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

Chapter 721: Chapter 721- Being Rough on Her

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, looking down at her, held no mercy. No cruelty either. The neutral expression of a being who was not done.

"Look," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. "And see how to suck and milk a cock."

He turned his head. "Fengyan."

Madam Fengyan moved. She had been standing at the edge of the cabin, her formal robes, her composed face, watching. Her thick body, the enormous tits, the thick ass, the dark red and gold fabric, shifted. She walked forward. Her hips swayed. The formal robes pulled across her curves.

She reached the table. She looked at Madam Yueying. At the headmistress, bound, collared, her body marked and used. At the thick woman, the peer, the fellow sect leader, who had been reduced to a pet.

Madam Fengyan’s beautiful face showed nothing. No pity. No sympathy. No satisfaction. The blank expression of a woman who had been through the same and had emerged on the other side.

Tianlong gestured at the table. "Bend over."

Madam Fengyan bent. Her thick body, the formal robes, leaned forward. Her hands, pale, found the table surface. Her thick ass, the cheeks full, raised. The formal robes, pulled taut, outlined the curve of each cheek.

Tianlong’s hand found her robes. He pulled the fabric up. The silk, dark red, rose. Her thick thighs, pale and toned, were exposed. Her ass, bare beneath the robe, was revealed. No panty. No undergarment. The thick cheeks, round and full, the crack deep, the anal, still slightly gaping from the night before, was visible.

He positioned his cock. The head, crimson, slick with Madam Yueying’s fluids, pressed against Madam Fengyan’s anal. The sphincter, trained, relaxed. The entrance, prepared by previous sessions, yielded.

He slammed.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

One thrust. Twelve inches. The full, divine cock drove into her anal. Her thick body, bent over the table, jolted. Her enormous tits, in the formal robes, pressed against the wood. Her back arched. Her beautiful face, contorted, pressed against the surface.

His hips blurred. The rapid barrage, the piston-like assault, began. His cock, driving in and out of her anal, the walls gripping, the friction burning, was relentless.

Pah pah pah pah pah pah!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

"AAANGH~!! Please... Lord Immortal... I would tear... you’re... AAANGH~!!"

He grabbed her boob. His hand, reaching around her body, found the enormous mound through the robe. He gripped. The flesh, soft and heavy, deformed. His fingers, through the silk, found the nipple. He pinched.

"AAAH~!!"

He slammed. His hips, driving, his pelvis against her thick ass, the sound of flesh on flesh, echoed. His cock, the full length, drove into her anal. The walls, the muscles, the spiritual tissues at Soul Formation level, gripped him. The divine qi, flowing through their joined bodies, amplified every sensation.

PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"

He came.

The divine seed, pressurized, molten, erupted from his cock into her anal. The fluid, hot and thick, filled her. The divine qi in his cum, flowing through her body, through her Soul Formation cultivation base, was absorbed. Her body, trained, conditioned, accepted. The cum, the spiritual energy, the divine essence, was processed.

He held. His cock, buried, throbbed. The cum, the thick load, pumped into her. Her anal, the walls, the muscles, milked him. The sensation, the pulsing, the throbbing, was prolonged. He groaned. The sound, low, deep, the vocalization of a man finally reaching release after ten hours, filled the cabin.

He pulled out. His cock, slick with cum, emerged. The head, crimson, dripped. The seed, thick and white, leaked from her anal. The fluid, running down her thick thighs, was visible against her pale skin.

He kissed her back. His lips, warm, pressed against her spine. The gesture, intimate, possessive, was the mark of a man who had claimed.

He looked at Madam Yueying. At the headmistress. At her dark eyes, wide, wet, watching. At her face, the beautiful mature face, the expression of a woman who had just witnessed another woman receive what she had failed to earn.

The realization hit her. The cold, crushing, devastating realization.

’She took it. Madam Fengyan took it. The seed. The cum. The load. She made him come. She did what I couldn’t. In ten hours, I couldn’t make him come. She did it in minutes.’

’It was because of me. He was already hard. He was already stimulated. Ten hours of fucking me, ten hours of my body, my pussy, my anal, my mouth, my tits. He was already on the edge. And she took it. She reaped what I sowed.’

Her tears fell. Her dark eyes, wet, streamed. The tears ran down her beautiful face, down her neck, onto the collar. The leather, dark, absorbed the moisture.

"It was me," she whispered. Her raw voice cracked. "It was because of me. I took it. I made the Immortal’s Jade Pillar ready. I... I did the work. She took the seed. It’s mine. The seed is mine."

She fell from the table. Her body, untied, the bonds released by a gesture of Tianlong’s hand, slid off the surface. Her thick body, naked, the enormous tits, the thick ass, the swollen pussy, hit the floor. The impact, on her knees, was heavy. Her hands, pale, found the floor. She crawled.

Her corruption, the mental transformation, the breaking of ten hours, was complete. Not broken in the way of destruction. Broken in the way of rebuilding.

The aristocratic headmistress, the composed authority, the proud mother, was gone. What remained was a woman whose entire being was focused on one thing. The seed. The cum. The proof that she had pleased him. The proof that her sacrifice had meaning. The proof that her son would be saved.

She crawled to the floor. To the puddle. The seed, the thick white fluid that had leaked from Madam Fengyan’s anal, had pooled on the stone. The puddle, small, glistening, was on the floor.

"It’s mine," she whispered. Her raw voice, the broken whisper, was the voice of a woman who had lost everything but this. "The seed is mine. Immortal, please. My son..."

She leaned. Her face, beautiful and mature, the dark eyes wet, the coral lips parted, descended. Her mouth, sore, her throat raw, opened. She licked. Her tongue, pink and wet, found the puddle. She lapped. The cum, the thick fluid, the divine seed, was on her tongue. She swallowed. The taste, the musk, the divine qi, hit her system.

She moved to his cock. The shaft, slick with cum, with Madam Fengyan’s fluids, with his own seed, was before her. She leaned. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue, found the shaft. She licked. From the base to the head. The combined fluids, the taste of sex, the divine essence, filled her mouth. She sucked. Her lips, stretched, wrapped around the head. She sucked directly from the source.

Tianlong groaned. The sound, low, involuntary, the vocalization of a man whose cock was being serviced by a desperate, corrupted woman, escaped him. His hand, large and pale, found her head. His fingers, threading through her dark hair, rested. Not pushing. Not forcing. Holding.

He rubbed her cheek. His thumb, pale, traced her cheekbone. The gesture, tender, was at odds with the situation. The tenderness of a master acknowledging a pet’s effort.

"I wouldn’t have been this hard on you," he said. His voice was low. Almost gentle. "But you know what? You had too much of a delicious woman. Hard to break."