The rain-slicked sidewalk reflected neon lights as Ryan crossed the street, earbuds in, mind completely lost in the video he'd just watched on his phone—a mature, curvaceous woman in her late thirties, heavy breasts swaying as she rode with slow, deliberate rolls of her wide hips. The way her thick ass rippled, the glistening pink folds gripping tight, the wet sounds through his headphones... Ryan's cock twitched in his pants just thinking about it. MILFs were his obsession. Always had been. Their confidence, their softness, the way their bodies felt lived-in and hungry. He craved burying his face between plush thighs, tasting ripe, dripping wetness, hearing a woman old enough to know exactly what she wanted moan his name.
He never saw the truck.
Light exploded. Pain. Then nothing.
When awareness returned, Ryan floated in a warm, rose-colored void that smelled of jasmine, musk, and something sweeter—female arousal, thick and intoxicating. His body felt weightless, yet every nerve ending hummed with sensitivity.
Before him stood a woman—no, a goddess.
She was the ultimate mature fantasy made flesh. Early forties in appearance, with flawless golden skin, cascading auburn hair that brushed the swell of her wide hips, and eyes that glowed with ancient, knowing desire. Her body was obscene perfection: massive, heavy breasts that defied gravity yet bounced softly with each breath, dark nipples already stiff and poking through a translucent silk veil. Her waist curved dramatically into hips made for gripping, leading to thick, powerful thighs and an ass so round and full it begged to be spread. Between those thighs, her bare pussy gleamed—plump outer lips framing delicate pink inner folds already slick and glistening, a single bead of nectar trailing down one thigh.
Ryan's cock hardened instantly, throbbing painfully.
The goddess smiled, slow and predatory, full lips parting to reveal perfect teeth. Her voice was velvet and smoke, sliding over his skin like a caress.
"Mortal soul... Ryan. You died quickly. But your desires—" She inhaled deeply, breasts rising. "—they burn so brightly. Such pure, focused lust for mature women. For their ripe bodies, their experienced cunts, the way they milk a cock with years of practiced greed."
She stepped closer. Heat radiated from her skin. Ryan could smell her now—sweet honeyed arousal mixed with something divine and addictive.
"I am Luxuria, Goddess of Love and Lust. My world is one of cultivation, war, and rigid paths that suppress true pleasure. Righteous hypocrites and demonic tyrants clash endlessly while love and lust wither." Her fingers trailed down her own cleavage, circling one stiff nipple until it ached visibly. "I need a champion to spread both. To fuck and be fucked, to build bonds of flesh and heart, to remind mortals why they burn."
Ryan could only nod, transfixed as another drop of her nectar slid down her inner thigh.
"Accept," she purred, closing the distance until her heavy breasts pressed against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin. "And I will grant you rebirth with my greatest gift."
"Yes," he rasped. "Fuck yes."
Her laugh was low, delighted. She sank gracefully to her knees, silk pooling around her. Large, soft hands freed his aching cock—already leaking pre-cum—and she hummed approval at his size.
"Such a beautiful, eager tool," she murmured, tongue flicking out to taste the bead at his tip. The contact was electric. Then she took him deep in one smooth motion, throat relaxing to swallow every inch. Wet heat, perfect suction, her tongue swirling along the underside while she moaned around him—the vibrations made his knees buckle.
Ryan groaned, hands instinctively tangling in her thick hair as she bobbed slowly, saliva coating him in glistening strands. She pulled back with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his throbbing head.
"Delicious," she whispered, before guiding him down onto a cloud-like surface that materialized beneath them.
She straddled him, massive breasts swaying inches from his face. Ryan didn't hesitate—he captured one dark nipple between his lips, sucking hard. Sweet, warm nectar flooded his mouth, not milk but something divine and addictive. Luxuria gasped, grinding her soaked pussy along his shaft, coating him in her slick.
"Good boy," she praised breathlessly, fingers threading through his hair. "Worship them. They've been neglected far too long."
He switched to the other breast, kneading the heavy flesh while she rocked faster, her clit dragging along his length. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming—rich, heady, making his head spin.
When she rose slightly, positioning his cock at her entrance, they both groaned. Her pussy was scorching hot, impossibly tight yet yielding as she sank down inch by inch. The wet, obscene sound of her taking him filled the void. When he bottomed out, her inner walls fluttered and squeezed like a velvet vice.
"So full," she moaned, beginning to ride. Slow at first—long, deep strokes that let him feel every ridge and fold gripping him—then faster, her thick ass slapping against his thighs. Breasts bounced hypnotically; he caught them, thumbs teasing nipples as she threw her head back.
Ryan thrust up to meet her, hands gripping those wide hips hard enough to leave marks. The angle let him hit deep, and she cried out each time, pussy gushing fresh wetness down his balls.
"Harder," she demanded, voice breaking. "Fuck your goddess like you fuck those fantasies. Breed me."
The words snapped something primal in him. He flipped them, pinning her beneath him—those lush thighs spreading wide as he pounded relentlessly. Wet slaps echoed; her breasts jiggled wildly with each thrust. She clawed his back, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.
"Right there—oh fuck, yes—your cock was made for mature cunt," she babbled, eyes rolling back as her first orgasm hit. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically, milking him as she squirted around his shaft, soaking them both.
He didn't stop. Couldn't. The physique she'd promised already stirred—power flooding his veins with each thrust, each shared moan. He pulled her hair, arching her back to suck marks into her neck while hammering through her aftershocks.
Another orgasm crashed through her, then another, until she was trembling, oversensitive, begging in broken whispers. Only then did he let go—burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with thick ropes of cum. She keened, inner walls spasming to draw every drop deep.
As the pleasure faded, golden light wrapped around Ryan—power crystallizing in his core. Rank 0: Awakening—1 star ignited instantly, then 2, 3... surging toward 10 in moments.
Luxuria cupped his face, eyes glowing with satisfaction and promise.
"My Lust Immortal Physique is now yours, darling. It grows strongest through mature partners—their rich yin will rocket your cultivation. They'll crave you in return, bodies rejuvenated, power enhanced. Your charm will draw them like moths."
She kissed him deeply, tasting of sex and divinity.
"Now go. Vast Heaven Continent awaits. Start in remote Azure Leaf Village. Spread lust. Build your harem of voluptuous mature beauties. Rise through the ranks, choose your path—perhaps the Abyss suits your appetites best."
Light flared.
Ryan—now Lin Tian—gasped awake on a hard wooden pallet in a cramped hut. Sunlight filtered through cracks in the wall. Memories flooded in: this body's original owner, an 18-year-old orphan mocked as talentless trash, dead from a sudden qi deviation the night before.
But now... power thrummed under his skin. 10-star Rank 0, on the verge of breakthrough. His cock strained against rough pants, larger and thicker than before. The air smelled of earth and woodsmoke, but beneath it all lingered the phantom scent of Luxuria's arousal.
Lin Tian grinned, heart racing.
Time to find his first MILF.