Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

Chapter 685: Chapter 685- Tianlong taking his Meal

She squeezed. The divine qi in his cock — the Horny God Physique’s energy — jumped to her skin. Her Core Formation cultivation base responded. Her Azure Dragon Marrow resonated. Her pussy — already soaking — clenched.

She massaged his balls. Her small, pale hand found the heavy, cum-filled sac. The balls — large, warm, the skin soft — were heavier than she expected. She cupped them. Squeezed gently.

Through the bars, Shen Wuji watched. His dark eyes — wide, wet, the pupils dilated — saw her hand on Tianlong’s cock. Saw her fingers on his balls. Saw her small, pale hand — the hand he had guided, the hand he had taught — pleasuring another man.

"NO — NO — YUHAN — STOP — DON’T TOUCH HIM — DON’T —"

"You deserve it," Tianlong said. His gold-crimson eyes — looking down at Jin Yuhan, at her small hand on his cock, at her dark eyes fixed on the cell — held warmth. "You deserve this."

She trembled. Her dark eyes — wet, the emptiness filling with something else. Not love. Not desire. Determination. The cold, clear determination of a woman who had made a choice.

She grabbed his cock. Her hand — small, pale, the fingers wrapping around the thick shaft — positioned the head against her pussy. The broad, crimson head pressed against her silk undergarment — the last barrier, the thin fabric soaked with her arousal.

She pulled the fabric aside. Her pussy was exposed — pink, the lips thin and delicate, the interior glistening. A small patch of dark hair — trimmed, shaped, the curls short and neat — covered her mound. The hair was dark — not the wild, coarse forest of the village women, but cultivated, maintained, the grooming of a woman who had expected to be seen.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes found it. He chuckled.

"Were you trying to offer that pussy to me?" he said. His voice was teasing. "Your boyfriend?"

She trembled. Her dark eyes — wide, wet — met his. "No — I wasn’t — I just —"

The word "boyfriend" — applied to the parasite in the cell — cut through her.

"I was preparing for you, ancestor," she said. Her refined voice — cracking, the aristocratic register struggling to maintain itself — carried the desperation of a woman trying to please. "I am — I am a virgin. For you."

Tianlong chuckled. "What a woman."

His hand found her thick — no, her slender hip. His pale fingers gripped the firm flesh. He lifted her. Her legs — long, pale, the silk robes bunched at her waist — wrapped around his waist. Her arms — small, pale — wrapped around his neck.

His cock — twelve inches, the head crimson, the shaft pale — pressed against her virgin pussy. The broad head sat between her thin, pink lips. The entrance — tight, untouched, the hymen intact beneath the lips — resisted.

"Prove it to him," Tianlong said. His gold-crimson eyes — over her shoulder, through the bars — found Shen Wuji’s face. "Prove whose woman you are."

She trembled. Her dark eyes — wet, determined — found the cell. Found the face of the thing that had worn her love.

She pushed.

Her hips moved — down, slow, the motion agonizing. The broad head of Tianlong’s cock pressed against her entrance. The hymen — thin, the membrane tight — stretched. The pain — sharp, immediate, the searing sensation of virgin flesh being forced open — hit her.

She cried out. Her coral lips parted. Her dark eyes squeezed shut. The tears — fresh, hot — ran down her cheeks.

"AAH~!" The sound was not a moan. Not yet. A cry. The sound of a woman losing her virginity. The sound of a hymen tearing.

The blood came. Thin, red, the fluid running from her torn hymen, mixing with her arousal, dripping down Tianlong’s shaft. The sight — the blood, the proof — was visible to everyone in the dungeon. To Tianlong. To the astral woman hovering in the cell. To Shen Wuji.

"NO —" Shen Wuji’s voice broke. His dark eyes — fixed on the junction of their bodies, on the blood, on the proof — went wide. "NO — YUHAN — STOP — THAT’S — THAT WAS MINE — YOUR MAIDENHOOD WAS —"

"Mine," Tianlong said. The word — the same word, the same absolute declaration — silenced the cell.

He pushed. His hips moved — up, slow, deliberate. The shaft entered. Three inches. Four. Her virgin walls — tight, untouched, the muscles clenching — parted around his girth. The friction — burning, the sensation of being stretched beyond anything her body had experienced — was overwhelming.

"AAANGH~!" Her cry — higher, sharper, the pain and the pressure and the overwhelming fullness — echoed through the dungeon. Her hands — small, pale — gripped his shoulders. Her nails — jade-lacquered — dug into his golden skin.

Five inches. Her belly — flat, slender, the skin pale — bulged. The outline of his cock was visible through her lower abdomen, the shaft creating a ridge from her pussy to her navel. Her dark eyes — wide, wet — looked down. Saw the bulge. Saw the proof.

"It’s — it’s inside me — it’s — so deep — I can feel it in my —"

"LEAVE HER — YOU BASTARD — I’LL KILL YOU — I’LL —" Shen Wuji’s fists pounded the bars. The formation diagrams blazed. The energy struck him. He convulsed. He fell. He got up. He pounded again.

"I will kill you," he whispered. His dark eyes — wet, broken, the madness complete — found Tianlong’s face. "I will kill you and I will take her back and I will —"

"You will do nothing," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. His gold-crimson eyes — looking through the bars, at the broken man — held no emotion. "You are nothing. You were always nothing. A parasite wearing a dead boy’s face. A copy of a story that has been told a thousand times."

He looked at Jin Yuhan. At her dark eyes — wet, wide, the tears falling. At her coral lips — parted, the breath coming in short gasps. At her slender body — impaled on his cock, her belly bulging, her blood running.

At her hand — the one not gripping his shoulder — moving to the cell bars. Her small, pale fingers gripped the cold iron. Her face — tear-streaked, flushed, the porcelain skin red — was inches from the bars. Inches from Shen Wuji’s face.

"You deserve it," she said. Her refined voice was barely a whisper. The words — directed at Shen Wuji, at the thing in the cell — carried the weight of a woman who had been freed. "You deserve this."

She looked at Tianlong. At his gold-crimson eyes. At his golden face. At the god who had broken her world and was now rebuilding it around his cock.

"Take me," she said. Her voice cracked. Her dark eyes — wet, desperate, the last barrier falling — met his. "Please — immortal — ancestor — take me however you like. I am yours."

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes — looking down at her face, at her tear-streaked cheeks, at her coral lips, at her dark eyes — held something. Not amusement. Not coldness. Not the casual possessiveness he had shown before.

Heat. Desire. The genuine, unforced arousal of a being who found this woman — this slender, porcelain, jade-beautiful woman with the Azure Dragon Marrow and the Fate Value and the virgin blood on his cock — desirable.

"Yeah," he said. His voice was low. Rough. The voice of a man who was past teasing. "You’re right."

He slammed.

PAAAH!!

"AAAAAAAAAANGH~!!!!"

Twelve inches. One thrust. The full divine cock drove into her cunt — through her torn hymen, through her virgin walls, through her cervix, into her womb. The shaft spread her — every inch, every millimeter, the girth stretching her beyond anything her body had been designed for. Her belly distended — the outline of his cock visible from her pussy to past her navel, the skin bulging, the shape unmistakable.

Her dark eyes rolled back. Her coral lips opened.

Her slender body — pressed against his, her breasts mashed against his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist — convulsed. Her Core Formation qi surged.

Her Azure Dragon Marrow blazed. The Fate Value — eight million, unclaimed, waiting — transferred.