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

Chapter 752: Chapter 752 - Releasing the Stress of Balls before Inheritance Search

He gripped her hips. His hands, large and pale, held her. Stopped her from falling. He leaned. His face, his mouth, his lips, found her pussy. The swollen, leaking, hairy mound, the freshly-shaved patch, the glistening slit, was before him.

He sucked.

"AAANGH~!!"

Her back arched. Her dark eyes, wide, rolled. Her hands, her slender fingers, found his hair. She grabbed. Her fingers, threading through his dark strands, gripped. The sensation, the mouth on her pussy, the tongue on her clit, the lips on her swollen, dripping cunt, was overwhelming.

’He is sucking it. He is... no. Why is he so strong? But he... he is below me. His mouth. His tongue. It is... it is inside me. On me. The divine qi. The warmth. The wetness. It is...’

’Someone so strong. Someone so powerful. The Emperor of the Long Dynasty. A being whose cultivation I cannot sense. A god. He is... below me. His mouth is on my pussy. He is sucking me. The most powerful man in the world is between my legs.’

’Why... why does that make me...’

Her kink, the realization, the deep, hidden, never-explored sexual trigger, kicked in. The power. The dominance. The being who could destroy cities, who could shatter mountains, who could rule worlds, was on his knees. His mouth was on her pussy. He was serving her. Orally. The most powerful man in the world was eating her out.

The contrast, the absolute, mind-breaking contrast between his power and his position, between his status and his action, between his cultivation and his submission, was her trigger. The arousal, the overwhelming, all-consuming, reality-shattering arousal, hit.

Her eyes rolled. Her body, the slender frame, went limp. She fell against him. His hands, on her hips, held her. His mouth, his tongue, continued. The divine qi, flowing through his mouth, through her pussy, through her clit, through her walls, through her meridians, was intense.

He pulled back. His lips, wet, released her clit. The nub, stiff, swollen, emerged. He held her. Her body, limp, the afterglow, the orgasm, the overload, was in his arms.

He rubbed her back. The gesture, tender, possessive, was the touch of a master acknowledging a pet.

"Aren’t you a bitch?" he said. His voice was warm. Amused. The tone of a man teasing a woman he had just made orgasm. "Getting all night fucked like this."

She trembled. Her dark eyes, half-closed, wet, found his face. The devotion, the need, the desperate, all-consuming need, was in her gaze.

He turned. Toward Liu Mei. The Purple Astral Ancestor, the voluptuous woman, the amethyst eyes, stood.

"You know what you do," he said. His voice was calm. The directive, the order, was implicit.

She nodded. Her amethyst eyes, on his face, held the understanding. The comprehension. The acceptance.

"I will make sure that the Reincarnation Pool falls in your hand," she said. Her husky voice was steady. The tone of a woman accepting a mission. "My lord."

She vanished. Her body, the voluptuous frame, the purple robes, the amethyst hair, dissolved. The spatial movement, the Soul Formation technique, carried her away. To handle her descendants. To prepare. To ensure that the Reincarnation Pool, the treasure beneath the palace, would be found. Would be secured. Would be his.

’This is the chance,’ Liu Mei thought, her internal voice, as she moved through the spatial void. ’The chance to support someone so magnanimous and powerful. Like Tian Long. The being who saved me from my seal. Who gave me purpose. Who gave me a master. My previous disciple, Lin Feng, could not understand. He went against me. Against the natural order. Against the being who should be served. And he was destroyed.’

’I will not make the same mistake. I will serve. I will ensure the pool is his. I will prove my worth.’

She was gone.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, on the space where Liu Mei had been, held the satisfaction. The approval. His woman, his pet, his ancestral weapon, was serving him. Performing. Executing his will.

He turned. Toward Madam Yueying. The headmistress, her thick body, her formal robes, her enormous tits, her dark eyes, stood.

"Serve me," he said.

Two words. The command, the order, the directive, was absolute. The headmistress, the thick woman, the corrupted, devoted, remade woman, heard. She understood.

She walked. Her thick body, the formal robes, the hips swaying, the enormous tits straining, moved. She reached the throne. The elevated seat, the temporary imperial seat, was before her. She bent. Her thick body, the robes, the posture, bent over the armrest. Her ass, the thick cheeks, the round, full, heavy flesh, was raised. Her robes, the silk, the fabric, was pulled up. Her ass, bare beneath, the thick cheeks, the redness from the handprints, was exposed.

She spread. Her hands, pale, the slender fingers, found her ass cheeks. She pulled. The flesh, the thick, soft, warm flesh, parted. Her anal, the trained, gaping, swollen ring, was visible. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the puffy lips, the leaking seed, was below.

He stood. His robe, the dark silk and crimson, opened. His cock, twelve inches, hard, the head crimson, the shaft pale, was out. He pressed. The head, the broad surface, the hot, crimson, slick surface, against her anal. The sphincter, trained, relaxed. The entrance, prepared, yielded.

"Oh, what a maternal breeding thick ass," he said. His voice was appreciative. The observation, the compliment, the assessment of her body, was genuine.

He slammed.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

Her back arched. Her thick body, the enormous tits, the formal robes, heaved. Her dark eyes, wide, wet, rolled. The cock, twelve inches, drove into her anal. The sphincter, loose, offered no resistance. The walls, raw, trained, gripped. The sound, the flesh slapping, his pelvis against her thick ass, echoed.

Her ass clapped back. The thick, jiggling, heavy flesh, rippled. The cheeks, the round, full, heavy mounds, deformed under the impact. The sound, the clap, the wet, meaty, resonant sound of flesh on flesh, was loud.

"You are really a good mother," he said. His voice was conversational. The words, the compliment, the corrupt, twisted compliment, was delivered while his cock was in her ass.

He fucked her. The rhythm, the pace, was relentless. His hips, driving, blurred. The sound, the flesh slapping, the ass clapping, echoed.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

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

Her dark eyes, rolling, were vacant. Her mouth, open, the moans, the cries, the guttural, pleasure-filled sounds of a woman being fucked in the ass on a throne, filled the room. Her enormous tits, in the formal robes, heaved. The nipples, stiff, scraped the fabric.

His hand, his free hand, found the junior sister. The woman, the fake princess, the Body Integration cultivator, was beside him. His fingers, two, the slender digits, found her pussy. The hairy mound, the swollen, leaking, freshly-sucked cunt, was wet. He inserted. Two fingers. The walls, the Body Integration tissues, gripped. He moved. In and out. The double fingering, the simultaneous anal fucking of the headmistress and pussy fingering of the sister, was coordinated.

"Ah~! Ah~! Ah~!" the sister moaned. Her dark eyes, half-closed, rolled. Her body, the slender frame, trembled. The divine qi, flowing through his fingers, through her walls, through her meridians, was intense.

The princess, Jin Yuhan, arrived. From behind. Her body, her slender frame, her naked form, pressed against his back. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, the stiff nubs, pressed against his skin. Her arms, pale, wrapped around his torso. Her hands, on his hips, helped. She pushed. The motion, the thrust, was assisted. Her hips, her slender hips, moved with his. The rhythm, the pace, was matched.

"Everything would be handled, Master," she whispered. Her musical voice, the soft, devoted, whisper, was against his ear. "You don’t have to worry. Just release your strength within us and be relieved."

She kissed his neck. Her lips, her coral lips, found his skin. The kiss, soft, warm, was the kiss of a woman serving. Of a pet pleasing. Of a devoted, remade, conditioned woman fulfilling her purpose.

He fucked. The headmistress on the throne, bent over, her ass impaled. The sister beside him, her pussy fingered. The princess behind him, her body pressed against his, her hands helping him hump.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

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

"Damn," he said. His voice was low. The tone of a man appreciating his women. "You are becoming really a slut."

"Indeed," the princess said. Her musical voice was warm. Devoted. The tone of a woman who had accepted her purpose. "I am your slut, Master."

The throne room, the purple crystal chamber, the seat of the Human Emperor, was filled. Not with courtiers. Not with officials. Not with soldiers.

With moans. With the sound of flesh on flesh. With the wet, obscene, divine sounds of a god being served by his women.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

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