Chapter 8:A ‘normal’ breakthrough

Elizabeth did not live a happy life. If she did she would have never needed or wanted to become a cultivator. Her family was so wealthy and powerful that she could have lived a life of absolute luxury.

One of the pleasures she did get to enjoy was food. Her father loved good food and the rest of the family by extension.

The appendage in her mouth put all of that to shame by multiple orders of magnitude.

It had started chaste, as chaste as taking a penis into one's mouth could be but it escalated rapidly.

The moment it touched her tongue, her taste buds were instantly overwhelmed by the delicious flavor. But her taste was not the only sense that got hit.

Her entire body was racked with sensual goosebumps, and her nostrils filled with the addicting aroma.

Her snatch got hit just as hard, something she had only used for relieving herself cried out for its other intended purpose, gushing to show its need. Elizabeth's undergarments were soaking with her juices in seconds and yet this was not the greatest impact of taking the master's rod inside her mouth.

The hard meat inside said fleshy prison was softly undulating taking so much space that it was slightly painful but she still was trying to shove more and more of him in, her tongue wiggling the underside of his manhood just to taste as much of him as she possibly could.

It did not matter that she was essentially gagging on the heaven's chosen as it subsumed all available space including the amount necessary to be able to breathe.

But breathing was mundane, breathing was something she could do all the time. Savoring such divinity held much more precedence even if it came at the cost of her own life and she continued pushing forward, inch by agonizing inch.

Her survival instincts were screaming at her to stop but she ignored them in favor of the super drug levels of pleasure each undulation generated.

It was not merely the physical, no that would be too simple, and maybe Elizabeth could resist this despite it being the greatest pleasure she ever felt by a world-ending margin.

Her very soul ached for more and she was not being metaphorical or exaggerating. The desire was so deep, so primal that her years of careful training and restraint were shattered in front of its might.

She was reduced to a rabid starving animal thrown a slab of magical juicy meat and she needed to have it all, now.

Her vision went hazy, her consciousness slowly teetering out but even that could not stop her.

Her arms felt weak but she still tried to grab onto his waist trying to get it in further.

Her throat gagged more violently, her body trying every involuntary response it had trying to take the foreign intruder out but Elizabeth was only pushing it one way and that was in.

At this moment, when her body was truly starting to go past the point of no return, it happened. The undulations escalated to extreme heights before something wet and... Elizabeth lost consciousness.

But her mind and soul did not go to rest or leave her body. Instead, for less than an infinitesimal fraction of a second her soul felt apotheosis, a feeling so profound that her mind could not find any purchase.

Elizabeth felt a part of herself shift, the space which was both unknowable and formless taking a form. The world around her transformed, taking the shape of an all-encompassing runic eye that gazed over all of creation. She was awash with a sense of omniscience

She could retain the sensation for more than the smallest moment before it left her.

When it did a sense of powerlessness came over her, along with a desire to once more feel that miraculous excitement and power.

However, it did leave her with something, a seed. This seed was as tiny as a grain of sand and looked unimpressive.

Yet it comforted her distressed soul as it understood a truth, this was a promise.

A first step to one day feeling that sense of deification once more. A hope that it would be more permanent next time.

Elizabeth would remember none of this in any capacity, very very few cultivators or masters ever did.

With this blissful ignorance, Elizabeth found her conscious once more. But when her eyes opened, everything felt different.

Like everything shifted somehow.

It was not a bad feeling, if anything it was fantastic. Like the world became easier to understand and live in.

But that feeling was replaced extremely quickly by a veritable storm of orgasms as her brain finally started catching up with the sensations her body suffered through while her mind and soul were elsewhere.

The space between her feet was flooded with her juices. But that was not the end of it, there was an addictive aftertaste of something divine on her tongue and her mind was desperately trying to quantify the ambrosia whilst shouting at itself to find more.

Her head was so out of sorts that she missed the words said by the culprit of her current state.

"Congratulations. You are now a cultivator."