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

Chapter 747: Chapter 747 - Dual Cultivated Saintess Like Breeding Mare

The words, the comment, the comparison to her sister, hit her. The realization, the dawning, crushing, devastating realization, crashed.

’He... he thinks I am the princess. He thinks my pussy is the same as hers. But... but sister’s pussy was loose. Because he fucked her. Many times. And mine is tight because I am a virgin. He... he doesn’t know. He really doesn’t know I am not the princess.’

’Or...’

’Does he?’

The thought, the terrifying, impossible thought, was there. But the pain, the pleasure, the divine qi, the cock inside her, drove it away. The sensation, the overwhelming, all-consuming, reality-replacing sensation, took everything.

He started. The rhythm, the pace, was relentless. His hips, driving, slammed his cock in and out. The six inches, the head, the shaft, moved. The walls, the virgin walls, the muscles, gripped. The friction, the heat, the divine qi, was overwhelming.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

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

Her screams, the raw, primal, guttural screams of a woman being fucked for the first time, filled the chamber. Her dark eyes, wide, rolling, streamed. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, heaved. Her body, the slender frame, was rocked. Each thrust, each slam, each impact, drove her forward. The silk sheets, beneath her, were soaked with blood and arousal.

Her hips, her slender hips, were held. His hands, large and pale, gripped her ass. The cheeks, slender and round, were cupped. His fingers, digging into the flesh, spread her. Her anal, the pink, tight, untouched ring, was visible. The pinkness, the virgin color, was exposed.

His hips blurred. The pace, the speed, increased. The sound, the flesh slapping, his pelvis against her ass, echoed. The wet, obscene, unmistakable sound of fucking, of a cock driving in and out of a wet, bleeding, virgin pussy, filled the room.

Pah pah pah pah pah pah!

"OUNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"

She cried. The tears, the streaming, running, falling tears, were the tears of a woman whose body was being destroyed. Her pussy, the virgin cunt, the tight walls, was being stretched. Torn. Remade. The divine qi, flowing through his cock, through her walls, through her meridians, through her dantian, was changing her. Not just physically. Spiritually. The divine essence, the Horny God Physique’s qi, was seeping into her cultivation base. Her Soul Formation, the early stage, was responding.

Her mind, the chaos, the fear, the pain, the pleasure, was fragmenting. The sensations, the overwhelming, impossible sensations, were too much. The cock, inside her, the twelve-inch divine organ, the veins and ridges rubbing against her walls, the head pressing against her cervix, the divine qi flowing through every inch of contact, was rewiring her nervous system.

’It... it hurts. It hurts so much. But... but it also... it feels... the divine qi. His qi. It is flowing into me. Through my pussy. Through my walls. Through my meridians. I can feel it. The spiritual energy. The divine essence. It is... it is entering my dantian. My Soul Formation core. It is... it is condensing. Tightening. Growing.’

’The pain. The pain is... fading. No. Not fading. Becoming something else. The pain is becoming pleasure. The divine qi is changing the pain into pleasure. The nerves, the tissues, the muscles. They are adapting. They are being remade. The virgin walls, the untouched muscles, are being rewritten. Trained. Conditioned. To accept. To grip. To milk.’

’I am... I am being remade. Like my sister. Like the princess. He is... he is doing to me what he did to her. He is turning me into his... his...’

Her belly bulged. The outline, the ridge of his cock, was visible through her lower abdomen. The skin, stretched, pulled taut, showed the shape. The head, the broad surface, the shaft, the six inches, was outlined. The bulge, the visible evidence of penetration, moved. In and out. The motion, the mechanical, piston-like motion, was visible through her skin.

’His cock. I can feel it. I can feel every vein. Every ridge. Every bump. The head, the broad, flat surface, pressing against my cervix. The shaft, the thick, pulsing, hot shaft, rubbing against my walls. The divine qi, flowing through every point of contact. It is... it is too much. It is too much. I can’t... I can’t...’

He kissed her. His mouth found hers. His lips, his tongue, invaded. The kiss, deep, possessive, swallowed her screams. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue, responded. Not willingly. Instinctively. The divine qi, the Horny God Physique’s pheromones, the overwhelming, all-consuming presence of a divine being, drove her body to respond.

He pulled out. His cock, slick with blood and arousal, emerged. He moved down. His mouth found her pussy. His lips, his tongue, found her bleeding, swollen, virgin cunt.

He sucked.

"AAANGH~!!"

Her back arched. Her dark eyes, wide, rolled. The sensation, the mouth on her pussy, the tongue on her clit, the lips on her swollen, bleeding lips, was beyond anything. The divine qi, flowing through his mouth, through her pussy, through her clit, through her walls, was a different kind of stimulation. Not penetration. Not friction. Suction. Warmth. Wetness. The tongue, pink, warm, expert, worked her clit. The lips, soft, firm, sucked her swollen lips.

’He is... he is sucking my pussy. His mouth. His tongue. It is... it is inside me. No. Not inside. On me. On my clit. On my lips. The divine qi. The warmth. The wetness. It is... it feels... it feels like...’

’Like being devoured. Like being consumed. Like being eaten alive by a god.’

He lifted her. His hands, on her hips, raised her body. Her slender frame, light, was lifted. Her legs, wrapped around his waist. Her arms, around his neck. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, pressed against his chest. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the bleeding slit, impaled on his cock. The shaft, six inches, then eight, then ten, as gravity and divine strength drove him deeper, was inside her.

He fucked her in the air. His hips, driving upward, slammed his cock into her womb. The cervix, the tight ring, was stretched. The head, the broad surface, passed. The womb, the sacred space, was penetrated.

PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!

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

Her screams, the raw, primal, guttural screams of a woman being fucked in the air, filled the chamber. Her dark eyes, rolling, were vacant. Her mouth, open, the tongue extended, gasped. Her small breasts, pressed against his chest, deformed. Her pussy, the virgin walls, the womb, clenched. The juices, the arousal, the squirt, sprayed. The fluid, thin and clear, arced. The stream, the evidence of forced pleasure, hit his stomach, his chest, the floor.

Her belly bulged. The outline, the shape of his cock, was visible through her lower abdomen. The head, the broad surface, the shaft, the twelve inches, was outlined. The bulge, the visible evidence of full penetration, moved. The skin, stretched, pulled taut, showed every ridge, every vein, every contour.

’His cock. I can feel it in my womb. In my womb. The head, the broad, flat surface. The shaft, the thick, veined, ridged shaft. The divine qi, flowing through every point of contact. My belly... my belly is bulging. I can see it. I can see his cock through my skin. The shape. The outline. It is... it is inside me. All of it. Twelve inches. In my womb.’

’I am... I am being destroyed. Remade. Broken. I am...’

’What am I becoming?’