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

Chapter 726: Chapter 726- Take me not Her

Tianlong moved. His hands, pale, found his robe. The sash, the crimson rope, untied. The dark silk, the formal immortal’s attire, fell. His body, golden and muscular, was revealed. His cock, limp, hung between his thighs. The shaft, even soft, was eight inches. The head, crimson, rested against his thigh.

Bai Lian’s green eyes, wide, found his cock. At the size. At the girth. At the sight of a man’s organ, the first she had seen in this state, in this context.

She covered her eyes. Her hands, trembling, pressed against her face.

"What are you doing?" she cried. "Stop! You can’t... you can’t do that to her!"

Madam Yueying moved. Her thick body, on the platform, shifted. Her hand, pale, found his cock. Her fingers, the slender digits that had become addicted, that had learned the shape and weight and feel, wrapped around the shaft. She held. Her hand, on his cock, pulled. She leaned. Her face, beautiful and mature, descended. Her coral lips, swollen, found the head. She kissed. Her lips, soft, pressed against the crimson surface. Her tongue, pink, extended. She licked. The head, the shaft, the surface, was tasted.

"Let me serve you, Master," she whispered. Her raw voice, the word, the title, was the word of a woman who had accepted her place.

She pulled him. Her hand, on his cock, guided. He walked. His body, golden, moved. They reached the platform. He climbed. The stone, smooth, was warm against his skin.

Madam Yueying positioned herself. Her thick body, on her back, her head at the edge. Her hand, on his cock, guided. She adjusted the shaft against her throat. She lay, her back on the stone, her pussy, hairy and swollen, spread. Her legs, thick, were open. Her pussy, facing the jar. Facing her son.

She opened her mouth. Her coral lips, swollen, parted. Her tongue, pink, extended. His cock, the head, rested on her tongue. She took him in. Slowly. Inch by inch. The head, the shaft, the pale flesh, slid past her lips. Her jaw, sore, opened. Her throat, raw, received him.

He pushed. Deeper. The shaft, twelve inches, slid into her throat. Her neck bulged. The outline, the ridge of his cock, was visible from the outside. The bulge, the shape, ran from her jaw to her collarbone.

He started to hump. His hips, slow, deliberate, thrust. His cock, in her throat, moved. In and out. The shaft, slick with her saliva, slid. Her throat, the muscles, the walls, worked. The motion, the slow, rhythmic fucking of a throat, was controlled.

"Glurk... glurk... glurk..."

Bai Lian stared. Her green eyes, wide, wet, streamed. She watched the headmistress. At the thick woman. At the throat, bulging. At the cock, sliding in and out. At the twelve inches, the shaft visible through her neck.

’How... how can she take it? That’s... that’s in her throat. That’s going past her throat. That’s... that’s reaching her...’

Her green eyes, wide, turned to the other women. At the three Soul Formation cultivators. At Liu Mei, Jin Yuhan, Madam Fengyan.

"Stop him!" she cried. "Stop! He’s... he’s hurting her! Stop!"

Her green eyes found the three women. They were moving. Not to stop. Not to intervene.

They were removing their clothes.

Liu Mei first. Her purple robes, the silk, fell. Her voluptuous body, naked, was revealed. Her enormous tits, heavy and full, bare. The dark nipples, stiff. Her thick hips, wide. Her pussy, hairy, the dark pubic hair trimmed. Her amethyst eyes, calm, found Bai Lian’s face.

Jin Yuhan second. Her white and jade-green robes, the silk, fell. Her slender body, naked, was revealed. Her small breasts, the pink nipples stiff, bare. Her flat stomach. Her pussy, hairy with trimmed dark hair. Her dark eyes, wet, were on Tianlong’s body.

Madam Fengyan third. Her dark red and gold robes, the formal attire, fell. Her thick body, naked, was revealed. Her enormous tits, heavy, the dark nipples large. Her thick ass, the cheeks full. Her pussy, hairy, natural. Her beautiful face, composed.

Three naked women. Their bodies, milky white skin, pink nipples, shaved and hairy pussies, moved. They walked toward the platform. Toward Tianlong. Toward the headmistress, whose throat was being fucked.

They arrived. They pressed against him. Their bodies, their tits, their pussies, their hands, found his skin. Liu Mei, behind him, pressed her enormous tits against his back. Her amethyst hair, loose, fell across his shoulder. Her hands, pale, found his hips. She helped. Her hands, on his pelvis, guided. She helped him hump. The motion, the thrust, was assisted. Her enormous tits, pressed against his back, deformed. The dark nipples, stiff, scraped his skin.

Jin Yuhan, beside him, pressed her small breasts against his arm. Her dark eyes, wet, were on his cock. On the throat, bulging. Her hand, small, found the headmistress’s boob. She groped. The enormous mound, in the furry bra, was kneaded. Her fingers, pale, sank into the flesh. She massaged. She let him enjoy. The boob, the soft, heavy flesh, was offered.

Madam Fengyan, at the headmistress’s hips, moved. Her beautiful face, composed, found the headmistress’s pussy. Her hand, pale, found the swollen lips. Her fingers, the slender digits, slipped between the folds. She found the entrance. She inserted. Two fingers. Three. The walls, wet, gripped her. She moved. In and out. The motion, the fingering, the preparation, was deliberate.

"Let me prepare her for you, Lord Immortal," Madam Fengyan said. Her husky voice was warm. The voice of a woman serving her master.

Bai Lian watched. Her green eyes, wide, streamed. Her hands, trembling, at her sides, clenched.

’The headmistress... she’s being... surrounded. By those women. They’re helping him. They’re holding her. They’re... they’re preparing her. They’re... this is... this is a...’

’She’s being passed around. Like a... like a...’

’I have to stop this. I have to... I have to save her. I’m the only one. The only one who can. No one else is going to. No one else is going to help her. Not the sect leaders outside. Not the soldiers. Not the disciples. No one.’

’It’s just me.’

’I’m the only one who can save her.’

Her green eyes, wet, found the headmistress. At the thick woman, her throat bulging, her pussy being fingered, her tits being groped. At the corrupted smile, the vacant devotion, the rebuilt mind.

Bai Lian moved. Her hands, trembling, found her own clothes. The academy uniform, the dark blue and silver, the torn fabric. She pulled. The silk, the fabric, fell. Her slender body, the young frame, was revealed.

Her breasts, small, handful-sized, were bare. The pink nipples, stiff from the cold air, were pointed. Her stomach, flat, smooth. Her pussy, hairy, the dark pubic hair natural and full, was visible. Her legs, slender, were bare. Her green eyes, wet, found the floor.

She covered her boobs. Her hands, small, pressed against her small breasts. The pink nipples, stiff, were hidden. Her other hand, covering her pussy, pressed against the dark pubic hair.

She trembled. Her slender body, naked, exposed, was vulnerable. The cold air, the stone, the divine qi radiating from Tianlong’s body, pressed against her skin. Her pink nipples, stiff, ached. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the virgin slit, was exposed.

She climbed. The platform, the stone bed, was at her waist. She climbed. Her slender body, naked, on the stone, lay. On her back. Her legs, slender, spread. Her hands, covering her pussy, pulled away. Her hairy mound, the dark pubic hair, the pink slit, was displayed. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, were bare.

She looked at him. At the gold-crimson eyes. At the golden body. At the cock, buried in the headmistress’s throat.

"Take me," she said. Her musical voice, the voice of a girl who had learned to make herself heard, trembled. "Instead of her."