her breath trembled as she lowered her head, taking the sword into her mouth again.

Inch by inch, the process was not hard anymore. Her lips were stretched around the shaft, filled with warmth.

She took in as much as her mouth could handle, but it was still three inches. Her lips sealing tightly around the thick shaft. 

Knowing her limits, she didn't push further. Instead, she began with a steady rhythm, her head bobbing with a slow motion.

Each movement this time was smooth and wet since her tongue was swirling and her lips gliding. Thus creating a blissful friction that made Vladimir's breath hitch.

Pleasure surged through him in waves; it was raw and electrifying, and it felt like it could overwhelm him.

The heat of her sister's mouth, the soft pressure of her lips, and the swirling tease of her tongue sent jolts of ecstasy up his spine.

It was the kind of pleasure that made his toes curled and muscles tense, just like his entire body was being pulled towards and release with every slow stroke.  

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