Vanessa starts training

The training room was massive. At several hundred feet in width, and almost a mile in length, it was built to withstand training by cultivators looking to practice their craft. It was bathed in soft red light from crystals in the ceiling, and it was in this room that Vanessa started training. The first technique she was training was Lust of Corruption.

The technique was meant to help her delve into her lust. From there, she would enhance and control it, using it to further steel and enhance her resolve. Like most mental techniques, it was meditation based. So closing the training room door behind her, Vanessa sat down, the cold hard floor causing her ass to tingle and shiver, and she began to meditate.

The technique started simply. She was supposed to delve into her mind and psyche, and find her lust. Her desires as a futa. It wasn't a hard thing to ask of a young futa cultivator. Soon she began to focus on a couple fantasies-the nude bodies of a few of the futas in her home village that she'd love to fuck and dominate. As their forms began to solidify in her mind, Vanessa began to move onto the next step.

The next step was to use her resolve to help her temper her lust, and vise versa. So as she kept the futas in her mind, Vanessa also looked inwards, and at the flow of her own resolve. She felt it circulating, more and more. Soon, she had nailed down concentrating on both her lust and her resolve.

Next was for her to put it together. This was done by channeling her lust, the flow of her blood, and the flow of her Resolve, into her cock. So Vanessa concentrated, and using everything she had, she channeled everything she had.

In an instant, the visions began to evolve in detail. No longer did she just picture the physical forms of the futas. No, instead she obtained detailed visions of herself taking those futas. One image stood out in particular. The futa that had appeared in it was one of the school bullies Vanessa had dealt with while growing up. The young woman was a black haired futa named Maria Long. She had D-Cup tits, and a tight but firm ass. She had been a bully to Vanessa, taunting her on her lack of parents, but now it was turned around. Vanessa couldn't help but see herself plowing Maria in the middle of a classroom. The other futas were looking onward, masturbating at the image. They were cheering Vanessa on.

In response, Vanessa plowed harder, drilling Maria into the teacher's desk. She had her shirt off, tits out, mashing against the desk in ****. Her face was bugging out-her eyes were rolling back and she was almost unresponsive in pleasure. One particularly hard thrust cracked the desk, and **** Maria to cum all over the futa cock inside her. A glare in her eyes, Vanessa commanded all the other futas to come up and watch the bitch be put in her place. Speaking of places, Maria seemed to know hers. She couldn't stop herself from moaning Vanessa's name.

Picking up speed, Vanessa began thrusting harder and harder as she got closer and closer. The other futas jacking off to the sight began to release their loads as well, staining Maria's face and hair, even her breasts and back. Their cum began to paint Vanessa's bitch white. Soon Vanessa was the only one who hadn't cum yet, so she picked up the speed further in sexual frustration. It was nice to be the dominant one with the most stamina, but it would also be nice to finish and paint the bitch's insides.

Soon, she finally released. Sperm flew from Vanessa's cock like a broken faucet. It came out in waves, showing her newfound cultivator dominance.

And in an instant, the fantasy faded away, and Vanessa found herself on her back, cock in hand. Opening her eyes, she saw that she had just finished masturbating, and her sperm had reached over a meter away in the **** of her ejaculation. Vanessa frowned. Perhaps controlling the lust, as was required by the technique, would be harder than she initially thought.