I was still weak on the floor. The infusing of a fourth realm cultivator’s essence was close to burning me out. I felt as if I was walking the path of becoming a furnace if I was not careful with this night. Thought if the proprietors found me drained and turned into such a thing they would surely seek vengeance, or at least recompense. Being with two men at the same time would give me the lifeline I needed.

  I could siphon their energies into one another. Mistress had warned me of trying to drain too many men at once and how much focus it would take to handle all the qi flowing that would be happening. Doing all that while being choked into an inch of my life would be a tall task for anyone. This was a test of my skill, my abilities to manage techniques, qi, and the satisfaction of two men at once.

  Hands ced themselves through my hair and pulled me to my hands and knees. I was guided, almost mindlessly, to be above one of the apprentices. As I marched past his cock I could see its curve from over self indulgence. It was below average in size, thinner than I’d like, but if I was right about what was about to happen it might be for the better.

  My legs were kicked and guided into straddling the younger man as the musician who would be using me once more lined himself up with my body. I could feel the heat from both of my would be lovers. I had hoped that this would have been a light teasing and maybe an orgy of sex. Then hands wrapped around my throat once more. I was lowered, slowly the young man below me thrust up pressing the head of his cock against my pussy lips and sliding it back and forth along my slit. It teased my entrance as, much less gently, a cock was stuffed into my ass.

  I groaned as he maniputed my throat once more, tighter, pushing my neck into a new uncomfortable length that felt close to breaking. His cock was thick, stretching my asshole wide. I was only thankful that I had been so wet my rosebud had been slicked otherwise the sudden forceful penetration of my ass would have been more unpleasant. “Prop the bitch up, she isn’t going to be thinking straight enough to hold her own weight boy.”

  The young man’s hands went to my tits squeezing and pying with them as he supported my weight. His cock slid inside me and the feeling of both my holes being stuffed brought back memories of my mistress and her toys. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as drool slipped down my chin. Somehow the way I was being choked and held kept my lips open. “I have her weight Master.” It sounded so far away as I retreated into the pleasure and started to use the techniques I had been honed to do.

  Heavenly Release Techniques, Eighth Star, Willing Channel, Second Flower, False Wilt. I loosened my body, rexing my inner walls and letting the juices of my body flow to slick both my holes. They could use me as I drained them. I split my mind into three, an ancient technique that had taken me years to master. One mind to hold onto the techniques, lowering the stimution of my lovers so that they would st longer and allow me to drain more from them. Then two minds to reach into and mix the flow of qi from all three of us before bringing it to my dantian. Already from what I had absorbed from the Musician I could feel myself approaching the bottleneck of the third realm. Though it was like building too much pressure in a bottle, I could cripple my cultivation if I did a breakthrough improperly.

  Slowly I lined up the three loin meridians I could feel, I would channel the Master’s qi into the disciple to filter out the overwhelming yang that burned inside me into something less potent before bringing it into myself. All the while I would be pushing my own qi to guide their life essence into the jing they would let loose inside me.

  The feeling of my inner walls being pressed together and rubbed was almost divine enough for me to lose focus. My wheezing and whistling of my nearly colpsed throat filled the room. I could hardly tell where my body ended and where the two men pressed inside me. Qi flowed as the young master grunted softly. I could feel him desperately holding onto his moans as my arms draped uselessly towards the ground. All my power was being used to keep myself from breaking my neck and to drain my lovers.

  They both began to resist me as I tried to pull them into me in droplets. The precum that drizzled out of every man. But they were not mentally prepared enough to drain themselves into me. As my neck was twisted and toyed with I focused on filling their loins and balls with all the qi either of them could handle. I turned that burning yang into sexual energy more akin to what I already had while they fucked my holes in perfect synch with each other. Bai An would have died. The hands were so powerful, I was at complete mercy as I did everything to stay alive and prepare myself for the release of power that would shatter my second realm cultivation into the third realm.

  I built a sphere of qi as thick and wide as possible now that I had their balls prepared and filling with qi blessed jing. I struggled grunting like a sow being fucked by its boar as I stretched my channels to a new width in preparation for the flood. It was painful and difficult. Over and over I had to reinforce my neck to keep myself from snapping, slowing down my process. The two men’s grunts grew more forceful as they fucked me harder. The spping of balls against my entrances was like the pounding rhythm of a drum to the music.

  I could feel their cocks swelling and my body responded with its own preparations to climax with them. If I didn’t crescendo with their song I had no idea what the musician would do. I forced my channels to be ready as pressed against the bottleneck of the third realm. The flood would either shatter my cultivation or give me a breakthrough.

  My lungs burned, my throat ached, it would take me days if not weeks to recover from this torment. Finally I was ready. It was time to send these two into their climax and to drain as much cum and qi from them as I could. Buddha’s Firm Grasp, Asura’s Grip! Both the men cried out as I suddenly tightened, juices squirted from my holes at the sudden pressure. Each of them smmed home, balls pressed against my flesh as I screamed out the st air in my lungs, the ending of the song as the men began to explode inside me.

  Seemingly endless amounts of qi flooded my channels as cum filled my cunt and ass. I had no doubt this would be the rgest amount of jing these men would ever be able to expend as their hips desperately pumped with their mind numbing orgasms.

  Pressure, painful, agonizing pressure filled my cultivation as everything inside me was swelled with fourth and second realm qi. Mixing and flowing into the third realm level of qi and pressing my screaming soul against the breakthrough. I could feel the gss begin to crack as I pressed upon the cork that was stopping me. More and more qi threatened to break me as death approached.

  All at once it gave way. My body changed, elevating itself into a new realm of strength. I emerged, weeping and weak into the third realm of cultivation. A new soul, covered in cum and sexual qi. I had no mind to know what noises and song I had made in that orgasm to shatter all orgasms.

  …

  I woke up on the floor of the room. My ass and pussy felt wet and dripped with thick cum as drool puddled around my face. The ughter of men filled the room as the beautiful sound of a real instrument being pyed drifted through the air like a summer breeze. I couldn’t move, my strength was so sapped, yet my body sang with new found power. I could feel the new level of qi, my channels wider, more sturdy, more able to handle the energy of the universe. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked upon Bai An. Her eyes were afraid as her naked body y next to my own. We locked eyes but she subtly shook her head to keep me quiet.

  This man, the Musician, had been responsible for my breakthrough, but he had almost killed me. I would ruin him for that. I would cripple his cultivation and leave him a snivelling mess on the side of the road one day. I would shatter his disciples and make them weep and beg to lick the dirt off my feet. I reached out slowly, taking Bai An’s hand in my own and gently squeezing it reassuringly.

  Bai An and I id still for the night as the men partied before finally leaving in drunken stupors and revelry. Slowly I pushed myself to my hands and knees, looking at the puddle of qi drained jing and touched my neck. It was tender and I had no doubt bruised so much I should have been a corpse on the floor. I looked at Bai An closely and could see the bruises the man’s fingers had left on her throat. I scooped her up as she looked surprised I had the strength.

  Carrying her and dripping cum onto the ground I walked us to her room and pced her in the bed. Wordlessly I colpsed next to her. She found enough strength to help me move into a more comfortable position and our foreheads were pressed against one another. I looked into her eyes and she gazed back.

  “You saved me, what he did to you. I would have never survived. I don’t know how you did.” Bai An’s voice was hoarse and rough. I didn’t even have it in me to respond with how much my throat hurt.

  I cupped her face and kissed her gently before it all became too much. Holding hands and pressing foreheads together we passed out. Having survived the death that almost met us today.