Initially, Lucian had 10 low-grade spirit stones.
He used 8 of them to advance to the Blood Purification stage, but when attempted to break through the next stage with one, he didn't succeed. So he could only stop his attempts, for now.
The assassin also had 3 low-grade spirit stones, which Lucian claimed after killing him, bringing his current counts to 4.
Ever since they departed from the capital city, he had been teaching Isabella and Celine everything he understood about Cultivation so far. He even gave each of them a low-grade spirit stone.
Isabella also had a Purple Innate Fate related to her physique, but unlike Celine, hers wasn't in a dormant state.
So Lucian didn't think she couldn't handle the energy from the stone. And he was right.
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Seeing Isabella now cultivating, Lucian turned to face his mother, Celine, whose face was flushed with a mixture of lust and trepidation.
His hand moved, touching her fat hips from the side, and she froze momentarily but immediately understood his intention.
Even though her heart was pounding, she looked at her daughter, who was now closing her eyes to meditate, and then slowly lifted up her hips, allowing his hand to slide through the slit of her gown, as his hand began to knead her soft, chubby asscheek.
Her breathing was getting more and more erratic as she felt her lust growing. But she was determined not to give in, not with her daughter sitting right next to them.
However, Lucian too was determined not to let her resist.
Outside the sky had darkened, with the roaring of thunder intensifying. The wind howled through the branches of the ancient oak tree, its leaves rustling in a frenzied dance.
Heavy rain beat against the carriage, creating a constant drumming on the roof that almost drowned out the sound of their ragged breaths.
Inside the carriage, as Lucian hadn't lit any candles, so it was dim.
Only the occasional flash of lightning that pierced through the oak tree's encircling branches would illuminate the interior, casting fleeting shadows across their lust-filled faces.
As Lucian's hand began to squeeze Celine's deliciously supple asscheek under her weight, his other hand wrapped around her head, fingers tangling in her silky blue hair.
He gently pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear, giving them a lick as he whispered softly,
"Relax, mama. Let me take care of you. Sister won't be able to see us properly in the darkness."
Lucian's crimson eyes gleamed with lust as he looked into Celine's ocean eyes, the intensity of his gaze making her shiver with anticipation and excitement.
The carriage creaked and swayed with the wind, the sound of rain drumming on the roof, as the darkness only seemed to intensify the lust burning within his gaze, making his eyes glow like embers in the night.
Celine still hesitated, her voice barely a whisper,
"But son..."
But her protest was cut short as Lucian's lips crashed against hers, silencing her words with a kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, darting towards Isabella.
But as Lucian's tongue pressed insistently against her soft lips, demanding entrance, Celine felt her resolve slowly crumbling.
"Mphh..."
With a soft whimper, her rosy lips parted, allowing Lucian's tongue to slip inside.
As their tongues danced together, Celine's eyes fluttered closed, losing herself in the sensations.
Her forked tongue wrapped around Lucian's, their saliva mingling as they explored each other's mouths.
slurp~ shluuurp! lick!!
Her hands were gripping his thighs, her nails digging into the fabric of his robes.
Lucian let out a groan, his head thrown back in pleasure as his mother sucked him.
Celine's lips stretched over his thick boner, her eyes half-closed in lust, her face flushed with arousal.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, her daughter just a few feet away.
But the thrill of being caught, the taboo nature of their illicit activities, only intensified her arousal.
Her lips slid down his cock, inch by inch, her nose soon pressing against his pelvis.
She bobbed her head up and down, sucking him slowly, her mouth and throat working in unison.
Lucian's grip tightened on her hair, pulling her down, her throat bulging as he fucked her mouth-p*ssy.
Gag!! Gakh!! Ughh~ slurp!
He could feel the tightness of her throat around his dick, her saliva dripping down his balls.
Celine's eyes were watering, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked his cock, her head bobbing furiously.
Even as a mortal he could last so long, and now his stamina had more than doubled, making it impossible for Celine to make him c*m quickly.
Squelch~ lick~
Thrust! sluuuurp~~!!
And as she sucked and slurped on his f*cktool, the sound of rain hitting the roof, the thunderclaps, and the occasional flash of lightning made her feel like they were in a private room, a world all their own.
And for a while, she lost herself in the act, her mind floating, her thoughts drifting away.
She focused solely on the feeling of his thick penis sliding in and out of her tiny mouth, his musky scent filling her nostrils, her senses overwhelmed.
She could feel her own p*ssy leaking, her juices dripping down her thighs.
And as she continued to suck, she felt his hand slide up her thigh again, his fingers probing her soaked folds.
Feeling her son's fingers in her drenched f*ckhole, she couldn't help but moan, the sound muffled by his dick still filling her mouth.
As her head rocked up and down, Lucian's fingers began to pump in and out of her c*nt, his thumb rubbing her swollen clit.
Celine's mind was in a fog, her thoughts clouded by lust. She was no longer thinking, just feeling, her body reacting on its own as two of her holes were now being f*cked by her son.
Under the blanket, her forked tongue continued to caress his dick, while her hands softly massaged his soaked balls.
The hand Lucian was using to hold Celine's head in place, now slowly moving towards Isabella.
As his fingers began to rub her cheek, Isabella's blue eyes abruptly snapped open. However, due to the loud thunder outside, Celine didn't hear Isabella's surprised gasp.
She saw Lucian's hand moving slowly, and before he could say anything, she took his finger into her mouth.
Slurp~! Shlurp~! Slurp!!
She began to suck him as well, her tongue wrapping around his finger as if it were a miniature version of his penis.
Lucian grinned as he noticed how Isabella was looking at her mother's head that was under the blanket, which was moving up and down.
She wasn't surprised, instead to see her own mother sucking the same cock she had in her c*nt, which making her even more horny.
Soon, her eyes met Lucian's, and she leaned forward silently, her face inches from his, before their lips met.