"Shall we go to my training room?" Ari asked me as the two of us left Nira's meditation room.
I nodded in agreement.
We crossed the courtyard and entered the building Ari resides in.
We went inside her training room, a sturdy room made of sandstone.
"Put up a barrier." I said. Ari nodded and followed my command. A simple Qi barrier was placed around the training room.
"What's wrong with Talia?" Ari asked.
"Her Qi is out of balance. She has an excessive amount of Dark Qi within her internal sea. There is also a slight instability in her Qi that I'm unable to pin down the source of it in my current condition." I answered.
Ari frowned. She had studied each of her daughters' cultivation techniques, so she was able to understand the depth of the problem.
The cause of her instability was unlikely to be an issue of significance. What was worrying was the fact that a problem with her cultivation had surfaced so early in the process.
Dark Water Reflections was a very stable cultivation technique that was given to Adonis by our god. He wasn't the target of the technique. Instead, it was meant to aid our water priestesses in becoming Doa companions to our clan's new Dark Qi cultivators.
However, Dark Water Reflections goes beyond a simple dual cultivation technique. It's a comprehensive cultivation technique that also includes solo cultivation methods. but few in the clan use Dark Water Reflections for solo cultivation as it has a slower progression than our clan's traditional Water Qi cultivation techniques which is the reason Talia lags behind her peers.
Talia's uncommon twin abilities in Water and Dark Qi were the reason she was using Dark Water Reflections to cultivate. Although many of the members of our clan are capable of cultivating both Qi, their skills clearly favor one Qi over the other. Talia has the ability to attain immortality with either or both Qi.
Dark Water Reflections was a bridge between orthodox and unorthodox cultivation techniques. It would allow Talia to progress without limiting her options, but the time to decide on what to do with her talents was coming.
"Do you think you'll be able to identify the problem when you return in a week?" Ari asked me.
I shook my head.
"It will take me two weeks to stabilize my Qi." I admitted.
Ari looked concerned.
"That long? I heard it takes at most ten days for a new immortal to recover. Did something go wr--" Ari covered her mouth and bowed her head. "I apologize, Elder Hirom."
I raised my eyebrows. Her awkwardness was returning.
It was a taboo within the clan to openly speculate about another's cultivation. Of course, that didn't stop houses like Ust and Leb.
Ari should be aware that she doesn't need to worry about this taboo. Although she isn't a member of House Zel, my father now controls her house. I was also her girls' master and had disclosed the facts regarding my present condition.
"I was healing normally, but I did something I shouldn't have and suffered a minor setback." I answered the unspoken question.
Ari raised her head to meet my eyes but said nothing.
Silence hung in the air.
"If you desire it. I could ask Elder Nestor to come and take a look at Talia." I stated.
Ari shook her head.
"No, you are the girls' master. You understand their cultivation better than anyone. Talia can wait."
She stated so, but there were still hints of worry.
I looked over at a weapons rack that was affixed to one of the stone walls.
"How are you progressing with the Demon Slaying Sword Art?" I asked her.
"I've reached the fifth form." She answered.
"Would you like some pointers?" I asked her.
I routinely gave pointers to Ari when I was here. Helping Ari's two daughters wasn't just for Dido's sake, and my uncle wasn't the only one trying to plant influence in House Hesk.
Ari had a good chance of becoming an immortal since half her blood came from the Kadar Lion. She was also unlikely to marry out of House Hesk, given her prior unsuccessful marriage. Therefore, her chances of becoming a branch elder of House Hesk were good.
Ari hesitated, but eventually nodded.
I frowned as I watched her approach the weapon rack. Our kinship was somewhat feigned, but I had no doubt that the goodwill I had developed with Ari was still there. So why is she so stiff and uncertain around me? What had changed?
As Ari emerged from the weapon rack carrying a sword, my face returned to neutral. She stopped a few paces away from me and assumed the stance of the fifth form.
My golden eyes picked up every detail as she began her first swing of the blade. The uncoiling of her lower body, the quick turn of her hips, the rotation of her shoulders, and finally the angle of her blade as it sliced through the air.
Well, not finally, for after her swing came to a complete stop, her black cultivator robes continued to move and shift as her large breasts undulated beneath them.
She hadn't wrapped her chest.
I believed she had brought me to her training room with the expectation of guidance in sword arts. Had I been mistaken? Did my suggestion catch her off guard?
I paid close attention to her face, but it was expressionless. Her body was already transitioning into the next strike. Her fixed gaze gave no indication that she was aware of her chest's freedom of movement.
I made no attempt to stop her. My golden eyes continued to take in every detail of her movements, but my focus wasn't what it once was.
There was sweat on her brow as she finished the final motion of the form. Her breath was ragged. Her chest rose and fell as she sucked in air. She lowered her blade and looked at me for guidance with her clear, dark brown eyes.
I started pointing out several flaws I had noticed in her sword form, and she took in every word I said.
Using Qi I pulled a practice sword out of the weapon rack, across the room, and into my hand.
"Shall we spar?" I asked her. I was feeling restless and wanted to move.
Ari shook her head.
"No, we should wait until your condition improves." She said.
I didn't welcome her concern.
"I'm not so feeble that an eighth-rank Qi Expansion Realm cultivator who just mastered the fourth form of Demon Slaying Sword Art can injure me."
My words struck a chord within her as she steeled herself and raised her blade.
I brought my practice sword up to a guard position.
"Begin when you're ready." I stated.
Ari nodded and swung.
I effortlessly repelled her attack as my internal injuries howled in protest. I welcomed the pain. It brought clarity and focus to the struggle before me.
I parried the subsequent blows with the same ease as the first one. I retaliated against a mistake she made with her seventh attack. My dull blade struck her upper right leg. Which made her grunt in discomfort, her eyes displayed new resolve and purpose.
We continued to battle, and I stayed mostly on defense. Only striking to punish mistakes with pain.
The shuffling feet on the stone floor, the clang of blades colliding, and the occasional muffled grunts were the only sounds as we continued to spar.
Soon Ari began to tire, and her mistakes began to pile up. I decided to end the spar. I gave a hard slash to force the sword out of her hands and pressed my dull blade against her throat. I was close enough to her to feel the heat radiating off her body.
My golden eyes had never ceased observing details.
Her black hair was wet and stuck to her brow. Sweat glistens on tan skin. Her robes sodden and hugged her curves. Her chest still rose and fell with every breath, but it was her eyes that held my attention. They looked up at me with complete vulnerability.
Suddenly, a line of reason slammed into place.
Her stiffness, her bringing me to the training room, and her unwrapped chest.
A startled cry left her lips as her bare back was pressed against the stone wall. My Qi had already torn off both of our garments. My left hand supported her right leg, leaving her slit completely defenseless.
I watched her eyes as she quickly realized her circumstances. The pair of deep brown irises displayed acceptance.
Slowly, I lowered my gaze and took everything in. Full lips, a narrow chin, and a graceful neck and clavicle.
Her motherly breasts were large and well-shaped. Her brown areolas were slightly puffed up, presenting hard nips.
A sharp line ran from her sternum to her bellybutton. A hint of her abs showed as her waist narrowed to convenient handles before widening to her wide hips which had given birth to two healthy kittens.
A round black bush marks the beginning of her slit. The healing power of cultivation was on full display as I gazed up at her narrow pussy which showed no signs of motherhood. Its lips still have a hint of pink to them.
Her body looked ideal for sex and the repercussions that followed.
I looked back up at her eyes which still showed no resistance against my hunger.
With my right hand, I adjusted the angle of my dick before plunging it into her pussy.
Cultivation was truly the gods' greatest gift as the narrowness of her slit wasn't a lie. Her pussy gripped my shaft like a vise. Her folds were stiff, having yet to moisten. To my surprise, almost the entirety of my shaft was able to fit inside her. A rare talent among the pussies I've tasted.
She let out a startled cry as the crown of my dick pressed against the entrance to her uterus. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling. Her expression showed signs of pain.
I caressed her damp brow with my right hand, but I felt no remorse.
The perverts of the clan were quite open with their exploits, so I had some understanding of the needs of a Kadar Lioness. A dose of pain was the only way to fully get them into the mood.
The thickness of her Kadar Lion blood was evidence by the moistening of her pussy and the softening of her folds. Her acceptance-filled gaze returned to me.
Without words, I began to move.
Like embedded glass, sharp pain ripped through my body as my hips swung back and forth, but even my internal injuries couldn't detract from this banquet.
Her cave became slippery. Her folds would tighten and caress my shaft each time my dick pressed up against the opening of her uterus.
We were well matched. My long, thick dick and her pussy like to be stirred at the back of its cave.
Gentle moans began to escape her as I continued my assault, but my attention was drawn back to her tits. They shook and rippled in sync with my thrust. My gaze followed the journey of her brown nipples. They seemed to beg me to suck them.
My right hand left her brow and roughly grabbed her left tit. A tremble ran through her vagina. I lowered my head and bit her left nipple.
Apparently, she was a squirter. Her pussy flooded, and her cum splashed against my groin. The folds of her convulsing pussy massaged my shaft as it begged my dick to join its orgasm, but I wasn't close.
I released her tit and looked at her face. Her eyes were vacant as they looked at me. She was soaking in waves of pleasure.
While I looked at her, a thought popped into my head. Did she squirt this readily for her ex-husband?
I gripped the back of her head with my right hand and savagely kissed her. The brown eyes slowly regained focus as she struggled to breathe. The buds of her breast repeatedly pressed against my chest.
She gasped for air as I finally unsealed her lips, but her gasp turned into a moan as I bit her lower lip before departing.
"I'm sorry, I—Ah!" Her words turned into another moan as I renewed my thrusting with even more vigor.
The sounds of splatters of liquid, the slapping of skin on skin, and womanly moans echoed within the stone walls of the training room.
She splashed my groin three more times before I felt my end near.
Her sloppy pussy tightly clamped on my dick as it sensed my coming ejaculation.
With one final thrust, I pushed the head of my cock against the entrance of her womb and directly seeded it. I could see her abs tremble as she convulsed.
I stared at her brown eyes as I continued to seed her. She gave me a tired-looking, vacant stare in return. Her hair was fully soaked and closely stuck to her skin.
Her womb was beyond capacity when I was done. I slipped my dick out and released her right leg.
Her back slid against the stone floor as she slowly fell into a puddle of her own making. A milky white substance slushed out of her pussy and joined the rest of the mess on the floor. Her consciousness quickly faded as her breaths grew steady.
Was this truly the endurance of a mother?