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

Chapter 746: Chapter 746- Tight Inner Walls are Fluttering

He muffled her. His hand, large and pale, found her mouth. His palm, the divine qi, the warm skin, pressed against her lips. The words, the confession, the truth, were silenced. The sound, the muffled cry, was wet. Guttaural.

Her hands, her slender fingers, moved. Reaching for his hand, trying to pull his palm from her mouth. He grabbed. His other hand, large and pale, caught both her wrists. Her hands, pinned above her head, were held. One hand. His grip, the divine strength, was absolute.

He pulled. Her dress, the remnants, the torn silk, the remaining fabric, was pulled. Down. Her hips, her thighs, her legs. The fabric, the silk, slid. The dark pubic hair, the hairy mound, the tight virgin slit, was exposed. Her legs, slender, bare, were free.

He tore. The robe, the remaining fabric, shredded. His hands, pulling, ripping, the sound of tearing silk, filled the room. She was naked. Completely. Her slender body, her small breasts, her pink nipples, her hairy pussy, her tight slit, were bare.

She cried. Her mouth, muffled by his palm, the words, the pleas, the confessions, were wet sounds.

"Emperor! Mmmph! I’m not... mmmph! I am not... mmmph!"

His hand, his fingers, found her pussy. The hairy mound, the dark pubic hair, the tight slit, was before him. His fingers, two of them, the index and middle, pressed against the entrance. The tight, virgin opening, the muscles that had never been penetrated, resisted.

"Oh, your pussy even grew hair so fast," he said. His voice was conversational. The observation, the comment on her pubic hair, was delivered with the casual tone of a man noting a detail.

He pushed. His fingers, two, the slender digits, the divine qi flowing through the tips, pressed into her tight virgin entrance. The muscles, the virgin walls, the untouched tissues, stretched. The pain, sharp, searing, the pain of a body being opened for the first time, hit.

Her dark eyes, wide, streamed. The scream, muffled by his palm, was the scream of a woman whose virginity was being taken by fingers.

His fingers, deep, two inches, three inches, pressed. The hymen, the thin membrane, the barrier of her purity, was there. His finger, the tip, the divine qi, pressed against it. The membrane, thin and delicate, stretched.

He pushed through. The hymen, tearing, released blood. The fluid, red and thin, ran from her entrance. It coated his fingers. The red, the evidence of virginity taken, was vivid against her pale skin and his golden digits.

"My," he said. His voice, looking at the blood, was casual. "Are you on your periods?"

The joke, the cruel, casual, dismissive joke, hit her. Her dark eyes, wide, streaming, the tears running down her temples, into her hair, were the eyes of a woman whose virginity had been taken by a man who thought she was someone else.

Or so she believed.

"It hurts," she cried. Her voice, muffled by his palm, was the raw, broken cry of a woman in pain. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, stiff, heaved. Her body, the slender frame, trembled. Her tits, the small mounds, curled. The nipples, the pink nubs, were hard. The pain, the divine qi, the overstimulation, mixed. The sensation, the burning, the stretching, the overwhelming, all-consuming assault on her virgin body, was beyond anything she had ever experienced.

"Stop," she begged. Her voice, muffled, was desperate. "I am not real. I am not the princess. I am..."

Her dark eyes widened. She saw him. Tianlong, standing beside the bed, was undressed. His robe, the dark silk and crimson, was gone. His body, golden, muscular, gleamed. His cock, twelve inches, pale and thick, the head crimson, the shaft veined, the balls heavy, was hard. Erect. Ready.

Her dark eyes, on his cock, widened. The size, the girth, the sheer, overwhelming, impossible size of the divine organ, was beyond anything she had imagined. The shaft, twelve inches, the diameter, the thickness, the veins running along the surface, the ridge of the head, the crimson tip, the slit, the weight, the mass, the presence of it, was terrifying.

’That... that is a cock? That is... that is not a cock. That is a weapon. A pillar. A... a Jade Pillar. Twelve inches. That is... that is longer than my forearm. That is thicker than my wrist. The veins, the ridges, the... the head. The crimson head. It is... it is going to tear me apart. It is going to destroy me. It is going to...’

He lifted her leg. One leg, the slender limb, the pale skin, was raised. The position, spoon, her body on her side, one leg up, her pussy, the hairy mound, the bleeding slit, exposed. He lay behind her. His body, golden, warm, pressed against her back. His cock, the shaft, the head, pressed against her pussy. The entrance, the bleeding, the torn hymen, the blood, was the lubrication.

The blood, the red fluid, wet his cock head. The crimson, the surface, was slick. The divine qi, flowing through his cock, through her skin, through their joined bodies, was intense.

"You need punishment," he said. His voice, the words, the same words he had said before, were the sentence. The verdict. The execution.

Before she could speak, before she could beg, before she could confess, his mouth found hers. His lips, warm, firm, pressed against her coral lips. The kiss, hard, silencing, swallowed her words. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue, were taken. The taste, the divine qi, the warmth, the masculine flavor, filled her senses.

He slammed.

PAAAH!

The scream, muffled by his kiss, was the scream of a woman being impaled. His cock, twelve inches, the head, the broad surface, the crimson, drove into her virgin pussy. The entrance, the torn hymen, the blood, yielded. The walls, the virgin walls, the untouched muscles, stretched. The friction, the heat, the pain, the divine qi, was overwhelming.

Three inches. The head, the broad surface, entered. The walls, the virgin walls, gripped him. The tightness, the absolute, crushing, impossible tightness of a virgin pussy, was intense. The friction, the resistance, the heat, was almost painful for him.

Blood gushed. The hymen, already torn, was further ripped. The blood, the red fluid, the evidence of virginity, flowed. It coated his cock. It ran down her thighs. The liquid, the red, the vivid, was on the silk sheets.

Her dark eyes, wide, streaming, were the eyes of a woman whose body was being torn apart. The scream, the muffled cry, was the sound of pain. Pure, unadulterated, primal pain.

"I am not real!" she tried to say. Her voice, muffled by his kiss, was distorted. "I am not the princess! I am just... I was just trying to..."

He pulled out. His cock, slick with blood, emerged. The head, crimson, dripped. The shaft, pale, was red.

He slammed again.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!!!"

The scream, released from the kiss, was raw. Her dark eyes, wide, rolled. Her body, the slender frame, convulsed. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, heaved. Her pussy, the virgin cunt, the torn hymen, the bleeding walls, was impaled. The cock, six inches now, the head pressing against her cervix, the tight virgin walls gripping, stretching, burning, was inside her.

Six inches. Not the full twelve. The tightness, the virgin tightness, the resistance of her untouched walls, prevented deeper penetration. The muscles, the spiritual tissues, the Soul Formation level cultivation, clenched. The grip, the squeeze, the desperate, involuntary clenching of a body trying to expel an invader, was intense.

"Ah fuck," Tianlong groaned. His voice, low, deep, the vocalization of a man whose cock was being squeezed by an impossibly tight pussy, was genuine. "Already you become tight. After fucking you for so long, I thought your pussy would be loose."