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

Chapter 708: Chapter 708- Arriving at a Town

He lowered her. Set her on the bed. On her back. Her thick body, the enormous tits flattening, the thick thighs spread, was presented. He pulled out of her anal. His cock, slick, moved to her pussy. The hairy entrance, wet and ready, was before him.

He entered. One thrust. Twelve inches.

PAAAH!

"AAAAAANGH~!!!"

Her back arched. Her enormous tits, heavy, flew upward. The dark nipples, stiff, pointed at the ceiling. Her thick body, impaled, convulsed. Her amethyst eyes rolled. Her tongue extended.

He leaned forward. His mouth found Jin Yuhan’s pussy. The slender princess, positioned above Madam Fengyan’s face, her thighs on either side of the thick woman’s head, gasped as his tongue touched her clit.

His tongue, warm and wet, the divine qi in his saliva seeping through her skin, worked her clit. His lips, soft, pulled. His teeth, gentle, grazed.

"Anh~! Hah~! You... I... I can’t... AAANGH~!!"

Her second orgasm hit. Her slender body convulsed. Her pussy, stimulated by his mouth, gushed. The arousal, thin and clear, sprayed across Madam Fengyan’s face below. The thick woman, her own body being fucked, her enormous tits heaving, her anal and pussy filled, received the princess’s arousal on her face. Her tongue extended. She licked. She tasted.

Tianlong, his cock in Madam Fengyan’s pussy, his mouth on Jin Yuhan’s clit, his hand on Liu Mei’s breast, came.

The orgasm was catastrophic. The divine seed, pressurized, molten, erupted from his cock into Madam Fengyan’s cunt. The fluid, hot and thick, filled her. Her womb, already full from previous loads, overflowed. The cum sprayed from the junction of their bodies, the white fluid coating her thick thighs, her stomach, the sheets.

The divine qi in his cum, flowing through Madam Fengyan’s body, through Jin Yuhan’s body through his mouth on her clit, through Liu Mei’s body through his hand on her breast, hit all three simultaneously.

Soul Formation.

The breakthrough hit all three. Not Golden Core. Not Nascent Soul. Soul Formation. The realm above Nascent Soul. The realm that, in the lower world, was considered myth. The spiritual energy, the divine qi, the amplified cultivation through divine sex, pushed all three women past every threshold, past every bottleneck, past every limit.

Golden light blazed from all three bodies. Three pillars of light, three breakthroughs, simultaneous. The ship’s formation arrays, designed to contain spiritual energy, overloaded. The hull creaked. The sails snapped. The golden light, blazing from the cabin, shot through the ceiling, through the deck, into the sky.

Three Soul Formation cultivators. Created in a night of divine sex.

The women collapsed. Their bodies, the cultivation breakthroughs draining their physical and spiritual reserves, went limp. Madam Fengyan’s thick body, impaled on Tianlong’s cock, slid off. She hit the bed, her enormous tits spreading, her thick thighs trembling. Liu Mei, her amethyst eyes rolled back, her enormous tits heaving, fell sideways. Jin Yuhan, her slender body convulsing, her small breasts flushed, curled into a ball.

Tianlong stood. His naked body, golden, muscular, sweat-slicked, was still. His cock, softening, the shaft slick with cum, hung between his thighs. His gold-crimson eyes surveyed the bed. At the three women. At the cum, the sweat, the arousal, the fluids that soaked the sheets. At the golden light, fading, that had blazed from their bodies.

He stroked his cock. His pale hand, large, wrapped around the shaft. He pumped. Slowly. The shaft, still sensitive, responded. The head, crimson, leaked precum. He stroked faster. The motion was deliberate. The hand of a man finishing what he started.

He came. The last load, the residual, the final ejaculation of a night-long session. The cum, thick and white, shot from his cock. The first jet hit Madam Fengyan’s enormous tits, the white fluid splashing across the dark nipples. The second hit Liu Mei’s face, the semen streaking across her amethyst eyes, her sharp nose, her open mouth. The third hit Jin Yuhan’s small breasts, the cum running down her pink nipples, across her flat stomach, to her swollen pussy.

"Are you all three all right?" he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man asking about the weather.

The three women trembled. Their bodies, the Soul Formation breakthrough settling, the divine qi cycling through their new cultivation bases, were weak. But they moved. They crawled. Across the cum-soaked sheets, across each other’s bodies, they crawled toward him.

Madam Fengyan reached him first. Her thick body, her enormous tits dragging across the sheets, her thick ass swaying, crawled to his feet. Her beautiful face, streaked with cum, looked up at him. Her dark eyes, wet, held gratitude. Submission. The look of a woman who had been broken and remade.

"Master," she whispered. Her husky voice was raw. Hoarse. The voice of a woman who had been screaming all night.

Liu Mei crawled beside her. Her voluptuous body, her enormous tits hanging, her amethyst hair matted with sweat and cum, pressed against Madam Fengyan’s side. Her amethyst eyes, wet, found Tianlong’s face.

"Master," she said. Her husky voice was thick with emotion.

Jin Yuhan crawled last. Her slender body, petite compared to the other two, moved across the sheets. Her small breasts, the pink nipples stiff, her flat stomach, her swollen pussy. She reached him. Her small hands, pale, found his thigh. She pressed her face against his leg. Her dark eyes, wet, looked up.

"Master," she whispered. The word, the submission, the surrender of a princess who had lost her childhood friend, her virginity, her pride, and had found something else. Something she didn’t understand yet. But something that felt, against all reason, like belonging.

The three women, the three Soul Formation cultivators, hugged his legs. Their bodies, thick and thin, voluptuous and slender, pressed against him. Their faces, streaked with cum and tears and sweat, were turned upward. Looking at him. At their master.

Tianlong looked down at them. At the three women he had claimed, cultivated, and elevated. At the Soul Formation cultivators he had created in a night. At the fleet that surrounded his ship, ten thousand cultivators strong, flying toward a town where a heavenly force had stirred.

His gold-crimson eyes, warm, satisfied, held the morning light.

The door opened.

Jin Wuchen stood in the doorway. The sect leader’s enormous frame, his formal robes, his dark eyes, filled the entrance. His gaze swept the room. The bed. The sheets. The cum. The sweat. The three naked women, their bodies pressed against Tianlong’s legs, their faces streaked with semen.

His daughter. Jin Yuhan. Naked. Her small breasts exposed. Her pink nipples stiff. Her flat stomach streaked with cum. Her swollen pussy visible. Her face, wet, pressed against the thigh of the man who had deflowered her.

His dark eyes widened. His jaw tightened. His peak Golden Core qi, cycling, was suppressed by the divine pressure radiating from the room.

He bowed. Deep. Formal. The bow of a sect leader before an immortal.

"Immortal," he said. His deep voice was controlled. Steady. The voice of a man who had learned to accept what he could not change. "We have arrived in the town where that strange Qi Tornado had formed."

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes lifted from the women at his feet. Found the sect leader in the doorway. The morning light, streaming through the cabin’s windows, fell across his golden body. Across his cock, softening, still impressive. Across the three women, their bodies gleaming with sweat and cum.

He looked at Jin Wuchen. At the bowing sect leader. At the fleet outside, the ships filling the sky, the ten thousand cultivators waiting for orders.

"Good," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. The voice of a young master, an heir, a being who had rewritten his own story. "Prepare to descend."