81. The Moonlit Spring

Qing Jiang's heart raced, a storm of confusion, warmth, and a sharp sting at the thought of Elder Mu's death. Was this the love her mother, Mei Su, had described, a force that stirred the soul like spring rain on dry earth? She wasn't sure, but his presence had woven into her life, his awkward efforts to please her, the rare smiles they brought, faint as moonlight on water. She had grown used to him, this broken old man who saw her as his salvation.

"Do you want to cultivate, to seek immortality?" she asked, her voice soft but firm, her bright eyes fixed on his weathered face.

Elder Mu's cloudy eyes lit up with childlike joy, his wrinkled face splitting into a grin. "Yes! I want to cultivate, to live long, to stay with you forever, Qing!" His voice shook with passion, as if the words had been trapped in his heart for years.

She nodded, a faint smile curving her petal-like lips, softening her otherworldly beauty.

"Qing," he repeated, savoring her name, then chuckled, scratching his bald scalp. "No, I'll stick with 'Immortal.'" The return to his usual respect was almost funny, yet it held a warmth that touched her.

Her smile grew, and his cock, still hard from their earlier moment, brushed her flat stomach, its warmth and firmness surprising her. She glanced down, lips tightening, the shameless Elder Mu returning. The honesty she'd seen moments ago, raw and deep, felt like a brief dream, overtaken by his bold desire.

"Immortal," Elder Mu gasped, his eyes locked on her soft, flushed lips, still pink from their earlier closeness. "I want to kiss you, not for 'healing' this time." His voice was heavy with need, his gaze burning with a love that seemed to reach her soul.

Qing froze, her gaze meeting his. His cloudy eyes, now clear, held a pure affection that softened her guard, a devotion beyond his humble form.

She sighed softly, a sound barely heard over the spring's gentle waves. In his hopeful gaze, she lowered her head, her long lashes closing, her heart torn between resistance and surrender.

He leaned in, his rough, chapped lips pressing against her tender mouth. Who could have pictured it? The untouchable immortal, whose lips escaped men like Feng Wei or brave youths, had been claimed by this old eunuch, not once, but countless times, their tongues tangled in bold, forbidden kisses.

Under the excuse of "healing," Elder Mu would press his lips to hers, each kiss more daring. He'd slip his tongue into her mouth, teasing her teeth, seeking her soft tongue. When she resisted, clenching her jaw, his bony hands would roam, kneading her firm, round ass or squeezing her full, soft breasts.

Her resistance faded, her teeth parting, and his rough tongue claimed hers, their saliva mixing as he tasted her sweetness and fed her his musky, bitter flavor. This time, Qing parted her lips willingly, her tongue meeting his without pause.

Their tongues danced, his rough texture wrapping around her delicate one, twisting like snakes in a wild ritual. His heavy breaths deepened the kiss, his tongue coiling around hers, savoring her sweet saliva while passing his bitter, musky taste.

The lingering effect of his thick semen, still coating her throat, blended with her purity, creating a strong mix that drove him wild. A faint musky hint in her sweet mouth, a blend of her essence and his, clouded his mind, his reason slipping into a fog of desire.

Slurp, smack. Their tongues tangled, saliva dripping from their locked lips, trailing down their chins. Qing kissed back eagerly, swallowing his bitter saliva, her kisses clumsy, her teeth nearly nipping his tongue in her inexperience.

Yet she followed his lead, lost in the moment, her breaths quickening. Their mingled saliva trickled down her water-slicked breasts, tracing the perfect curves of her mounds, dripping from her pink, erect nipples, shining in the moonlight.

After a long time, their lips parted, their eyes locking, full of unspoken longing. Qing's cheeks flushed faintly, her pale, jade-like skin glowing under the moon's soft light.

Elder Mu's gaze burned, his breath rough. "Immortal," he rasped, his voice thick with need. "Can I taste you, down there?"

Qing's brow arched, her breath catching, a flicker of surprise in her bright eyes.

He glanced down nervously, his voice stumbling. "Your mouth has my 'porridge' taste. I want to taste you too." His words were blunt, yet held a desperate honesty that made her pause.

She said nothing, her silence heavy with thought. He noticed the flush creeping up her delicate ears, a subtle sign of her wavering will.

"Alright," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, yet it hit him like a storm.

His eyes widened, disbelief carved on his weathered face. "You mean it?"

A splash of water answered, soaking his face, the droplets clinging to his wrinkled skin. Qing turned, moving toward the white jade platform in the center of the spring, her steps steady, her silhouette graceful in the mist.

Her perfect body rose from the water, her slender waist leading to her round, firm ass, plump and tight like ripe peaches. The crease between her cheeks parted, showing a glimpse of her pussy, a shadowed hint that set his heart racing.

Her ass was perfect, tight yet soft, glistening with water droplets in the moonlight. Elder Mu's cock throbbed painfully, his eyes fixed on the shadowed space between her thighs, glimpsing her hairless, full pussy, its plump lips calling to him.

His arousal surged, his balls tightening with need. Qing reached the platform, her long legs standing tall, her body a masterpiece, her skin blending with the jade beneath her.

Water droplets slid down her smooth, clear skin, dripping to the ground with soft plinks. She took a deep breath, her shoulders trembling slightly, showing her inner struggle.

Then, with a slow, careful motion, she turned to face him. Elder Mu knelt in the shallow water, awestruck, his breath catching in his throat.

Her pussy was a vision, plump, hairless lips, soft and pale like steamed buns, inviting and pure. The tight slit was a perfect line, her legs pressed together, making her mound stand out, a high, rounded hill that seemed alive.

Her skin was smooth, a slight flush adding a delicate charm, like a flower opening. His hungry gaze made her pussy quiver, her thighs rubbing together instinctively, a subtle move that jolted him.

Her pink asshole tightened, hiding in the deep crease of her ass like a shy bud. Her pussy lips clenched, the slit vanishing briefly, then relaxed, showing a hint of pink within.

A single drop of clear fluid seeped out, like nectar from a rare fruit, shining in the moonlight. It was stunning, her hairless pussy a divine sight, a mix of innocence and allure that left him spellbound.

Elder Mu stared, captivated, barely hearing her soft voice. "Have you seen enough?" Her calm face flushed with shyness, like ice melting in the sun, her bright eyes flickering with unease.

Her hands clenched nervously, then relaxed, a silent fight between control and desire. He didn't answer.

With a raw cry, he lunged forward, his bony arms wrapping around her firm ass, his face burying into her crotch. He inhaled deeply, her sweet, floral scent filling his lungs, strong and pure, a fragrance that haunted his dreams.

It was the essence of her, a mix of spring blossoms and honey, untouched by the world's dirt, a scent that marked her as divine.

"You," Qing Jiang gasped, her hands pushing at Elder Mu's bald, weathered scalp, her voice trembling with a mix of protest and surrender. But her words cut off as his thin lips pressed against her pussy, enveloping the soft, hairless mound in a eager kiss. His rough tongue, coarse as sandpaper, parted her thick, pale lips, lapping at the tender, pink flesh inside.

Her pussy quivered, the tight slit resisting his touch, its delicate walls pulsing with defiance and arousal. Yet his tongue pushed through, tasting the silken inner lips, their sweetness flooding his senses like nectar from a rare bloom. Her round, firm ass trembled under his bony grip, her long legs weakening as his coarse tongue scraped her sensitive flesh, each stroke sending jolts through her core.

Her pussy clamped around his tongue, tight yet wet with arousal, its warmth wrapping around him. His wrinkled face pressed against her smooth, flat stomach, her pale, jade-like skin soft against his rough cheeks. His nose brushed her high, rounded mound, his hot, ragged breaths teasing her, making her pussy twitch and contract, a shy flower in a storm.

"Hiss, moan." Qing's body shook as his tongue found her hidden bud, a tiny, sensitive spot at the top of her slit, nestled beneath its delicate hood. The sensation was sharp, a lightning bolt that arched her slender back, her full breasts jiggling, their pink nipples hardening to a faint, flushed red.

Her head tilted back, her wet, ink-black hair swinging, revealing a dazed face, her delicate brows furrowed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her bright eyes, usually clear as autumn pools, clouded with a pink haze of desire, their clarity lost to the wave of sensation.

The heat in her core surged, the itch that had simmered now strong and clear. For the first time in her eighteen years, Qing felt the peak of climax, a bliss that crashed through her like a tidal wave, breaking her calm.

"Squelch." A gush of sweet, floral fluid sprayed from her pussy, soaking Elder Mu's face, drenching his nose, lips, and chin in a fragrant stream. More spurts followed, coating his weathered skin, the droplets shining like dew in the moonlight.

"Ha!" Elder Mu laughed, his voice a rough crow of delight, licking the nectar from his lips. It was purer than honey, a floral sweetness with a strong, heady fragrance, like a garden in full bloom.

He lapped at her pussy, drinking every drop, his rough tongue sweeping over her quivering lips, savoring the taste that lingered on his stained, uneven teeth. The scent filled his lungs, a divine essence that marked her as untouchable yet his to taste.

Qing collapsed onto his face, her pussy pressed against his wrinkles, her body soft and limp, a lotus wilting in the heat. Her sensitive mound felt every crease of his aged skin, each ridge a new sensation that made her breath hitch.

Biting her lip, she summoned a flicker of strength, her cultivation stirring to steady her trembling legs. With a soft gasp, she stood, pulling away from his face. A sticky thread of fluid stretched between her pussy lips and his mouth, glistening like a silver bridge in the moonlight before snapping, leaving a faint pang in her heart.

Her body trembled, a strange reluctance lingering in her chest. The climax had eased the burning heat within her, but an emptiness took its place, a deep yearning in her core, as if her body craved something more, something hot, hard, and filling.

Her bright eyes drifted to Elder Mu's cock, now swollen to nearly thirty-five centimeters, its veins pulsing like writhing snakes, the red, gleaming head larger than a goose egg, leaking a steady stream of precum. Once, she had seen it as a crude distraction, a rough mark of mortal desire that clouded the path to immortality.

Now, it stirred awe, curiosity, and a forbidden desire that tightened her throat. She swallowed hard, her pussy clenching instinctively, then relaxing, its wet warmth inviting, a silent plea she couldn't speak.

Elder Mu caught her stare, his weathered face splitting into a grin of raw pride. Gripping his massive shaft with bony fingers, he aimed the engorged head at her pussy, pressing it against her plump, pale lips.

Both shuddered, their breaths catching together. Her pussy hugged his tip, its soft, wet embrace sending a surge of pleasure through him, his skinny hips trembling. Her pussy quivered, leaking slick fluid that mingled with his precum, creating a sticky, glistening mess that coated their skin, a sign of their shared desire.

"Immortal," Elder Mu rasped, his voice thick with need, echoing in the misty spring. "I want…"

Her silence was consent, a wordless approval that set his heart ablaze. He thrust forward, his massive head parting her lips, the pressure stretching her tight slit.

But before he could push deeper, Qing's slender hand pressed his cock downward, guiding its scorching tip to her tight, pink asshole. The contact made her rim clench in fear, a shy bud pulling back from the heat.

"Immortal!" Elder Mu pleaded, his voice a desperate whine, his eyes wide with longing.

"Not there," Qing whispered, her brows furrowed, her pussy tingling with a mix of anticipation and restraint. "Not now." Her voice was soft but firm, a line drawn in the heat of their passion.

His face lit up, his cloudy eyes gleaming with hope. Not now meant later, a promise that fueled his fire.

"Alright, Immortal, I'll listen," he grinned, his voice thick with devotion, his cock still throbbing against her skin.

Qing Jiang felt her cultivation barrier thinning, a fragile wall ready to break, but a stray thought darkened her mood. She needed to cut ties with Feng Wei, to free herself from their lingering past.

"Immortal," Elder Mu said, his voice cautious yet eager, "I'm going to move."

She nodded, clamping her thighs around his massive cock, its scorching length brushing her pussy and asshole, sending shivers through her. Her long, slender legs formed a tight channel, her skin wet with their mingled fluids.

Slap! Elder Mu thrust, his hips hitting her high, hairless mound, his cock sliding through her thighs, nestling into the crease of her round ass. His bony fingers parted her firm cheeks, letting his cock press against her skin, its heat burning.

His coarse, gray pubic hair grazed her smooth mound, sending an itchy thrill through her core. Slap, slap. His thrusts quickened, their bodies colliding with steady force.

Her pussy lips parted, their sensitive flesh rubbing his veined shaft, her slickness coating him, his precum mixing with her juices, creating a glistening mess. Their lips met, tongues tangling in a eager dance, smack, slurp, matching the rhythm of their bodies below.

Qing kissed eagerly, her inexperience clear but her passion real, her tongue clumsy yet bold as it chased his. Their saliva dripped, coating their chests, mingling with the musky taste of his semen and the floral hint of her juices, a strong blend that fueled their desire.

Despite their age gap, they moved as one, their hearts drawing closer, lost in the moment. The moon hung high, its silver light filtering through the mist, and the gentle breeze bore witness to their forbidden passion, a secret shared with the night.

Slap! Elder Mu thrust hard, his cock sliding through Qing's thighs, their hips pressed tight, no space between them.

"I'm coming!" he growled, his balls tightening, their weight heavy against her skin. A torrent of semen erupted, spraying from her ass crease, shooting meters onto the white jade platform, a white arc gleaming in the moonlight.

Qing moaned, her pussy red and swollen, gushing clear fluid that hit his pulsing cock, intensifying his climax, their fluids mingling in a raw union. They panted, their bodies merging in the misty spring, their breaths rough in the warm air.