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

Chapter 716: Chapter 716 - The Mommy ready to save the Baby

The cabin was as she had left it. The king-sized bed, the dark red silk sheets, the cloud-and-dragon carved pillars. The air, thick with the scent of sex, was almost liquid. The spirit-candles, their flames golden, cast warm light across the scene.

On the bed, Liu Mei lay. Her voluptuous body, naked, was on her back. Her enormous tits, heavy and round, were bare. The dark nipples, stiff, pointed at the ceiling. Her amethyst hair, long and thick, was spread across the pillow. Her amethyst eyes, half-closed, watched.

Jin Yuhan was beside her. The princess, her slender body naked, was on her knees. Her small breasts, the pink nipples stiff, heaved. Her dark eyes, wet, were on Tianlong’s crotch. Her obsidian hair, loose, fell across her shoulders.

Tianlong sat on the edge of the bed. His formal immortal’s attire was gone. His naked body, golden and muscular, gleamed in the candlelight. His dark hair, loose, fell across his shoulders. His gold-crimson eyes, half-closed, were relaxed.

His cock, twelve inches, was in Jin Yuhan’s mouth. The princess, her small hands gripping the shaft, her lips wrapped around the head, sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue, pressed against the underside, worked. Her head, bobbing, moved up and down. The shaft, slick with her saliva, emerged and disappeared.

"Slurp... slurp..." The wet sounds of a mouth on a cock filled the cabin.

Liu Mei, beside them, was not idle. Her voluptuous body, her enormous tits pressed against Tianlong’s thigh, was positioned lower. Her amethyst eyes, looking up, watched the princess’s mouth work the shaft. Her own mouth, her lips, her tongue, was on his balls. She sucked. The sac, heavy and warm, was in her mouth. Her tongue, pink and wet, worked the surface.

"Mmmph..." Liu Mei’s muffled moan, the sound of a woman who enjoyed serving, vibrated through his balls.

Tianlong’s hand, on Jin Yuhan’s head, guided her. His fingers, threaded through her obsidian hair, controlled her pace. Not pushing. Not forcing. Guiding. The touch of a man who knew what he wanted and expected it to be provided.

Madam Fengyan entered the room. Her formal robes, dark red and gold, rustled. Her thick body, the enormous tits and thick ass, moved with the composure of a woman who had just completed a task and was reporting back.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, half-closed, found her.

"Done?" he said. The word was casual. Conversational. The tone of a man asking about a minor errand.

"It is done, Lord Immortal," Madam Fengyan said. Her husky voice was steady. "The boy’s inheritance has opened. The citadel has manifested. The cultivators have entered."

She paused. Her dark eyes, on his face, held the warmth of a woman who had pleased her master.

"The mechanism worked exactly as you said. The Soul Formation strike triggered the array. The boy was absorbed into the citadel. He is inside."

Tianlong’s mouth curved. The smile, small, satisfied, was the expression of a being whose plans had, once again, proceeded exactly as designed.

"Good," he said. His hand, on Jin Yuhan’s head, pressed. The princess, her mouth full of cock, took him deeper. Her throat bulged.

"Glurk..." The guttural sound, the wet choke of a throat being filled, filled the cabin.

Tianlong looked at Madam Fengyan. At her thick body. At her formal robes. At her composed face.

"Come here," he said.

She moved. Her thick body, the formal robes, climbed onto the bed. Her knees, on the silk sheets, settled. Her enormous tits, heavy, pressed against the mattress as she crawled toward him.

She reached him. Her face, beautiful and mature, was at his level. Her dark eyes, warm, found his gold-crimson ones.

"The headmistress," Madam Fengyan said. Her voice was low. "She is in the side chamber. Unconscious. On the bed. I had the princess’s undergarments removed and placed her in her bra and panty as you instructed."

Tianlong nodded. His gold-crimson eyes, warm, held hers.

"Wake her up," he said.

Madam Fengyan bowed. She moved. Her thick body, crawling across the bed, reached the side chamber. A smaller room, connected to the master cabin, with its own bed. On the bed, a woman lay.

Madam Yueying.

Her thick body, the formal headmistress’s robes removed, was clad only in her undergarments. A bra, white silk, the fabric thin, the cups straining to contain her enormous breasts. The pale flesh of her cleavage, deep and full, was visible above the cups. Her dark nipples, stiff from the cold air, were visible through the sheer fabric. A panty, white silk, matching, the fabric thin, covered her mound. Her dark pubic hair, thick and natural, was visible through the material. Her thick thighs, pale and toned, were bare. Her thick ass, round and full, the cheeks pressing against the mattress, was barely covered by the panty.

Her face, beautiful and mature, was slack. Unconscious. Her dark hair, loosened, was spread across the pillow.

Madam Fengyan snapped her fingers. A pulse of Soul Formation qi, gentle, precise, entered Madam Yueying’s body. The qi stimulated her meridians. Her dantian, her peak Golden Core, flared. Her spiritual sense, suppressed by unconsciousness, reactivated.

Madam Yueying’s dark eyes opened.

She gasped. Her lungs expanded. Her body, cold and stiff, jerked. Her eyes, wide, darted. The side chamber. The bed. The silk sheets. The unfamiliar ceiling. The unfamiliar scent. The smell of sex. Of divine qi. Of a man’s musk. Of women’s arousal.

She looked down. At her body. At her bra. At her panty. At her bare thighs. At her exposed skin.

"What... what is happening?" she whispered. Her rich voice was raw. "Where am I?"

She looked up. Madam Fengyan stood beside the bed. The thick woman, the sect leader, her formal robes, her beautiful face. Beyond her, the open door to the master cabin. The sounds. The wet sounds. The slurping. The moaning.

Her dark eyes found the master cabin. Through the open door. To the bed. To the scene.

Tianlong sat on the edge of the bed. Naked. Golden. His cock, twelve inches, was in Jin Yuhan’s mouth. The princess, naked, her small breasts bare, her pink nipples stiff, was sucking. Her head bobbed. Her lips, stretched, worked the shaft.

Liu Mei, naked, her voluptuous body, her enormous tits pressed against Tianlong’s thigh, was sucking his balls. Her amethyst hair, loose, fell across his lap.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, looking through the open door, found Madam Yueying.

Their eyes met.

Her dark eyes, wide, wet, took in the scene. The naked man. The divine body. The gold-crimson eyes. The two women, their mouths on his cock. The sexual act, performed openly, casually, as though it were a normal afternoon activity.

She trembled. Her thick body, in her bra and panty, the white silk, the exposed skin, the visible nipples, the visible pubic hair, was on display. In front of a man she didn’t know. A man who was having his cock sucked by two women.

She covered her chest. Her arms, crossing over her breasts, pressed the flesh together. The cleavage, deep and full, was accentuated by the compression. Her hands, on her upper arms, gripped. The knuckles were white.

"What... what is..." she stuttered violently as blinked hard.