Chapter 7:Initiation(Part 2)

Elizabeth was in a very spartan room with very little overt decoration or fanfare. There was only a bed and the lamps that lit it up. But where it lost in luxury, it made up for in material quality and absurdly elaborate design on every surface.

She was also very sure that every bit of it was heavily enchanted. The amount of work that went into the very floors would make even her uber-rich father blink.

The method of her arrival was as fantastical as they came.

The master asked for her hand. She gave it and the next thing she knew she was in this room with him.

He was still giving her a look and given her unique set of innate talents and upbringing, she knew what was going through his head.

He was trying to think of a way to dissuade her from being a cauldron. He had an overtly thoughtful look in his

"Are you that against it?"

"No. I am simply trying to think of what to do."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know how to perform the ritual?"

Elizabeth's looked confused at the question.

"No?"

"As I suspected. The thing is, I do not know either. This sect's cauldron support, while present, is more of a small club instead of a dedicated sector. It is not as robust as some of the more focused cauldron sects. Given their minority, I never bothered delving beyond the general knowledge a cultivator naturally comes across."

Elizabeth had to hold in the glee she was feeling at the moment. What he had done might not seem like it to others, but to her, it made a world of difference.

He took her opinion seriously, no matter how random and outlandish it was. She was not being treated like a tool to be used and disregarded until necessary.

Her memories of her interactions with her father, mother, and older brothers came to mind.

The hollowness of those words... she would never understand how they thought themselves immune from her ability when they used it for their benefit so often and had firsthand witness to its effectiveness.

They had the gall to...

She shook her head, that was all in the past. she was currently in the now, in front of a man handsome enough to make a nun cream their panties upon a glance at him. She would enjoy the now, she would leave her past behind.

Putting on one of her more bubbly and ditzy facades, she asked. Putting a finger on her luscious lips she asked blinking her long eyes lashes.

"I thought all you had to do was make me a sex slave? How hard could that be?"

Samuel looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"It is an intertwining of souls. Not a sexual fantasy. Contrary to popular belief, it is often far more beneficial to the disciples than it first appears. They are often more loved and valued than ordinary disciples. They gain a powerful ability to hold over their fellow cultivators. Not to mention, the burden of cultivation is almost completely removed. If not for the heavy caveat of absolute subservience and tied to death, I would even argue that this union is too much in favor of the normal cultivator."

That was a novel argument, the normal excuse for masters who did not want cauldrons was that they were too in demand to focus too much on a few individuals.

But Elizabeth doubted this was an excuse, more like a setup for his reasoning and his next words proved this.

"Such an elaborate mystical tie is not something that can be casually done. I must go and see how it is done properly before that."

"But that takes me to a point I almost forgot, let us properly get you initiated into the sect."

With that Samuel parted his robes to reveal his impressive member already at half-mast. The seriousness with which he said it made Elizabeth blink for a few seconds before what he said sunk in.

She looked straight at his appendage, there was no sense of outward shock. Every mortal knew how lecherous the cultivation world was. She was exposed to enough cultivator media to know and accept this to be the norm.

She had been standing in a line getting ready to suck a pair of tits for their juice merely minutes ago. And being a daughter of a powerful mortal noble, she had long since been desensitized to dick and tits.

Sadly, she had no experience in doing the act. Being chaste had a lot of value in mortal circles unlike the cultivator circles, and she had been kept 'safe' for the perfect moment.

But, It did not matter that she lacked practical knowledge, she went down on her knees and opened her mouth, like her moms and dad did when they wanted a taste of what normal cultivators regularly enjoyed.

Her form was clumsy given that she had never done the act before but that hardly mattered to Samuel who was all about efficiency.

Seeing her readiness, he moved forward and pushed his member in her waiting mouth just like he did so many times with Lucia.

For him, this was mundane and common.

For Elizabeth... Her mind exploded in pleasure as her tongue touched the appendage and it had only just begun.