The Mid-Autumn moon hung enormous and orange above Qingxi Village, so bright it turned the mountains silver.
Every door in the village was shut tight—families gathered around mooncakes and lanterns—but deep in Chen Mu's hidden orchard, behind a stand of ancient camphor trees, four women waited barefoot in the grass.
They had come separately, cloaked in darkness, drawn by notes slipped under doors and the relentless ache the spiritual spring had woken in their bodies. Now they stood in a loose circle around the spring itself, its surface glowing faint silver under the moonlight, the divine tree above heavy with fruit that pulsed like heartbeats.
Lin Xiu—his mother—wore only a thin white slip, nipples dark against the fabric, eyes soft and possessive.
Widow Wang Yan had come in nothing but an open robe, massive breasts swaying free, thighs already slick.
Zhao Mei, the chief's wife, lounged naked against the tree trunk, legs spread shamelessly, fingers lazily tracing her smooth, dripping slit.
Su Wanyue, the teacher, stood trembling in her undone blouse and skirt, glasses fogged, virgin blood from yesterday still faintly staining her inner thighs.
Little Yuxuan knelt in the grass, dress pooled at her waist, ass raised in unconscious offering, pussy visibly clenching with need.
They were all drunk on spring water laced with crushed fruit—hours of it—and the air reeked of ripe woman, wet and ready.
Chen Mu stepped into the circle barefoot, wearing only loose trousers. The moon lit the hard lines of his body, the thick bulge already straining the front of his pants. He carried no jar tonight. The spring itself would do the rest.
"Tonight," he said quietly, voice rough with restraint, "the moon is full. The spring is strongest. Tonight I breed every one of you until you're dripping with me."
A collective shudder went through them. Lin Xiu was the first to move—she always would be. She walked to her son, pressed her lush body against his, and kissed him deep and filthy, tongue sliding against his while her hand freed his cock. It sprang out heavy and aching, veins pulsing, head already wet.
The others watched, breathing hard, fingers busy between their own thighs.
Chen Mu lifted his mother effortlessly, laid her down on the soft grass directly beside the spring. She spread her legs wide—unashamed, maternal thighs framing the glistening pink of her cunt, the place he'd come from now begging to take him again.
He entered her in one slow thrust. Lin Xiu's back arched, a low wail tearing from her throat as her son filled her completely. The other women moaned in sympathy, circling closer.
He fucked her steadily—deep, claiming strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce, her belly quiver. When she came the first time her pussy clamped down so hard he had to grit his teeth to keep from following. Instead he pulled out, cock shining with her juices, and turned to Wang Yan.
The widow was already on her knees, ass up, face pressed to the grass. He mounted her like an animal—hands gripping those wide hips, slamming home in one brutal thrust. Wang Yan screamed into the earth, massive tits dragging through the grass as he pounded her, balls slapping against her clit. She came in under a minute, gushing around him, but he didn't stop until her second orgasm left her a sobbing, trembling mess.
Zhao Mei was next. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him reverse, sinking down on his cock with a triumphant moan. Her perfect ass bounced as she rode him hard, pussy creaming down his shaft, thighs slick. The other women watched, touching themselves and each other—Lin Xiu's fingers in Yuxuan's cunt, Su Wanyue's mouth on Wang Yan's leaking nipple.
Chen Mu gripped Zhao Mei's hips and thrust up, meeting her downward slams until she shattered, back bowing, cum-soaked pussy milking him desperately.
He still hadn't come once.
Su Wanyue and Yuxuan crawled to him together—shy teacher and shy bride, both trembling with need. He laid them side by side on their backs, legs intertwined, and took turns—slow, deep strokes into one dripping cunt, then the other, while they kissed each other helplessly, tears of overwhelming pleasure on their cheeks.
The spring's power peaked with the moon. Every woman was beyond sanity now—begging, babbling, fingers clawing at him and at each other.
Chen Mu stood in the center, cock jutting proud and untouched by release, glistening with all four of them.
"On your knees," he commanded hoarsely. "All of you."
They obeyed instantly, forming a circle around him on the grass—five lush, desperate bodies, pussies swollen and leaking, breasts heaving.
He moved from one to the next, fucking each in turn—ten strokes into his mother's welcoming heat, ten into Wang Yan's greedy clasp, ten into Zhao Mei's elegant cunt, ten into Su Wanyue's tight virgin channel, ten into Yuxuan's tiny clenching hole—rotating until they were all sobbing for release only he could give.
Finally, when the moon reached its zenith and the spring flared brightest, he lost control.
He started with Lin Xiu—pulled her up, bent her over the spring's edge, and fucked her savagely until he roared and flooded her womb, pulse after thick pulse of cum until it overflowed and dripped into the sacred water.
Then Wang Yan—on her back, legs over his shoulders, taking every drop as he bred her deep and hard.
Zhao Mei next—riding him face-to-face, nails raking his back as he filled her again and again.
Su Wanyue and Yuxuan together—he laid them atop each other, Yuxuan on bottom, Su Wanyue on top, alternating thrusts until both were screaming, then held still inside Yuxuan and came so hard his vision whited out, seeding the young bride while Su Wanyue sobbed and rubbed her clit against Yuxuan's, coming in sympathy.
When it was over they collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and leaking cunts, his cum flowing from every hole, mixing with spring water on the grass. The divine tree dropped fruit around them like offerings—heavy, fragrant, bursting open to reveal glowing seeds.
Chen Mu lay in the center, chest heaving, each woman curled against him, hands gently stroking his spent cock, already stirring again under their worshipful touches.
Lin Xiu kissed his jaw, voice soft and sated. "My baby… you've given us everything."
Zhao Mei laughed breathlessly against his throat. "The chief will wonder why every woman in the village suddenly walks bow-legged."
Wang Yan nipped his shoulder. "And why we all swell with child at the same time."
Su Wanyue and Yuxuan just clung tighter, faces buried in his neck, whispering endless shy thank-yous.
Above them the moon began its slow descent, but the spring still sang, the tree still bore fruit, and Chen Mu's cock—fed by sacred water and endless desire—was already hardening again in his mother's gentle hand.
This was only the first full moon.
There would be many more.