Chapter 14: Introspection

Elizabeth had an interesting day. She was sucking a dick for a month straight.

For a month straight!

She had pride in her attention span but that was just inhuman. Which made sense since she was technically no longer mortal.

That fact made her smile, even now, just thinking about it made the power- no the essence- move as it filled her inner giving her a sense of fullness.

That intoxicating feeling was back but a lot weaker and far more manageable, which was far better in her opinion.

She threw a fist at the open air and felt the weight behind it. There was a slight *whoosh* of air due to the sheer weight behind her blow.

All this... from sucking a penis for a month...

She hated to admit it but now she could understand why her moms, dad, and some of her brothers were so grateful for the privilege of 'serving' the family Guardian.

If they felt a fraction of what she was feeling now, and given their hedonistic nature, they would all kill for the opportunity.

Speaking of penises she would love to suck.

Her master and another female were still in his private abode while she had thrown out to stand and wait.

The official reason was that they had business and she should spend some time coming to grips with her newfound power but she knew the real objective.

She was kept out of the way so that the female master could get down and dirty while still maintaining her 'image'. Which, given her own past, she could understand.

(The real reason was in fact because Samuel thought Elizabeth needed to spend some time coming to grips with her power and their actions could be too distracting for that to happen. Lucia was too much of a freak to care and Samuel was pretty much desensitized to everything. If she used her unique abilities she would have known but too many of her own biases were confirmed so she did not bother.)

But she could not even blame the woman. Elizabeth would be doing the same if she could.

In fact, she could not wait till the man popped her cherry. If sucking on him felt this good. She could not wait to see just how good it would feel when the appendage went inside her special place.

There was already a small wet spot in her lower undergarments just from the imagination...

This thought made her stop for a second and take a sniff of her robes. She had been sitting in one spot and sucking a dick for a month. She wondered how she smelled right.

Surprisingly she did not smell like sweat and grime. No, the smell was quite pleasant.

Even the fabric felt like it had been kept in a soft and pristine condition.

This made her think of all the other things that should have happened over the month, namely that she had not gone to the toilet or showered once.

Yet, she was just fine. She did not feel the need to shit nor had she shat herself.

If anything her hair, the softness of her skin, and her general aesthetic condition were all in pinnacle shape and she had nothing to maintain it. Normally she had a rigorous skincare routine to keep up her beauty.

Despite the month of its absence, there was no drop, if anything there was a noticeable reduction in the small blemishes.

More and more things of such nature kept piling onto her head.

Unable to comprehend any of it, she chalked it up to mystical nonsense performed by her master and moved to something far more important.

Namely, how okay she was with the fact that her first real sexual experience could be so extreme.

Every mortal knew how sexual all the cultivators were and it did bleed into the rest of society.

Lechery was very accepted and despite never sexually touching a man in her life she was quite knowledgeable in the subject.

It was not so brazen as the cultivators, mortals did it for recreation and procreation. It was not so integral to their personal growth and power. But outside of nobility where purity was a form of currency, sexual exploration was very normal.

But becoming a slut was not something she had expected to happen. She was not supposed to be reduced to thinking with her pussy.

She was expecting more along the lines of a suckle here and a suckle there. Eventually, feelings would get involved and her master would claim her maidenhood and her heart.

That was the idea in her head.

The romance that was so free among most mortals was sadly far beyond the reach of those in power. When everything was up for barter it was very hard to find a genuine connection.

That was why she was so adamant about trying to forget her family name. Things like emotions and vulnerability had no place in noble politics. They were a weakness to exploit and were purged with expedience.

Elizabeth did not want that, she craved the romantic fantasy that filled the pages of every cliché novel she had read. That was her dream.

Which made it all the more terrifying that she had been reduced to slutty urges after one encounter with a powerful master.

It was no wonder that every cultivation novel she had ever read was essentially a smut book.

She could only thank fate she already had the word of the master that she would be turned into a cauldron. Even if she had forgone building a romantic relationship for a purely sexual one, the bond should take care of the genuine feelings aspect.

Through this, her hope was that it should be okay that her entire plan and thought process was being derailed to include more sexual encounters with her master.

After all...

She once more channeled the essence, which coated her entire body in iridescent gold. That beckoning sense of omnipotence just beyond at her fingertips.

When her master's cock was so tasty and so beneficial, it would be very hard not to become a slut.

Maybe... Elizabeth was more like her family than she wanted to admit.

But that was okay, as long as she was the love slut of someone who would love her unconditionally she could be okay with that. And she had a unique ability to make that happen.