Chapter 32

Fu Yilan joined some of the village women in churning the milk into butter. It would be stored in a small room deeper in the mountain that could be kept cool, taken along by the traveling merchants. It was lively, chatting with them, sleeves rolled up as they kept going, steadily churning. The milk of the village’s Drillhorn Goats was special, the animals barely reaching into the earth realm naturally. It meant that it kept well longer, as well as taste better than regular goats’ milk. It also meant that it took longer to churn without use of qi.

“Lady Fu, no need to join us normal people while we do our job.”

“Oh, please, let me work for the food I eat,” Fu Yilan replied, smiling. She didn’t even break a sweat as opposed to the others. To her, it was only a way to grow closer to the others without real effort being needed. “And I’m not some great cultivator. I’m barely at the beginning of my journey. So, talk to me casually. I’m not even a sect’s disciple.”

The day passed uneventfully, the time in between chores used to churn milk into butter. Fu Yilan joined the women in the kitchen for each meal, chopping ingredients and assisting in whichever way she could. It was nice, being part of a community.

“Deng Hai is looking for another wife, you know? He might not be a cultivator, but his strength is above that of the other men, allowing him to travel further with his goats and secure better spots. Apparently, he ate some rare root as a child. And Xu Qiuyue says he’s insatiable, if you know what I mean.” She wiggled her brows suggestively and all the women erupted into laughter, taking joy in the bedchamber news being brought up. Fu Yilan only smiled and giggled slightly, joining in on the fun.

Dinner was less lavish than the night before, but there was still enough food available. This time though, sitting beside the previously mentioned Deng Hai, his hand landed on her behind, squeezing it. In the end, he too was a man. He didn’t ask her. If a pretty woman wasn’t spoken for, you took her. Fu Yilan made a token effort, trying to push his hand away. She barely put any strength into it though, and it let him force his hand, squeezing harder. That seemed to have given him some confidence, that the cultivator woman beside him wasn’t as strong as her title suggested. Fu Yilan didn’t care to change his mind. He was good-looking enough that she didn’t mind, and having gotten used to fucking regularly, was slowly getting in the mood.

A small part of her liked the way he just took her, forced his hand onto her. Reminding her of her place as a woman. Her ass relaxed around the anal beads, letting them stimulate her. Noticing her arousal, the beetle started vibrating as well. Breathing out slightly heavier than usual once, then went back to normal. It wouldn’t do to act too freely in front of the family.

That night, he pulled her out into the night. Fu Yilan had removed the loop of the anal beads, allowing her to keep them in. She could remove them without it after all by now. The beetle had been removed quickly before Deng Hai pushed her into the grass and mounted her, dick already erect.

“A beauty like you coming to our village, flaunting her curves. You’re probably not even a cultivator, only acting the part to scare off bandits, am I right? No way you’d be so weak, otherwise.” His tip parted her folds, and she moaned slightly as he started pushing his length into her. “I’ll make you mine. You will make an incredible second wife for me.”

Fu Yilan let him thrust into her, enjoying the pleasure only majorly yang creatures could bring. The beads were stimulating nicely as well, elevating the mortal dick to something that could make her cum as well. Her cheek pressed against the grass as he leaned onto her. Quiet slaps could be heard each time his hips struck her ass, making it jiggle.

“You’re the best woman I’ve ever seen. This body will make me a fabulous son, one that can cultivate. And it better be a son, you hear?!” His demand was accentuated by a slap on her rear, and Fu Yilan moaned slightly. She didn’t even notice how her submissive position was turning her on. She had been trained on sex like this, and it had been woven into her core identity, sneakily, that this type of intercourse brought the most pleasure. She could even see past the fact that if she truly wanted to, she could throw him off and rip his head off before the body touched the ground. Still, the way he smothered her with his weight lit a fire between her legs that his dick was delving into.

A thick arm snaked around her neck and started squeezing. He was still on top of her and his hips kept moving, but he slowly restricted her airways. Fu Yilan knew what he expected to happen and clenched her pussy more, but she wasn’t short of breath. It wasn’t a problem a sixth-stage cultivator faced without several minutes of serious physical activity. Her fingers held onto his arm, tanned from all the time spent in the sun and without excess fat, days spent herding goats keeping him fit.

“Yeah, you like that, huh? I can feel how tight you get when I choke you.” Fu Yilan left him to his talking, only moaning slightly. It wasn’t mind-shattering, but it quenched a sort of thirst that she couldn’t quite take care of by herself.

His dick started pulsing as he shot spurt after spurt into her womb, his seed trying and failing to get her pregnant. The Void Lotus Demoness art drank it all up instead. His energy wouldn’t be of any use to her, but a million drops would inevitably fill a bucket as well.

The woman she’d chatted with this afternoon hadn’t lied. Fu Yilan had only started licking up the remnants of his first load when he got hard again. Apparently, that was not the norm for mortal men. Fu Yilan knelt in front of him, a challenging gaze in her eye. She was looking forward to what he would make her do next. Not liking that look, Deng Hai didn’t disappoint.

“Open that mouth,” he commanded, and immediately pushed his dick all the way in. “Don’t look at me with eyes like those. You’re a woman. My woman. You obey me and bear my children. You’d better understand that sooner rather than later.” Fu Yilan only stared up at him despite the meat shoved down her throat.

“Haha, damn. You’re a real slut, huh?” Her eyes showed a grin at him.

His hands reached down and wrapped around her neck. He was gripping around his dick whenever it went deep, using her like a toy. The experience made Fu Yilan incredibly wet as she sat there, being thrust in and out of, kept in place by his grip. Usually, she would have acted weak, making it seem like it was too much, putting a mask that showed the woman her partner of the night wanted. Today, however, she wasn’t the weaker one, having to try and grasp at every possible advantage and emotional connection such an act could bring.

She shivered slightly as her sensitive mouth and throat made her cum, a bit of liquid pooling between her legs. Deng Hai misinterpreted it and nodded, self-assured.

“That’s what I thought. Obey and you will be cared for, taken care of. That is my job, after all.” Moist eyes stared up at him, but the goat shepherd didn’t care for an answer. He pumped his load into her throat and pushed her onto her back. Fu Yilan let him do as he wished. He was the man; he was in control.

He squeezed her tits for a few minutes, marveling at their softness, pinching nipples gently. Fu Yilan writhed in his grip but didn’t try to flee. It seemed like all he needed as confirmation, because he kept fucking her as soon as his dick was back up. Round after round they continued on the grass, rotating between different positions. After his fifth shot, he carried her back to the village, her legs and arms wrapped around him, still on his dick, into their house. Everyone was up, congratulating them.

Fu Yilan looked around, wide-eyed, as Deng Hai thrust twice more before cumming a final time. He kept her on his dick though as they were showered with congratulatory praise.

“How nice!”

“Congrats you two!”

“Welcome to the family!”

She looked at the man holding her who was grinning down at her. “What’s the meaning of this? Why are they all here, congratulating?” It felt odd. Wrong, even. They were the family she had shared time with, ate with. They weren’t supposed to see her naked.

“You didn’t know? We’re married. You’re my second wife. It’s our town’s custom to have the man take the woman he wants near the village. Anyone to challenge his claim must fight him then. Miss Yang said she asked you, and that you wouldn’t be opposed. Though with your beauty, I think I would have taken you regardless.” He grinned and kissed her before setting her down. The village elder’s wives hurried forward and wrapped a white cloak around each of their shoulders. Everyone was all smiles, and the mood was great. It even seemed like some sort of second meal had been prepared, though Fu Yilan couldn’t say she’d seen any of those dishes yet.

Something had clearly been misinterpreted. She thought back to the statement the woman had made, who was apparently called Miss Yang. She hadn’t asked her if she wanted to marry him. Yet it seemed like that simple giggle as a reaction to that had somehow gotten her in this situation. No, it would have happened either way. He had told her so himself.

Looking around at all the elated faces, she couldn’t bring herself to call it off. The children, while bleary-eyed, were beaming at her, welcoming their new mother or aunt into the family. Would it really matter to act like his wife for a little bit before moving on? Nothing much would change, would it?

She knew that she hadn’t been pushing into the Thousand Sheared-Off Mountains for that long, but her movement art must have taken her quite a stretch to reach a village with such an unusual marriage custom.

“Welcome to the family, truly,” Xu Qiuyue said, Deng Hai’s first wife. She had a warm smile on her face and a small child on her arm. “I can definitely use the assistance. I can barely handle all of his energy on my own, especially with the children.” Her words and kind nature were another spike, forcing Fu Yilan to go along with it. Though she was slightly shocked with how accepting Xu Qiuyue was of the whole situation, content with her role as her husband’s property.

They hugged and sat back down at the table. Deng Hai place himself between them, arms around their shoulders, each hand groping a breast. Xu Qiuyue started serving him, even feeding him, since his hands were occupied. No one even batted an eye at his actions; it was apparently rather common behavior. Fu Yilan didn’t really feel like going along with it. Was she usually this submissive outside of intercourse? The only reason she did as told were all the encouraging looks the family shot her. She was slowly starting to regret staying.

So, when everyone went to sleep, she took her things and left. She put her dress back on, leaving their village’s colorful outfit behind. If she didn’t feel like staying, she could just leave after all. She was no longer bound, and Fu Yilan was ashamed that it had taken her an entire hour thinking about the evening and her possible choices to realize. She would find a guide in the next town. Still, this simple choice had lifted boulders from her shoulders as she ran through the night.