The hours blurred into a haze of unrelenting passion inside the carriage, the voice-resistant talisman ensuring their cries and moans remained confined within its enchanted walls. Yao Hong and Dai Huiling fucked tirelessly, exploring every position their bodies could manage in the swaying space. He took her from behind, her ass cheeks rippling with each powerful thrust; she rode him reverse, grinding her soaked pussy down his thick shaft until she squirted again, drenching the futon further. They switched to missionary, her legs hooked over his broad shoulders as he pounded into her, cumming deep inside her multiple times, his loads mixing and overflowing from her stretched entrance. Oral interludes broke the rhythm—her sucking him to hardness again, him burying his face between her thighs, lapping at her clit until she screamed in ecstasy. Anal followed once more, her tight ring clenching around his girth as he filled her from behind, triggering another explosive squirt that left the carriage reeking of sex and sweat.
*This is paradise,* Yao Hong thought amid the frenzy, his muscles aching but his cock insatiable. *Ten hours of nonstop fucking with this goddess? I must've hit the transmigration jackpot. Her body's perfect—curves that beg to be grabbed, pussy that milks me dry. Never stopping feels like a dream.*
*He's a beast that never tires,* Dai Huiling mused, her body sore yet craving more. *In this cultivators' world, men are delicate flowers, but him? Raw, unending stamina. Each thrust awakens my primal core; I could ride this forever.*
Tang You, oblivious outside, drove the carriage onward, humming an old tune. *Young Miss has been unusually quiet,* he thought idly. *Must be meditating deeply. That brute better not cause trouble.*
As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, the carriage finally approached the grand gates of the Dai Clan compound, a sprawling estate of towering pagodas, manicured gardens, and qi-infused barriers shimmering in the air. Exhausted but glowing, Dai Huiling disentangled herself from Yao Hong. She slipped into a fresh blue robe from a storage ring, the silk hugging her curves modestly now. From the same ring, she produced a black servant's robe emblazoned with the Dai Clan's flame emblem and handed it to him. "Wear this," she said softly, her voice husky from hours of moaning. "It marks you as one of ours."
Yao Hong nodded, pulling on the robe—it strained against his massive frame but fit well enough, likely enchanted for flexibility. *Servant robes? Fine by me if it means more of this,* he thought, his body buzzing with post-coital energy.
Dai Huiling stepped out of the carriage first, her face composed into a satisfied, serene expression, though her thighs clenched tightly together, holding in the evidence of their marathon—the warm trickle of his cum threatening to escape. She straightened her posture, exuding the poise of a clan heiress.
Tang You bowed deeply as she emerged. "Young Miss, we've arrived safely."
She nodded gracefully. "Tang You, appoint Yao Hong as my personal servant immediately. Provide him with the Dai Clan's Fiery Breath Technique and Flame Splitting Sword Technique manuals. And assign him a personal room near my quarters."
Tang You's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape for a moment before he composed himself. *What? The Fiery Breath Technique and Flame Splitting Sword—core clan arts, even for servants? And a personal room? For this brute we picked up from the roadside? Young Miss must see something extraordinary in him. I've never known her to favor anyone like this; her kindness knows no bounds, but this... this is unprecedented.*
"Yes, Young Miss," he replied, bowing lower. "It shall be done."
With a final glance at Yao Hong—her eyes lingering on his hulking form with a hint of lingering desire—Dai Huiling departed toward the main hall, her steps measured but her mind racing. *That was... transformative. His body ignited fires in me I didn't know existed. Now, to ensure he's protected here. Father will approve once he sees the potential.*
Once she was out of sight, Tang You turned to Yao Hong, still processing the orders. "Come, boy. Let's get you settled." He led Yao Hong through the clan grounds, handing him the technique manuals—ancient scrolls pulsing with faint qi—from a storage pouch. As they walked the winding paths lined with spirit herb gardens and training pavilions, clan members paused in their activities, staring at Yao Hong with wide-eyed surprise. Whispers rippled through the air: servants in black robes gawked at his Viking-like stature, cultivators in flowing garments exchanged puzzled glances, and even guards at their posts did double-takes.
*Look at them staring,* Yao Hong thought, a smirk tugging at his beard. *Like I'm some exotic beast. After that carriage ride, though, I feel like a king. Personal servant to a hot miss? Techniques to cultivate? This world's treating me right.*
*Such reactions,* Tang You observed internally, guiding him onward. *The clan hasn't seen a mortal like this—built like a mountain demon. Young Miss's favor will protect him, but I must watch for envy.*
Just as they reached a modest but well-appointed servant's quarters—a private room with a sturdy bed, cultivation mat, and basic furnishings—a young woman of about eighteen intercepted them at the door. She was strikingly beautiful, with fair skin, long dark hair tied in a ponytail, and a lithe figure clad in a red training robe that hinted at budding curves. Her eyes, sharp and inquisitive, fixed on Yao Hong.
"Uncle Tang, who is this... person?" she asked, her tone curious but laced with authority.
Tang You bowed slightly. "Miss Dai Xiu, this is Yao Hong, a new personal servant appointed by your elder sister, Miss Huiling."
Dai Xiu's gaze shifted fully to Yao Hong, tracing his seven-foot-five frame, the bulging muscles straining his black robe, the thick beard and long hair giving him a wild, untamed aura. A strange sensation stirred within her—a warm flush spreading from her core, her nipples hardening under her robe, a unfamiliar ache building between her thighs. *What is this feeling?* she thought, her breath quickening. *He's nothing like the slim, jade-skinned boys in the clan—elegant and soft. This man is... massive, rough, like a forbidden legend. My body reacts without my will; it's primal, urging me toward him. I must know more.*
She composed herself, turning to Tang You. "Uncle Tang, I need to interrogate him privately. To ensure he's not a spy from a rival clan."
Tang You frowned slightly but nodded, respecting her status as the Patriarch's younger daughter. *Miss Xiu taking an interest? Unusual, but she's always been vigilant. Better safe than sorry.* "As you wish, Miss Xiu. I'll wait outside."
Dai Xiu entered the room first, gesturing for Yao Hong to follow. Once inside, she closed the door and retrieved a voice-suppressing talisman from her spatial ring, plastering it firmly against the wood. A soft glow sealed the room from prying ears. She turned to him, her cheeks faintly flushed, her dark eyes gleaming with a hungry, predatory gaze that mirrored her sister's earlier desire.
*Interrogation?* Yao Hong thought, stepping inside and meeting her stare, his own arousal stirring at her beauty. *She's a younger version of Huiling—petite but fierce. That look... is this world full of horny cultivators? Hell, I'm not complaining.*
*Now, alone with him,* Dai Xiu pondered, her heart pounding. *I'll 'question' him thoroughly. That body... I need to feel it, to satisfy this burning curiosity.*
Dai Xiu's hungry gaze lingered on Yao Hong for a moment longer before she retrieved a length of enchanted silk rope from her spatial ring, its fibers glowing faintly with binding qi. "Sit on the bed," she commanded, her voice firm but laced with an undercurrent of excitement. Yao Hong complied, his massive frame making the wooden bed creak as he lowered himself onto it. With swift, practiced movements—honed from clan training—she looped the rope around his wrists and ankles, securing him spread-eagled to the bedposts. The bindings tightened just enough to restrain him without causing pain, pulsing with a subtle energy that would only release at her command.
"I'll unbind you once you've answered my questions truthfully," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Her eyes traced his hulking form, the black servant's robe stretched taut over his muscles. *He's completely at my mercy now,* she thought, a thrill running through her. *That body... so unlike anything in the clan. I should focus on the interrogation, but gods, the way his muscles strain against the ropes—it's making my core heat up.*
Yao Hong tested the ropes lightly, feeling the unyielding hold. *Bondage? In a cultivator world? This is straight out of those kinky side stories in my novels,* he thought, his pulse quickening. *Being tied up by a hot eighteen-year-old... it's turning me on more than I expected. My dick's already stirring. Wonder if she notices.*
Dai Xiu pulled up a chair beside the bed, crossing her legs in an attempt to maintain composure. "Now, tell me—who are you really? Where did you come from? My sister picked you up from the roadside like a stray, but you don't look like any mortal I've seen." Her gaze drifted involuntarily to his broad chest, then lower to the bulge forming in his robe. *Focus, Xiu,* she chided herself internally. *But look at those arms, thick as tree trunks. Imagine them wrapped around me... no, stop. Interrogate him properly.* Yet her thoughts veered perverse again as she imagined stripping away the robe, revealing the raw power beneath. *What would it feel like to touch that beard, to feel his weight pressing down? My body's betraying me—nipples aching, thighs damp. This isn't right for a clan daughter.*
As the questioning continued—Yao Hong answering vaguely about his "lost memories" and sudden appearance in the jungle—her eyes kept wandering. Each glance at his restrained form fueled her growing arousal. *He's so big everywhere,* she thought, her breath hitching. *Those legs, that belly... it's primal, forbidden. I should check for hidden weapons or marks, right? That's a valid reason to... inspect him closer.*
Yao Hong noticed her distracted stares, his own mind racing with bondage fantasies. *She's eyeing me like prey, but I'm the one tied up. This role reversal is hot—makes me want to break free and flip her over. My cock's throbbing now; if she keeps looking, she's gonna see it tenting the robe.*
Finally, Dai Xiu's gaze locked on the prominent bulge straining against the fabric. Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. *By the ancestors, what is that? It's... enormous, even through the robe. Sister always said most men in the sects have small, manageable ones—easy to handle, nothing to fear. But this... it's like a weapon. I have to see it.* Control slipping, she stood abruptly and yanked open his robe, exposing his massive, erect cock—thick as her forearm, veined and pulsing, easily over nine inches. *Gods, it's monstrous,* she thought, her virgin pussy clenching in a mix of fear and desire. *How could that fit anywhere? But I want it... need it.*
Unable to resist, she stripped him fully, tugging the robe away to reveal his full hulking physique—muscles rippling, beard framing his rugged face, long hair splayed on the pillow. Yao Hong groaned softly, fully aroused now. *She's lost it—stripping me while I'm bound. This bondage play is next level; my dick's harder than ever.*
Dai Xiu shed her own red training robe in a frenzy, revealing her lithe, youthful body—perky breasts with hardened nipples, a flat stomach from cultivation practice, and slender hips leading to her untouched, slick folds. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist, her hands trembling as she gripped his shaft. "You... you still need to answer me," she stammered, positioning the thick head at her entrance. "Who sent you? Are you a spy?" With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto him, gasping as the girth stretched her virgin walls painfully yet pleasurably.
*Ahh, it's tearing me apart!* she thought, wincing as she sank down inch by inch, her tightness yielding to his size. *Sister lied—or maybe she only knew those weak sect boys with their tiny things. This... this is a beast cock, splitting my pussy wide. I'm a virgin no more, and it hurts so good. Why does it feel like my qi is surging? I need more—ride him while I question.*
Yao Hong bucked his hips instinctively, the ropes holding him in place adding to the thrill. *Fuck, she's tight as a vice—virgin heat wrapping around me. Bondage making it intense; I love being at her mercy while she rides.*
She began to move, bouncing slowly at first, her questions interspersed with moans. "Tell me... unh... your real origins? Why... ahh... the jungle?" Her pace quickened, breasts jiggling as she ground down, taking him deeper each time. *It's too big—stretching me to my limits, but the pain's turning to ecstasy. Sister said handle them easily? Ha, this monster's ruining me, filling every inch. My clit's throbbing; I'm going to cum hard.*
Yao Hong answered between grunts, fabricating details about his "amnesia" while thrusting up to meet her. *Her pussy's milking me perfectly—hot, wet, and innocent. This interrogation-fuck is wild; gonna make her scream the truth out of me.*
Dai Xiu's movements grew frantic, her body shaking as an intense orgasm built. "Answer... or I'll... oh gods!" She slammed down one final time, her walls convulsing wildly in a shaking climax—her whole frame trembling, juices squirting onto his groin as waves of pleasure crashed over her. *Cumming... so hard! My virgin body's shattering on this huge cock—qi exploding, vision blurring. Sister never warned me about this bliss!*
The sight and feel of her orgasm pushed Yao Hong over the edge. With a deep roar, he thrust up, his cock pulsing as he came inside her, flooding her depths with thick ropes of cum, overflowing and dripping down her thighs.
Panting, Dai Xiu collapsed onto his chest, the ropes still binding him, her body quivering in aftershocks. *That was... everything. But I still need answers... eventually.*