Eishath was on cloud 9. She was accepted into the service of a powerful hidden master. One whose eccentricities seemed to be designed to be a perfect fit for her. Namely that she managed to convince him that she needed refinement to which he readily agreed but not before listing a whole list of side effects that originated from his essence. His essence could be addictive, it transformed one's constitution if, under prolonged exposure, it brought about changes to one's essence and the list went on and on.

Every single warning entered one ear and exited the other. What was important was the cock that was still out in the open in front of her kneeling form and the fact that it was not in the warm wet confines of her mouth. So(against her better judgment which lost to her horny) she readily agreed and the master told him to proceed.

Just as she was about to engulf him he asked.

"Wait." Her mouth stopped inches away from her prize.

She looked up at him with mock reverence while deeply trying to hide her annoyance.

"May I take a closer look at you as a whole?"

She almost instinctively said yes before the words registered. But this time her intelligence actually kicked in and she realized what it was he was really asking. But at the same time saying no probably meant a worse experience because there was no way a nascent soul did not have extreme levels of control over their essence. Again she said 'you live only once!' and said.

"Yes."

Samuel felt her mouth engulfing him and the desire to ravage her was back, but this time he did not brute force the issue by ejaculating into his new disciple. She was still not used to his essence and would be out like a light if he did so. He believed that the only reason Elizabeth escaped this fate was that he was so washed with his essence by the first time they had contact that there was more him than her in terms of her essence.

Instead, he allowed the aggressive feelings to wash over him, to understand the urge to its very roots. The more he sunk into it the more the desire tried to overtake him. He only did a mental snort at the feeling. He had the mental capacity to break through six stages of cultivation relying on mental strength alone, no heavenly treasures or mythical herbs were needed. To fall to such base instincts would be an insult to the highest degree.

Armed with this newfound arrogance he sat there letting it build. He even allowed his essence to coat his manhood like honey for her enjoyment. Something he had discovered to do recently and found to be of great success with his other disciple who would now suckle on it at random times of the day as though it were some candy. Normally such a thing should not be done as the essence of people could differ and such a thing could be damaging to the disciple. After all, if your disciple practices water essence and you flood them with fire essence what good do you think will come from that? But Samuel was not so unprepared, he could systematically remove all elemental properties from his essence leaving them with raw vital essence. For all the side effects of his essence in this one area it was very good.

This only made his disciple more enthusiastic as she stopped bobbing her head, instead, she took him to his health and kept him there. Allowing the undulations of her mouth and throat to give him the stimulation while she basked in the mind-melting buffet his essence had provided.

Also, there was this slow drain on his life force that he also found fascinating. What powerful bloodline destiny could she have that allowed this?

Bloodline destinies were either rare mutations or part of some ancestral/bestial heritage. They were very rare powers coveted by cultivators because they acted as an additional breakthrough destiny(sometimes multiple) and even those in the disciple category could coast off of them. After all, breakthrough destinies were an extremely powerful advantage. Though, most bloodline destinies almost guaranteed that the wielder would be a master which only made her situation more unique.

Was it a side effect of her ability that she could only become a disciple? There were some bloodline destinies known in history to do this but in exchange, they offered powerful benefits and he figured that her draining ability would qualify.

As with everything else in his life, the animalistic sensations were being rapidly brought to heel under his mental might as he adjusted far faster than the urge itself. After all, he adjusted to the reality-altering pleasures of sex in minutes, this, by comparison, was nothing. The only reason he had even burst into her mouth so quickly was that he had been caught by surprise.

Now that he was more himself he tried to divert his attention to the draining effect she was causing. The effect had already reduced to a tenth and was weakening rapidly. There was no change on his disciple's part, if anything her draining had increased now that she turned his appendage into a permanent fixture in her mouth.

He inwardly cursed as felt the 'World Seed acting up once more. With a thought he had figured out what it was doing, it felt that the drain was a threat to his body, which it technically was. And like a world-warping mythical destiny, it was fixing it in real-time with no preparations whatsoever. Sadly, he still could not divine the secrets of his first and most unique mythical destiny. Which meant figuring out how this powerful drain worked just became a lot harder. Sure enough, even as he was having these thoughts the drain was completely removed and the essence laced with mythical properties to both 'benefit' Eishath and remove the 'negative' side-effects of her power.

He sighed, he did not realize that his power could be a detriment to his desire for knowledge. But at least there were other things he could focus his time on, things his 'World Seed' would not radically change. Namely, the core essence of this new disciple and he shifted his attention to trying to figure out why he could not get read on her at all even with his soul sight.

At least now that she was being continuously flooded with his essence, he was going to have a much easier time poking around without ravaging her essence in the process. At least that was something, he grumble to himself.