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

Chapter 698: Chapter 698 - The Judge is too Magnanimous

She reached up. Her hands, pale, trembling, found the gap in his robe. She pulled the fabric aside. His cock was revealed. The shaft, pale, thick, twelve inches even soft. The head, dark crimson. The balls, heavy, the sac hanging low.

It was slimy. Wet. The remnants of the night’s activities coated the shaft. The virgin blood of the princess, dried but still visible. The arousal of the violet-haired woman, slick and viscous. The divine cum, the residue of multiple ejaculations. The combined fluids, the evidence of a night of divine sex, covered his cock.

She smelled it. All of it. The princess’s blood. The violet woman’s arousal. His cum. The cocktail of scents, overwhelming, intoxicating, hit her nose. Her body, conditioned by the Horny God Physique’s pheromones from the cave, responded. Her pussy gushed. The moisture ran through her panty, dripping onto the jade.

She placed his cock on her face. The shaft, warm, heavy, lay across her forehead, her nose, her lips. The fluid, the mixed juices, smeared across her beautiful features. She inhaled. The scent filled her. Her eyes closed. Her mouth opened.

She licked. Her tongue, pink and wet, extended. It ran along the underside of his shaft, from the base to the head, collecting the fluid. The taste, the combined essence of divine sex, hit her tongue. Sweet. Metallic. Musky. The princess’s blood. The violet woman’s arousal. His cum.

She licked again. And again. Her tongue worked the shaft, cleaning the fluid, collecting the residue. She moved to the head. Her lips wrapped around the crimson head, the broad surface filling her mouth. She sucked. The motion was instinctive. The mouth of a woman who had been conditioned. Her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue swirled.

"Mmmph..." The muffled sound, the wet slurp of a mouth working a cock, filled the hall.

"Slurp... slurp..." Her head bobbed. The shaft, hardening from the attention, grew. The pale flesh expanding, the head darkening, the length increasing. Twelve inches, soft, became twelve inches, hard. The cock stood rigid from his pelvis, the shaft slick with her saliva.

She took it deeper. Her jaw stretched. Her throat opened. Three inches. Four. Five. The head pressed against the back of her mouth. She relaxed her throat. Six inches. Seven. The shaft slid into her throat. Her neck bulged. The outline of his cock was visible from the outside.

"Glurk... glurk..." The wet, guttural sounds of a throat being fucked filled the hall. Her enormous tits, hanging, swayed with the motion. Her dark nipples scraped the jade floor. Her thick ass, raised, the cheeks spread, the soaked panty visible, was presented to the room.

Her hands found his balls. Her pale fingers cupped the heavy sac. She squeezed gently. The balls, large and warm, shifted under her touch. She massaged them. Her fingers worked the sac, the motion practiced, the touch of a woman who knew how to please a man.

She pulled back. The cock emerged from her throat, the shaft slick with saliva. She licked the head. Her tongue circled the crimson surface, collecting the precum that had leaked from the slit. She moved to the shaft. Her tongue ran along the underside, from the head to the base, licking the sensitive frenulum.

Then to his balls. Her mouth found the sac. Her lips closed around one testicle. She sucked. The ball, heavy and warm, filled her mouth. Her tongue worked the surface.

"Mmmph... slurp..." The sounds were obscene. Wet. The sounds of a sect leader, a peak Golden Core cultivator, a woman of power and standing, sucking the balls of a god in front of her enemies, her subordinates, and her rivals.

Jin Wuchen’s face was purple. His enormous frame was rigid. His dark eyes were fixed on the floor. He could hear the sounds. The slurping. The sucking. The muffled moans. He could see, from the corner of his eye, the dark red robes torn open, the thick body, the enormous tits. He could see his daughter, standing beside the ancestor, watching.

Jin Yuhan’s dark eyes were fixed on the scene. On the thick woman, on her knees, sucking the cock of the man who had saved her. On the enormous tits, swaying. On the thick ass, raised. On the mouth, working.

She was jealous.

The emotion hit her like a physical blow. She, Jin Yuhan, the Jade Pearl, the princess, the Nascent Soul cultivator, was jealous of a woman sucking the cock of the man who had taken her virginity against a prison cell.

’Why? Why am I jealous? He saved me. He said I was his woman. But she’s... she’s sucking him. In front of everyone. Her mouth is on his cock. Her hands are on his balls. And I’m... standing here. Watching.’

’If I don’t act, she’ll take him. If I don’t prove I’m his, he’ll choose her. She’s thicker. She’s more experienced. She knows how to please him. I don’t. I’m a virgin who cried on his cock.’

’I need to... I need to show him. I need to show everyone. I’m his woman. Not her. Me.’

Her slender body trembled. Her dark eyes, wet, found Tianlong’s face. His gold-crimson eyes were looking down at Madam Fengyan, at her mouth on his cock, at her hands on his balls. His expression was calm. Enjoying the attention.

Then his eyes moved. To Jin Yuhan. To her dark eyes, wet. To her slender body, trembling. To her face, the jealousy visible despite her composure.

He smirked.

"Sect Leader Jin," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Conversational. As though his cock were not in a woman’s mouth. "These three were the ones who attacked your sect. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Lord Ancestor," Jin Wuchen said. His deep voice was strained. "They arrived with an army, demanding an artifact that does not exist. They threatened my daughter. They..."

"They were the ones who attacked us, please punish them, Immortal," Jin Wuchen said. His enormous frame was trembling. Not with fear. With suppressed fury. "They brought ten thousand cultivators to my door. They threatened to destroy my sect. They..."

"The other two," Tianlong said, his gold-crimson eyes moving to Wang Deyu and Han Tianxiao, still on the floor, still clutching their bandaged crotches. "Speak."

"We apologize!" Wang Deyu’s voice cracked. His portly body was prostrate on the jade. "She was the one who lied to us! She told us the Azure Cloud Sect had found a Heavenly Sovereign artifact! She said the signal was from the artifact! She brought us here!"

"It’s true!" Han Tianxiao gasped. His scarred face was pressed to the floor. "Madam Fengyan told us! She said the artifact was here! She said we could share it! We did not know the Immortal was present! We did not know!"

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes dropped. To Madam Fengyan. To the woman whose mouth was wrapped around his cock, whose hands were massaging his balls, whose thick body was on its knees before him.

She looked up. Her dark eyes, wet, met his gold-crimson ones. The truth was in them. The guilt. The desperation.

"I’m sorry," she said. The words were muffled. Stuffed. Her mouth was full of cock. The syllables came out garbled, the sound of a woman speaking with a mouthful.