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

Tianlong's gaze shifted from Yu Xiang's cum-drunk expression to Akane, whose fox ears twitched as she stood trembling at the bedside. Her golden eyes flickered—caught between shame and something darker, needier—before naturally drifting toward Sylvea.

The elven woman stood frozen near the carved wooden bedpost, both hands still pressed against her mouth, green eyes wide as dinner plates. Her entire face burned crimson, chest heaving beneath her silk robe.

Tianlong's hand shot out, fingers gripping Akane's chin. He turned her face back toward him with firm pressure, forcing those golden eyes to meet his crimson-gold stare.

"Remove your clothes, Akane."

His voice was calm. Direct. Not a request.

Akane's breath hitched. Her ears flattened completely against her white hair, nine tails swishing behind her in agitated waves. But she nodded—a small, submissive dip of her head—before her trembling fingers moved to the sash of her crimson and white robe.

Sylvea's hands dropped from her mouth. "What—what are you—"

The fabric slipped from Akane's shoulders.

Her body revealed itself inch by devastating inch—massive breasts that defied gravity, each capped with dark pink nipples already stiffening in the cool air, tips beading with tiny droplets of sweat. The robe pooled at her wide hips, exposing the soft curve of her stomach, the thick flesh of her thighs, and between them...

A hairy pussy, dark curls matted with thick arousal that oozed in sticky strings down her inner thighs, her clit peeking swollen and throbbing like a needy button begging for friction.

Her fox ears twitched nervously atop her head as she stood completely bare, the white and crimson fur of her nine tails the only covering she had left. Her body was pure MILF perfection—soft in all the right places, thick and fertile, built for breeding, her folds already parting slightly with each shaky breath.

Sylvea's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "Akane, what are you—this is—"

But Akane's eyes never left Tianlong.

He stood from the bed in one fluid motion. Yu Xiang whimpered softly as he moved away from her, still kneeling on the floor with cum-glazed lips and a dreamy expression.

His hands moved to his own clothes.

The robe fell away.

Sylvea's breath caught in her throat.

Tianlong's body was a weapon forged from flesh and muscle. Broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, every plane and ridge of his torso carved with definition. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, pectorals shifting beneath skin that seemed to glow with inner vitality. The V-cut of his lower abdomen pointed downward like an arrow toward—

His cock stood at full attention. Nine inches of thick, veiny flesh jutting from a nest of dark hair above heavy balls swollen with seed. The shaft curved slightly upward, the head swollen and still glistening with Yu Xiang's saliva and his own precum that dribbled in a fat bead from the slit. Blue veins pulsed along its length like rivers of blood pumping pure masculine energy, the skin taut and hot.

His thighs were corded with muscle, his hips narrow but powerful. Every line of him screamed strength and dominance—the kind of body that could break a woman in half or fuck her into oblivion with equal ease.

Akane's pupils dilated. Her breathing quickened, breasts rising and falling rapidly as her gaze traced every inch of his physique before locking onto that throbbing cock. Between her legs, more wetness gushed—a continuous stream of hot pussy juice running down her thighs now, soaking her fur tails and leaving slick puddles on the floor, her clit twitching visibly with each drip.

Tianlong's hand shot out, fingers tangling in her white locks. He yanked hard.

"Ahhn—!" Akane's head jerked back, neck arching as pain shot through her scalp. Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment before opening again, lifting to meet his gaze from below. The pain mixed with the ache between her legs, and her expression twisted into something completely lustful—mouth parted, tongue barely visible, golden eyes glazed with need, her nipples hardening to painful peaks.

"Spread it."

His command was simple. Absolute.

Akane's trembling fingers moved between her legs. She lifted herself onto her toes, thighs parting as two fingers pressed against her slick folds, parting the hairy lips to reveal the textured inner walls rippling with heat. With a soft whimper, she spread her pussy lips apart, exposing the pink interior that clenched and released with desperate need, a glob of creamy arousal bubbling out.

Her labia were swollen and dark, the opening of her cunt visibly pulsing as more fluid dripped down his knuckles, coating her fingers in shiny slickness. The curls of hair surrounding it were matted and soaked, her clit hood peeling back to show the engorged nub quivering.

Tianlong grabbed his cock with his free hand, the massive shaft looking even more intimidating in his grip, veins bulging as it throbbed. He stepped forward, positioning himself directly in front of her spread pussy, and pressed the swollen head against her entrance.

Not inside. Just against it.

He rubbed.

Slow circles. The fat cockhead dragged across her clit, bumping over the sensitive nub that twitched and sparked jolts through her body before sliding down to her hole and back up again, smearing her gushing juices along his glans in wet, obscene trails. Each pass mixed their fluids together, her pussy lips fluttering against the intrusion.

"Hhhnnn—ahh—!" Akane's entire body jerked with each rub, electricity shooting up her spine and making her toes curl, her inner thighs slick with fresh squirts of arousal. Her fingers trembled as she kept herself spread open for him, thighs quaking with the effort of staying on her tiptoes, clit pulsing red-hot under the teasing pressure.

"Tell me why you were crying."

His voice was low. Patient. But there was steel beneath it.

"I—ahhn—I was—" Akane's words dissolved into muffled moans as he pressed harder, grinding the head of his cock directly into her clit, mashing it flat before circling again, making it swell even more. Her pupils twitched, rolling slightly before focusing again, her pussy clenching emptily and leaking more creamy fluid. "N-nothing—it was nothing—"

The rubbing stopped.

Tianlong's gaze shifted to Sylvea, who stood against the bedpost with her face completely crimson, eyes wider than they'd been all night. Her hands gripped the wooden post so hard her knuckles had turned white.

"A-Akane..." Sylvea's voice cracked. "What are you doing? This is—you can't—"

Tianlong's attention snapped back to the fox woman trembling before him. His grip on her hair tightened, yanking harder.

"So you're not going to tell me." It wasn't a question. His crimson-gold eyes bored into hers. "Are you going to hide things from me again, huh?"

Akane trembled. Her gaze dropped, unable to hold his stare, and landed on the massive cock pressed against her entrance. The thick shaft looked like it could tear her apart—veiny, throbbing, absolutely ready to destroy her insides, precum oozing from the tip to mix with her juices.

But she wanted it.

Her core clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled, walls fluttering hungrily. Desperate to feel him stretching her textured folds, claiming her womb, fucking away every thought except him, her clit still twitching from the denial.

Tianlong's free hand grabbed her thigh and lifted.

"Ahh—!" Akane's leg came off the ground, forced up and to the side. Her balance shifted, body arching backward as she started to fall—

His arm caught her around the waist, supporting her weight. And in that same motion, he positioned his cockhead directly at her entrance and thrust.

"AHHHHHHHHH~!!"