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

Chapter 718: Chapter 718 - Offering a Thick Body to Master

Her ass was bare. The cheeks, full and round, pale and smooth, were exposed. The crack, deep, was visible. Her pussy, from behind, was visible.

The dark pubic hair, thick and natural, covered her mound. The lips, full and mature, were visible through the hair. The pink interior, glistening with arousal, was visible at the margins.

Tianlong’s hand, large and warm, found her right cheek. He squeezed. The flesh, soft and warm, deformed under his grip. His fingers sank into the pale skin. The flesh yielded, the muscle beneath the softness giving way.

He slapped. The impact, sharp, the sound of palm on flesh, echoed in the cabin.

Pah!

"Ah~!" Madam Yueying’s moan, the involuntary vocalization of a woman whose body was stimulated by pain and divine qi, escaped her lips. Her coral lips, parted. Her dark eyes widened. The sensation, the sharp sting on her ass, combined with the divine qi in his hand seeping through her skin, sent a jolt through her body.

"You’re dripping," Tianlong said. His voice carried amusement. The observation of a man who knew exactly what his presence did to women’s bodies.

She was. Her pussy, the mature, hairy cunt, was leaking. The arousal, thin and clear, ran from her entrance, down her inner thigh. The lips, swollen, glistened.

"Please, Lord Immortal," she begged. Her voice, her rich, aristocratic voice, was broken. The refined language, the careful diction, the composed tone of a headmistress, remained. But the words, the content, were the words of a woman begging for her child’s life. "Please... forgive... my son... I beg you... on my knees... please..."

She used formal language. Refined. Aristocratic. The words of a cultured woman addressing a superior. She didn’t say cock. She didn’t say pussy. She didn’t use the vulgar, crude terms that the situation demanded.

"Lord Immortal’s Jade Pillar," she whispered. The euphemism, the aristocratic term for his cock, was absurd. The kind of language used in ancient court poetry. "Please... this humble one... offers herself... please... spare my son..."

Tianlong chuckled. The sound was low. Warm. The amusement of a man who found the contrast, the refined language in the vulgar situation, entertaining.

"Jade Pillar," he repeated. His gold-crimson eyes, looking at her thick ass, at her hairy pussy, at the arousal dripping from her cunt, held dark amusement. "You really are an aristocrat, aren’t you?"

His hand, on her ass, squeezed again. The flesh deformed. His thumb, finding the crack of her ass, traced the line downward. Over her anal. Over her perineum. To her pussy.

His thumb, pressing against her entrance, slid inside. The tight, mature walls, wet and hot, gripped him. Her body, despite her mind’s terror, responded. The muscles, the vaginal walls, clenched around his thumb.

"Ah~!" She gasped. Her back arched. Her enormous tits, in the bra, pressed against the mattress. Her thick ass, his hand on it, raised higher.

He pulled his thumb out. The digit, slick with her arousal, emerged. He brought it to his nose. Sniffed. The scent, musky, mature, the scent of a woman’s arousal mixed with the fear-sweat on her skin, filled his nostrils.

"Let’s check," he said. His voice was conversational. "If you’re able to save your son."

His hand found his cock. He gripped the shaft, the pale flesh, the twelve inches, the head crimson. He pulled it from Jin Yuhan’s mouth. The princess, her lips wet with saliva, released him with a ’pop’.

He positioned the head against her pussy. Against her panty. No. Her panty was gone. Against her hairy pussy. The broad, crimson head, slick with Jin Yuhan’s saliva, pressed against the wet, swollen lips. The dark pubic hair, matted with arousal, parted. The pink interior, glistening, was visible.

He placed the head at her entrance. The broad surface, the crimson, the hot flesh, touched her opening. The lips, thin and delicate, stretched.

He slammed.

PAAAH!!

"AAAAAAANGH~!!!"

Twelve inches. One thrust. The full, divine cock drove through her entrance, through her vaginal canal, through her cervix, into her womb. Her thick body, impaled, convulsed. Her enormous tits, in the bra, heaved. The buttons, already straining, popped. The bra, freed, burst open. Her breasts, enormous and heavy, swung free. The dark nipples, large and stiff, pointed at the mattress.

Her head lolled. Her dark eyes, wide, rolled back. Her mouth, open, the coral lips parted, the tongue extended, gasped. The scream, the raw, guttural, involuntary scream of a woman whose body was being torn open, echoed in the cabin.

"AAANGH~!! It... it hurts... please... slow down... please..."

Her belly, the flat, mature stomach, distended. The outline of his cock, the shaft, the head, was visible through her lower abdomen. The skin, stretched, pulled taut. The shape, the ridge, ran from her pussy to past her navel.

His hand found her breast. His large, pale hand, wrapping around the enormous mound, gripped. The flesh, soft and heavy, deformed. His fingers found the dark nipple. He pinched. Twisted.

"AAH~!!" Her back arched further. Her thick ass, the cheeks full, pressed against his pelvis. His cock, buried to the hilt, throbbed inside her.

His hips blurred.

The barrage began. Not the slow, deliberate rhythm of before. A rapid, mechanical, piston-like assault. His hips, driving at a speed that no human cultivator could match, slammed his cock in and out of her cunt. The divine strength, the physical power of a being whose body was forged in the upper realm, drove each thrust with the force of a hammer.

Pah pah pah pah pah pah pah!

"AAANGH~!! HNNNGH~!! OUNGH~!! It hurts... it hurts... please... slow down... I can’t... my body... I can’t..."

"OUNGH~!! AAANGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"

His hand, on her breast, squeezed. The mound, enormous, overflowed his grip. His mouth, finding her other breast, closed around the dark nipple. He sucked. The stiff nub, the large areola, filled his mouth. He bit. The teeth, blunt, firm, sank into the sensitive flesh.

"AAH~!! My... my... please... not so hard... they’re... they’re sensitive..."

He fucked her for half an hour.

The pace varied. Slow, deep thrusts that drove the head into her womb and held. Rapid, shallow thrusts that stimulated the entrance. Circular motions that pressed the head against every wall. Each variation, each change, sent new sensations through her body. Her mature cunt, the walls experienced but unprepared for divine qi, responded. The muscles clenched. The walls milked. The arousal, thin and copious, ran from their junction.

His hand, finding her clit, pinched. The small, swollen nub, stiff and sensitive, was compressed between his fingers. The divine qi, flowing through his touch, hit her system.

She squirted. The fluid, thin and clear, sprayed from her pussy. The stream, arcing, hit the sheets. Her thick body convulsed. Her enormous tits, swinging, heaved. Her dark eyes, wide, rolled back.

"AAANGH~!! I’m... I’m... AAANGH~!!"

He pulled out. His cock, slick with her arousal and his precum, emerged. The shaft, twelve inches, gleamed. The head, crimson, dripped.

He flipped her. Onto her back. The mating press. His body, heavy, muscular, pressed her into the mattress. Her enormous tits, flattened between their bodies, deformed. His chest, pressing against her mounds, compressed the flesh. The dark nipples, stiff, scraped his pectorals.

He entered her. One thrust. The cock drove into her cunt. The walls, already stimulated, already swollen, gripped him.

PAAAH!

"AAAAANGH~!!"