Divine Arsenal 2: Dual Weapon Cultivation

by Dante King

  Knowing that no matter what happened tonight I’d be getting laid made me bold. It allowed me to take chances with girls like Kim—but with Hazel, I had to be careful. I’d wanted this for so long, and to blow it now would be intolerable. Maybe I should go for the safe bet, I thought, letting Hazel see the set of my shoulders. Maybe Hazel’s not really worth it…

  The gambit worked. Making Hazel think I was on the verge of turning her down made her seethe—and also made her desperate as all hell. When I glanced back at her, she’d turned around and was thrusting her big ass in the air, playing with the hem of her tunic as she slid up the smooth backs of her thighs.

  “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had a man, Eric?” Hazel cooed.

  So she has had one, I thought, a little disappointed. That’s fine, though—once she’s had me, she won’t want anyone else, ever again. And it would be good for her to have at least a little bit of experience. Not that I didn’t love teaching girls how to be bad for me—I’d been expecting to do just that with Kim the bartender—but I preferred that sort of behavior in the girls young enough to call me ‘Daddy’ in the bedroom. Not those closer to my own age, like Hazel.

  “No idea,” I said, letting bravado creep into my voice. “You know how long it’s been since I’ve had a woman? I count it in minutes these days, Hazel, not hours.”

  “Not like me,” Hazel groaned. Damn it, the things she did with those fingers and that teasing little edge of her skirt drove me wild. “It’s been ages since someone’s bent me over and fucked me hard and fast, the way a woman deserves.” She tugged the fabric over her round ass. “My pussy is aching for you, Eric!”

  Fuck yes it is, I thought, my eyes widening. Hazel wasn’t wearing a stitch beneath her skirt, and her mound was freshly shaved. She’d clearly gotten herself ready for this, trimming and grooming to perfection. Her bare pussy glistened with juice, the soft pink folds just visible beneath the curve of her ass. Her thighs were stained with her own arousal, as if she’d been horny all night thinking of the moment she’d finally reveal herself to me.

  After a speech like that, there was no way I could say no. Anna and Lyra could wait—after all, they’d understand. This moment was important to all of us, even though the only one who could do it was me. For a moment I considered tossing Hazel over my shoulder and carrying her into the suite, but I felt it was the wrong move. Seeing Anna and Lyra all at once might bring some of those feelings of shame back, and cause Hazel to turn from the brink and run.

  I was going to put my hands all over her, though. I couldn’t resist.

  I grabbed Hazel from behind, the bulge in my pants pushing between her legs as I ran my rough palms over her smooth ass. “Where’s your bedroom?” I grunted, the sound barely recognizable as my own voice. When did I start sounding like something midway between a beast and a billionaire?

  “Right behind us,” Hazel purred, her words giving way to a groan as my hand slid between her thighs. “Wait, someone might come up here—”

  “Let them,” I said with a smirk. I had to feel that soft, tight wetness. I had to know what was waiting for me.

  Hazel’s clit throbbed beneath my thumb as I teased it, gripping her tightly from behind with my other hand. My body pinned hers against the wall, forcing her to spread her legs wider to accommodate me.

  “Ah, fuck,” Hazel groaned, watching me over her shoulder as I explored her womanhood. “This is so wrong, Eric. What if someone sees?”

  “Then they’ll see the hero who saved the town taking his latest woman,” I told her with a chuckle, swirling my thumb around her swollen, sensitive nub. “Hell, they’ll probably cheer me on.”

  Hazel readied a cutting retort, but it fell out of the back of her head as I added two fingers to the treatment my thumb gave her clit. They dove into her, testing her walls as my middle and ring fingers stabbed deep into her like a cock.

  Holy shit. She was so. Fucking. Tight.

  Hazel noticed my shock as I explored the silky walls of her pussy, a groan escaping her lips. “You like the way my pussy feels, don’t you, Eric?” she asked, really getting into it now. Suddenly it didn’t seem so important to her if someone came up the stairs now—getting pleasure was far more fun. “You love those soft, tight little ridges, baby?”

  In response, I took her wrist with my free hand and slid it into my pants. Hazel’s fingers closed around my cock and I heard her gasp, her eyes going wide with shock as she felt the full length and girth of my member. I was throbbing hard, of course, precum spilling against her palm as her touch sent sparks of bliss through my body.

  “Oh fuck you’re big,” Hazel whimpered, sounding barely older than Kim. “I don’t know if I can fit all this inside me, Eric! You might really have to stretch my tight kitty out to go balls-deep inside of me!”

  Challenge accepted, I thought. Suddenly fingering her in a public hallway wasn’t enough—I needed every inch of Hazel, needed to claim her so hard that she never thought of anything but being a full member of our group ever again. With a grunt, I slid both hands under her ass and lifted her off the ground, carrying her into my arms.

  “Which one is yours?” I asked, ignoring her squeal as I nodded toward the doors.

  “Second on the left,” Hazel gasped against my neck. She ground her hips against me in frustration, her needy pussy dripping and clenching after being denied its treat. Soon, I thought, shoving the bedroom door open. Soon it’ll all be mine.

  Hazel’s bedroom was nothing special, but that night it felt like a fucking palace. I carried Hazel in my arms to her bed, tossing her onto the downy comforter and watching as her arms and legs unfurled. The lamp was unlit, but with the windows open on the starry night there was just enough moonlight for us to allow our eyes to roam over each other’s bodies. I undressed quickly, tearing off my robes as I crawled across the bed.

  Hazel had already unlaced her top, allowing her ample breasts to spring free. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, stiff and rigid in the chill evening air. I kissed one, swirling my tongue around it before sucking at the tit in a way that made Hazel arch her back and cry out with pleasure.

  “Oh yes, Eric, please! Don’t stop, unnngh more!”

  More was exactly what I intended to give her.

  My fingers slid back to the warm hollow between her thighs as my mouth covered her breasts with kisses. Hazel arched into my touch, eager to have me explore her. Eager to spread for me, to yield to me. Why wouldn’t she be? After so long, I was going to give her what she’d been dreaming of ever since Guildmaster Ji took it from her. Her cultivation. Her power. Her essence.

  Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t going to just give it to her freely. That little slut was going to have to earn it.

  I thrust my fingers deep into her pussy a few more times, filling the room with the wet squelching sound of her walls around me and the heady aroma of womanhood. Then, just as she began to get into it, I grabbed her beneath her round ass and flipped her over. Hazel let out a shocked little noise then grabbed onto the headboard, arching her back as she spread her legs and thrust her rear into the air.

  “You want me like this?” Hazel teased, watching me over her shoulder. “You just needed to ask, Eric. I—”

  Slap! My hand came down on her round ass, turning whatever she’d been about to say into a mingled cry of pleasure and pain. Before she could recover, I wrapped my fingers around her long blonde ponytail and tugged, taking total control of the encounter. Tears sprang to Hazel’s eyes from the pain—but at the same time, her pussy clenched like a fist, her needy little slit begging for me to fill it.

  “I don’t ask for anything,” I growled, savoring the control I had over Hazel. “I take. You’re mine now, little girl. You’re not going to mouth off to me or anyone else in our group, ever again.”

  As I spoke, the head of my cock teased her opening. Just the tip was enough to stretch her walls, making her moan and grind herself back on me. I was careful not to let her engu
lf me, working the crown of my cock enough to send her into a froth but not enough to give her relief.

  “Okay, I deserve that,” Hazel conceded, her face a mask of pleasure as she helplessly tried to get me inside of her. “I’ve been a bitch, I can totally see that now. Please, please make me a good girl again, Eric?”

  Oh no. What she wanted was an easy way out. That’s exactly what I wasn’t going to give her.

  “Earn it,” I growled, letting go of her all at once. Hazel landed in a confused heap on the mattress, the lack of stimulation like being dunked into a bucket of ice water. She must have felt like she’d done something wrong—and me glaring down at her didn’t help. I watched her mind work feverishly, trying to find the answer. How did she earn my cock?

  Then she saw my length jerk against my thigh, and a silky smile spread across her face. “Yes, sir,” Hazel cooed, crawling to me on her hands and knees. “I’m sooo sorry, Eric. I’ve been such a bad, wicked girl…”

  She pushed her face against my cock and balls, savoring the musky, earthy scent of me. Her naughty little tongue shot from her mouth, working its way from the base of my cock all the way to the head, and I was in fucking Heaven. My hand came down on the back of her head, guiding her deeper onto my prick.

  “There you go,” I grunted, scooting forward a bit on my knees to get more of myself into her. “Ah, fuck!” The head of my cock hit the back of her throat, nestled snugly in the tight opening while her tongue teased my shaft and balls. The things Hazel did with her mouth couldn’t be denied. In addition to her skill as a cultivator, she was a champion-tier whore.

  “Thank you for letting me please you, Eric,” she whimpered, sounding more submissive than Hazel had ever dared let herself be before. “I’m so sorry I was mean to you and the other girls. Do you think Lyra and Anna should be allowed to whip me? Work out a little bit of that frustration they both must have toward me?”

  My hand cupped both of her cheeks, hollowing them like a fish’s. “I think you’re enjoying this far too much,” I grunted, forcing the head of my cock back between my lips. “Take that fucking cock, Hazel. You want me to cultivate with you? You want my power?”

  “Yes,” Hazel whimpered. Only now did I notice her hand between her thighs, stoking her inner fire as she sucked me. “Yes, Eric! Yes I want it!”

  I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed Hazel—needed her hard and fast. Letting out a bestial growl, I grabbed her ponytail and tugged her off my cock. Her whine of frustration turned into a toe-curling groan of bliss as I pinned her to the mattress, flipping her over and spreading her ass cheeks to see the soft mound between her legs.

  “Mine,” I grunted, opening my senses as the head of my cock pushed into her slit. This time there was no teasing, no hesitation—this was no longer about Hazel in any meaningful sense. This sex was about me, my pleasure—and Hazel was just along for the ride.

  Good thing for her it was the most awesome fuck of her life just the same.

  The world sharpened around me as my cock thrust hilt-deep into Hazel’s pussy. Her slick walls gripped me like a glove as I bottomed out inside of her, my balls slapping against the back of her thighs as I grunted like a caveman. The force of my thrust shook the bed, no doubt alerting anyone in the common room below to exactly what was happening in the room upstairs.

  Let them hear, I thought, slamming my meat into Hazel again. Fuck, this feels too good to hold back! I needed this so fucking bad!

  Hazel’s sounds of pleasure mixed with my own as I fucked her into the mattress, mercilessly using her tight little body the way it was meant to be used. The air in the room thickened as energy coursed through our bodies and Hazel’s psyche opened like a flower. I could already feel everything with so much more clarity, from the fluffy sheet beneath my knees to the soft contours of the silky walls gripping my cock, but now it was like I could feel Hazel herself. Her inner self, her soul, her aura—whatever you wanted to call it.

  It was alive, growing brighter and brighter as we fucked. We clawed at each other like animals now, each knowing the wounds we inflicted would fade in moments. Hazel tried to rise from the mattress, tried to take back some of the control I’d taken from her. It was like a stream trying to shrug off a dam, or one of Lyra’s oxen trying to break free from its yoke. Not happening, in other words.

  With a start, I realized that even more than I’d wanted Hazel and I to fuck, I wanted to be the one fucking her. This wasn’t a meeting of equals, or a partnership where pleasure was shared. This was me claiming Hazel, planting a flag in her soil, marking her soul.

  There was so much pent up frustration in me—and in her, as well. After all, she’d been without her cultivation for so long. The first stirrings of it brought tears of joy to her eyes, like a blind woman who could finally see. She shifted beneath me, spreading wider as I drilled as deep into her as I possibly could. Every thrust felt better than the last—not just because of the onrush of pleasure, but because every thinning of the barrier between Hazel’s self and mine brought our understanding of the universe to a brighter, stronger level.

  As if on cue, something began to vibrate in the forgotten pile of robes on the floor. The Metal Cores I’d half-intended for Kim’s entrance into cultivation rolled from the pockets and the sleeves, humming and crackling with arcane energy. Beams of light filled the room as the pressure within us built, the pleasure cresting higher and higher as our groans rose louder and mingled together.

  “Oh Gods, Eric… Eric!” Hazel’s voice turned shrill and pleading, the ridges of her soft walls running up and down my shaft so tightly it threw sparks. “I can feel it… I can feel it! It’s happening, it’s happening, oh fuck oh fuck!”

  The beams of light wrapped themselves around Hazel’s arms and legs, lifting her from the bed as we fucked. With her held aloft in front of me, nothing kept me from thrusting forward as hard and fast as I wanted. Any injury would be healed, any hurt would be undone. My cock pumped like a piston inside her, buried as deep and hard as I could as my climax approached.

  I’d wanted this for so long. I’d waited for Hazel for what felt like forever, and now that she was finally mine, the pleasure felt every bit as sweet as I’d hoped. More juice dripped from her pussy as the golden glow thrust her body down on me, impaling her hilt-deep on my prick.

  In the same moment, Hazel screamed—and shattered like a plate-glass window. Her cry rose higher and higher, becoming an unending musical note so pure and powerful I was amazed the windows of the inn didn’t smash outward.

  I lost my rhythm and bucked madly, focused on the onrush of my own bliss. Another one of those savage, primal thrusts and the dam burst inside me, the pleasure going unbearable as my cock jerked inside of Hazel. The thought of pulling out never even occurred to me. Nothing could have stopped me from pumping her sweet pussy full of my load. More monsters, the door slamming open to admit a pissed off Anna and Lyra—nothing. Biology and need reigned over all.

  The sheer release of my orgasm brought tears to my eyes. Thick ropes of liquid lava exploded inside of Hazel, spraying her walls down with so much thick seed it seemed my balls couldn’t have possibly held it all. Her legs wrapped around my waist, clutching me as hard as she could as my balls drained into her. The world shrunk to that perfect point of contact between us as more seed erupted from my cock, each shot a miniature orgasm of its own.

  As the pleasure began to ebb, I became aware that the light surrounding us was no longer a bright, featureless white. It glowed with every color of the rainbow, shimmering around Hazel’s naked body as she began to transform.

  Words flashed in front of my eyes:

  Rust Beetle Beast Core Absorbed Using Dual Cultivation!

  Comprehension of Metal Increased!

  Initiating Memorize Stage (Level 1: Fan of Knives)

  Memorize Stage reached 80% (Level 1: Fan of Knives)

  Black Core (Dual Weapon Cultivation)

  Activating Sacred Skill…

  Dual Cultivati
on → Weapon Creation

  Martial Mastery (Dao Sword) successfully activated!

  Hazel

  Hazel Successfully Transforms into Cultivator (Late Mana Gateway)!

  Hazel Now Possesses Secondary Form – Dao Sword (Metal Aspect)!

  By the time they faded, so had Hazel. In place of the gorgeous woman I’d just fucked, a silver blade lay across the mattress, tucked in a perfect groove within the blankets. I looked it up and down, a strange mix of emotions filling my chest as I beheld Hazel’s brand-new weapon form.

  “Of course,” I said, shaking my head with a faint smile. “It would be that, wouldn’t it? You wouldn’t have it any other way…”

  Sitting next to me on the bed was a dao sword—the same weapon Hazel had wielded so often in her first life as a cultivator. I’d seen it in her hands dozens of times, wielded against a monster threatening our group or held to the throat of the Governor’s awful son Gentry. She wielded it with a grace and dexterity that was almost inhuman, and so it made perfect sense that now, she’d give herself to me as that very same weapon.

  “I’ll try to be as skilled with this weapon as you are,” I whispered, unsure if Hazel could even hear me. Neither Anna or Lyra had gained the ability to communicate with me in weapon form until much later. I doubted Hazel would be able to yet, either. “You’ll have lots to teach me about it, Hazel. I’m damned sure of that.”

  As I came down from my peak, the wave of cascading colors rolled over the dao sword laying next to me. Within moments, Hazel lay in my arms, naked and satisfied. A faint smile played across the blonde’s features, as if she couldn’t quite remember where she’d just gone, but had the distinct impression she’d liked it.