Chapter 140: The Furnace
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The Crane Lady waited alone in the side chamber, her mask set aside on the low table. She held a porcelain cup of jasmine tea, her pale fingers wrapped around it.
Finally.
She did not smile. Smiling was for those who still cared about being liked. But she was happy even as her mouth remained a thin, practiced line. Only her eyes betrayed a quiet, cold satisfaction as she recalled the events of the tournament.
Tetra‑Man was a mess. He was loud and very untrained. To make matters worse, he was reckless too. But he was all that in a way that only the truly strong could afford.
She had expected as much, given Illyana Rasputin was his sponsor, but not the full extent of his strength.
She clearly recalled the way he went out of his way to defeat Tiger's Daughter had humiliated their entire sect. Crane Lady had honestly enjoyed the expression on the Tiger Elder's face when the girl broke. It was worth more than any tribute.
Yes, that was her champion. He was raw and coarse, relying on brute force and that strange wrist device rather than any understanding of refined technique.
That was acceptable.
Tools did not need to understand; they only needed to obey for as long as required. She'd use him well.
She took a slow sip, the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the air. Just two days later, when the Seven Champions would enter the Heavenly Pavilion, Tetra-Man would be the heavy blade among needles.
He would break them, as she'd order him to, and the others would curse K'un-Zi's savagery even as they tried to imitate it.
He'd teach Danny Rand, that outsider bastard, a deserving lesson. By killing him.
There was also the other issue. About the Iron Fist spirit… but she was ready.
The Crane Lady set the cup down in silence, her fingers tapping once against the polished stone.
This Ben Tennyson was a brutal weapon, more hammer than sword, but he belonged to her now, no matter how much he protested.
Despite being a hammer, he was sharp enough to cut through anything in his way.
That was exactly what she needed.
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"Begin."
The door behind Ben closed right after the Crane Lady spoke. And before he could ready himself, the first girl stepped forward like she'd been waiting.
She pressed close, her body small against Four Arms' bulk, lips parted, eyes steady. "O' Champion, I'm here to serve…"
The other three hung back, whispering, faces already flushed.
Ben looked down at her. The whole setup felt somewhat wrong. This is weird.
His upper arms stayed loose as he held back from touching her. Barely.
Ben had tangled with demons and space freaks before, he was used to those stuff, but right now he felt out of place… like a kid fumbling through a bad porn. Her fingers traced his stomach, testing the muscle.
"Hold up," he rumbled. His voice came out deeper like this, and it startled the girl.
She froze and looked up.
He took a breath. Four Arms wasn't built for delicate work so he had to be careful. "Let's start with names," he said. "I don't do this without names."
She blinked.
The whispers stopped. They all stared.
He gestured with his lower right hand. "Yesh, all of you."
The first girl glanced back at the others. Silence stretched. Then a short, nervous giggle broke it. She cleared her throat. "I didn't expect the Champion to be so kind as to inquire our names. I am Zhen."
"Ming."
"Xiu."
"Fen."
Ben nodded. Good enough.
Without further hesitation, he acted. Not toward Zhen, she was too eager, so he lunged for the one who caught his eyes.
The girl named Ming, curvy with lustrous hair, looking a little nervous.
She cried out as his lower hands scooped her up. Ben grabbed the front of her green silk dress and yanked. The fabric shredded with a wet rip, ribbons falling away. Her breasts spilled free, pale and round with dark pink nipples already stiff.
"A-ah, Champion…!"
Ignoring her surprise, he lowered his head and took one into his mouth.
His tongue was rough in this form, almost like a cat's. And luckily not like a tiger's since, fun fact, they had industrial-grade sandpaper-like tongue that could strip skin and flesh from bone.
Ming let out a shivering gasp, her hands grabbing at his skull, fingers digging into the bone ridges there. Her back arched into him, pushing more against his lips.
His other hands got busy.
"Hey, champion, I was here first–" Zhen let out a soft whine. Ben's lower arm shot out and yanked Zhen close, crushing her against his side.
She squeaked in surprise, then moaned when his fingers found the slit in her deep red dress and pushed inside.
He cupped her through the thin silk of her underwear that was… Huh, it's already damp? Ben didn't let that catch him off guard and pressed his palm against her pussy, grinding. She bucked against him with a whimper.
Yes, the Crane Lady said he should have them one by one, but fuck that woman. Why should he do as she said?
He'd have them all together.
Just the thought of it was making something primal in him act up.
Xiu tried to step back a little. Then his upper right hand snagged her wrist and dragged her in.
He shoved two thick fingers between her thighs without ceremony, pushing past her blue panties to find her entrance. She was tight, almost too tight for even one digit, but slick enough that he worked inside with a wet sound.
"W-wait, I'm too–!" Her eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open as she moaned.
Fen was laughing at the sight. She did not back off and instead climbed his back on her own, crimson robes brushing his skin. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, hooked her legs over his hips.
"You have such a manly scsnt…" She said as she ground herself against his spine, her breath hot on his ear as she kissed and bit the tough red skin. "Play with us all you want, Champion, we're all yours."
Ben wasn't going to reject such a great idea.
In moments, the chamber descended into a tangle of limbs and rising heat.
Limbs were everywhere and the sound of silk tearing filled the room. Heat built up until the air felt thick. Four voices mixed in sounds that didn't sound human anymore.
Ming whimpered into his shoulder, her hips rolling uselessly as he sucked and bit her tits. Zhen now kissed his chest, lips trailing across muscle, tongue darting out to taste his sweat. Xiu's thighs clamped around his wrist like a vise, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he pumped them. Fen rutted against his back, soaking through her dress, moans vibrating against his neck. She was also helping him take off his shirt.
Then Zhen's hands slowly slid lower, past his stomach, between his legs. She met his eyes, smirking now, her face flushed, as her hands slowly slipped into his pants.
Then her expression froze.
She pulled her hand back, and stared down at the massive bulge, a bit too massive to be normal.
Then she slowly raised her eyes. "You have two…?" she breathed out.
Ming lifted her head from where he had her pinned. She looked down at the bulge. Her eyes went wide. Fen did what they all wanted to do and helped him yank his pants off. The secret was out.
"W-what the…!"
They all gasped together in shock.
It was a little disgusting, but maybe since Ben was currently transformed, he didn't find it weird. His brain felt used to it.
He could've explained to the girls about Tetramand biology. Four arms, four eyes, two cocks. But the girls seemed to have already reached a conclusion.
"By any chance, are you a Sex Demon in the Demon Realm…?"
Right, they thought it was a demon. He didn't bother to correct them. Right now, no science lessons.
"You'll find out soon." He shifted his grip on Ming and maneuvered her toward the bed. Ben bent her over without ceremony, stomach pressed to the cool surface, ass raised high.
"W-wait…!" She hesitated, perhaps a bit scared. Definitely scared. What remained of her dress bunched at her waist. He tore it away completely, leaving her bare from the waist down. Her pussy glistened in the candlelight, pink and swollen and wet.
She bit her lip and looked back at him. And despite having said wait, her eyes oozed with hunger.
His upper left hand pressed down on the small of her back, pinning her. His lower right wrapped around one shaft and guided the thick head to her entrance.
"Slowly…"
He pushed forward.
The first thrust buried half of him inside. Ming let out a scream. It was not a scream of pain, well, not just pain. It was a scream of shock that went bone‑deep.
Her body stretched around a girth it was never meant to take. Her walls clamped down on him like a fist, wet and hot.
Her brave front shattered.
She groaned against the bedsheet, tears streaming, fingers clawing at nothing.
"Too big, too big, too big! It's too much, Champion!!" she whimpered, voice cracking. "Please, I can't–"
Her hips rocked back against him, taking another inch. She was saying one thing, whereas her body was craving his cock.
The others had stopped moving. They stared at the sight, mouths open, and watched Ming get split open on his cock.
Zhen recovered first, gulping. Her face set, she dropped to her knees and reached for his second cock.
"Allow me to worship it, Champion…" her voice was soft, seductive now.
Her fingers slowly wrapped around it. It was nowhere close to meeting, the shaft was thicker than her wrist, and her wide eyes said that she knew.
She knew, and she wondered how it'd feel inside her.
She stroked him once, then leaned in and dragged her tongue up the underside from base to tip. "So big…"
Fen also continued grinding against his back, her thin panties soaked through, leaving wet streaks on his skin. "You're making me so wet…" Her breath came ragged against his ear.
Xiu pressed her face to his thigh and shoved her hand under her own blue skirt, fingers working furiously between her legs.
Ben was loving every moment of it. So he set a rhythm.
He started with long, deep strokes that made Ming's whole body jolt each time. He pulled out until just the head remained, then slammed back into the hilt.
Wet slaps of flesh on flesh echoed off the walls. Ming's sobs turned to moans very fast, her mind broken and desperate, her pussy squelching around him.
Zhen worked his other cock with her mouth. Her lips stretched wide, drool running down her chin. She could barely fit the head, but she tried anyway, tongue swirling around the tip while her hand pumped what she couldn't reach.
Fen kept pressing against his back, her hands hugging his chest from behind, her fingers playing with his nipples. Her movements were frantic. Xiu's breath hitched, her whole body tensing.
Then a strange sensation struck him.
No, it wasn't an orgasm. There was a odd spark in Ming's core, hot and alive. Like a switch flipped deep inside.
Her back arched hard, spine bowing. "I– I'm cumming! I'm cumming, cumming, cumming–"
She screamed wordlessly, and warmth flowed out of her. Energy.
Chi rushed out of her in a wave, pouring through their connection, flooding into him like hot water filling an empty vessel.
Chi hit his system and spread. Through limbs, chest, head. His red skin glowed faintly, heat radiating off him in visible waves. The furnace inside roared to life.
This is what Crane Lady prepared!!
He growled like a beast, absorbing the Chi. Ming went limp beneath him. She collapsed against the bench with a shuddering sigh, eyes rolled back. Breathing, but out.
Ben pulled out slowly after his body quit raging. His cock slid free with a wet pop. He lifted her with two hands, much gentler now and laid her on cushions.
He slowly turned to the other three, a scary grin spreading on his lips.
The other three stared at her, then back at him. Eyes wide, feverish, pupils blown. Fear and want mixed.
None of them made any move to flee.
Ben looked at Zhen. She was still on her knees, his saliva‑slick cock inches from her face, lips swollen red.
"Your turn," he said.
"Uhm…"
He hauled her up, spun her, shoved her against the wall. She gasped softly, her cheek pressing to cool wood of the bed, hands splayed. He grabbed her hips and lifted, forcing her onto her toes, ass pushed out.
Her red dress was already ruined. He tore away what was left and kicked her legs apart. She was drenched, arousal coating her inner thighs, pussy practically dripping.
No teasing. He lined up and thrust home in one brutal stroke.
Zhen screamed.
It was a sexy sound. Her walls clenched around him, impossibly tight. He gave her no time to recover. He fucked her hard and fast against the wall, each thrust slamming her forward, tits bouncing.
"Oh gods," she gasped, voice breaking. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh–"
Her climax hit like thunder. Whole body seizing, every muscle locking, her pussy spasming around him in hard pulses. Heat poured into him again, brighter and much stronger. Her vision became blurry.
Zhen's eyes rolled back, her body going slack. Out before he finished.
He pulled free and laid her beside Ming. Two down.
Xiu and Fen remained.
They looked at each other, then him, then each other. Silent understanding. Fen nodded.
They came together.
Fen dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth without hesitation. It was quite impressive how her jaw stretched wide, throat working.
Xiu climbed onto his lap, straddling his other cock, and sank down with a long, shuddering moan.
"Arghhh…!"
They both moaned together.
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– Bang!!
The heavy wood tore from its hinges in a spray of splinters and fell into the outer chamber with a crash that echoed off stone walls. Stone dust settled like faint snow.
The Crane Lady's head snapped to look at it. She put her mask back on quickly, and lowered her teacup.
Her eyes narrowed behind porcelain.
Ben ducked through the broken frame, Four Arms' bulk scraping the sides, and stood inside.
"What is this–" she started, voice cold, but he cut her off.
"I need more." His voice rumbled out far deeper than human.
But that wasn't what made her freeze. He was still… hard. And… What the hell, he had two cocks?!
His lengths strained against his stomach, thick and angry and unsatisfied. Smokey steam rose off his red shoulders in the cool air of her outer chamber.
Her gaze remained locked. Then it came back up. She pushed her teacup away, and it clicked against the kettle too loud in the quiet.
Her eyes stayed on his.
He saw her thinking behind the mask. Weighing something. Then the corner of her mouth beneath the porcelain curved.
It was not a smile but a smirk. There was a big difference between those two.
"Mhm, why, yes… I have more," she said. Her voice changed. Almost a purr. "I own the Dragon Furnace itself, after all. Its Chi flows through my core. Gathering and untouched for centuries." She tilted her head. "Do you dare take it, beast?"
Ben answered by crossing the room.
Two strides shook the floor. His lower hands shot out and grabbed her waist, his fingers nearly spanned it, and he yanked her up off her cushion.
She was light. Her legs dangled, robes fluttering, feet kicking air.
Crane Lady, the ever scheming old lady, yelped like a young lady. It was a sharp and surprising sound.
Her hands flew to his wrists and held on, tight, but not to push away. To steady herself.
He spun, carrying her back through the ruined doorway. Her jasmine perfume filled his nose.
"Release me!" Her voice rose, but there was no real force behind it. "You dare lay hands–"
If she wanted, she could blast him away. She didn't. She was pretending to have dignity.
He just tossed her onto the bed while the four girls were knocked unconscious all around the room.
There was no gentleness in the motion.
She landed on her back with a gasp, her mask jarred sideways. One pale cheek and the corner of her mouth showed. Before she could move, he was over her.
Four arms caged her in. His body blocked the candles, casting her in shadow.
His four eyes stared down. Her breath came quick behind the mask. His was a low, steady rumble in his chest.
Then her hands came up. Not to push.
She grabbed him. Her fingers dug into the seams of his chest, nails scraping the tough red hide, and she pulled him down.
"You heinous beast, I can destroy you like a ragdoll if I just so wish. But… hah, isn't this a fun change of events? I admit, I'm a little… curious about your biology. Show me," she breathed. All the ice was gone from her voice. Raw desire bled through. "Show me what you can do."
Somehow, she was painting this as some test. Ben found that funny.
He reached down. Lower right hand. Grabbed the front of her layered robes.
He pulled.
The fabric tore from neck to navel. It didn't rip, instead it simply parted, like it had been waiting. The pieces fell away.
Underneath, her skin was pale gray, smooth as polished marble.
She was unmarked and unscarred. Her breasts were firm and round, nipples dark against the ashen flesh. Her stomach was flat. The curve of her hips led down to the dark thatch between her thighs.
Her back arched off the bed, as if she was offering herself.
The ruler of K'un‑Zi vanished in that moment. The cold, ancient schemer disappeared like mist.
What remained was a woman. A woman who had kept her body for power and duty. Never for this. She'd not even considered pleasure.
She unraveled quickly beneath his touch.
The first moan was sharp. It was mix with her own shock. Like she couldn't recognize her voice. He'd barely touched her, just his rough palm sliding up her stomach to cup one breast, thumb dragging across the nipple.
The second moan was a whimper. Needy like a girl's. He loved the reaction already. So he lowered his head and took the other nipple into his mouth.
His rough tongue worked it's magic, and she writhed beneath him, hips shifting.
"Ahng… C-cnturies…" she gasped. Her hands clawed at his shoulders. "Centuries since anyone dared to– ahhng!"
He bit down. Gentle, but enough. Her words dissolved into a shudder. "You ought to enjoy yourself more, old lady."
His lower hands spread her thighs. She was wet. Glittering in the dim light. Her pussy was swollen and pink despite the gray everywhere else. He dragged one thick finger through her folds, gathering slick, and she bucked against him with a cry.
"Ah, stop teasing me, you beast. Don't you even know how to please a woman?" The word seemed to cost her. "I need…"
"You should start with please, but sure," he said and, just to show her, he gave her.
The first thrust buried him inside to the hilt.
Her scream echoed. It was the rawest of voices he'd ever heard. Her body clenched around him like it was trying to keep him there forever. She was tight. Impossibly tight. Walls rippled around his girth.
He pulled backwards, and slammed back again.
By the second thrust, she was clinging. Her eyes were wide, hazy, and her mask pressed to his shoulder. Her legs locked around his hips involuntarily. Her whole body was trembling.
By the third, she'd stopped trying to speak.
She just made sounds now. It sounded so desperate, like an animal. Torn from her throat with every movement.
He fucked her like he had the others, but slower. He wanted to be deeper in her, as much as her body allowed. Each stroke he enjoyed fully, grinding against something inside her that made her vision white out.
He could feel the power in her core. It was ancient, vast in quantity.
The Dragon Furnace's heat, concentrated into one point.
Every time she came, and oh she came often, helplessly, her orgasms rolling into the next, some of that heat bled into him.
It was not a rush this time but a slow, steady pour. Filling him drop by drop. Because if that much energy rushed, he might end up dead.
Her mask had fallen away somewhere in the middle. It clattered to the floor. He saw her face fully. Beautiful in an austere way. High cheekbones and thin lips. Eyes that had seen empires rise and fall.
He leaned in, capturing her lips, as her eyes widened in surprise. Then she gave in, melting to his embrace, moaning in his mouth. Her fingers dug into his back.
Her ancient eyes were now rolled back, showing white. Her mouth hung open, panting, moaning.
"M-more… more, give me more," It was begging now. Nothing imperial left. "Is that all you can do, beast? Go harder. Break me. I can take it. Give me more…"
He did.
Obscene sound filled the chamber. Her cries grew louder, somehow even more desperate.
Each of her moans were punched out by the force of his thrusts. The bed seemed to crack beneath them.
Outside, night stretched over the floating city. Inside, there was only this. The slick rhythm of bodies joining and parting.
The last candle guttered as shadows danced wildly across the walls.
It didn't go out, and they didn't stop.
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