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

Her legs trembled, thighs pressed so tightly together they ached. The wet spot between them had grown, soaking through the silk of her robe completely. Her hands gripped the bedpost until splinters dug into her palms.

Her eyes remained locked on the brutal mating—on the way Tianlong's muscles flexed with each thrust, on the complete domination of Akane's body, on that massive cock that would soon turn its attention to her.

PAH—PAH—PAH—

"Good girl." Tianlong's hand moved from Akane's breast to her throat, fingers wrapping around her neck. Not squeezing—just holding, claiming. "But I hate you Akane, now tell, why were you crying?."

"YES~!! YES~!! FOR MY HUSBAND~!! AHHN~!!"

Her pussy convulsed, another orgasm crashing through her. Clear fluid squirted out around his cock, spraying across the bed in hot spurts. Her walls rippled and clenched, trying desperately to milk him.

But Tianlong's pace never faltered.

PAH—PAH—PAH—

He switched positions again—pulling out completely and flipping her onto her hands and knees in one fluid motion. Her arms collapsed immediately, face pressed into the mattress, ass raised high in the air.

Her pussy gaped obscenely, the entrance stretched wide and twitching. Pink walls visible inside, cervix swollen and red from the brutal pounding. Creamy fluid oozed out, running down her thighs in thick streams.

SLAM—

He mounted her from behind, cock plunging back inside. The new angle let him go even deeper, balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

"GYUUUHH~!!"

PAH—PAH—PAH—PAH—

His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to bruise. He used her body like a toy, pulling her back onto his cock with brutal force. Her massive tits swung beneath her, nipples scraping against the bed, milk spraying with each impact.

Sylvea watched as Akane was reduced to nothing but a moaning, drooling mess. The dignified woman who had stood beside Tianlong with grace and pride was gone—replaced by a cock-drunk bitch who could only think about being bred.

'That will be me.'

The realization hit Sylvea like ice water. Her entire body trembled, green eyes locked on that massive shaft disappearing into Akane's ruined pussy over and over.

'That cock will be inside me. He'll fuck me like that. Break me like that.'

Her thighs trembled harder, the wet spot spreading. Part of her was terrified. But another part—a darker, needier part—clenched with anticipation.

PAH—PAH—PAH—

"I see." Tianlong's voice remained gentle even as his thrusts became erratic knowing the reason.

Then he released.

"GYAAAAAAHHH~!!"

Thick ropes of hot cum erupted directly into her womb. The first spurt hit with enough force to make her entire body convulse. Then another. And another. Each pulse pumped more seed into her, filling her womb until it bulged visibly against her stomach.

Her eyes rolled back completely, tongue hanging limp as her mind shattered. The sensation of being filled, bred, claimed—it was too much. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, milking every drop as her final orgasm crashed through her.

Tianlong stayed buried inside as his cock continued twitching, each pulse adding more cum to the overflowing mess. Her womb stretched to capacity, then beyond. His seed backflowed through her cervix, flooding her pussy until it leaked out around his cock in thick white streams.

A small bulge formed on her lower stomach as her womb filled completely. She was bred. Claimed. His.

Finally, his cock stopped pulsing.

He pulled out slowly, inch by inch. When the head popped free, her pussy gaped open—a ruined, stretched hole that immediately began leaking cum. The white fluid poured out in continuous streams, running down her thighs and pooling beneath her ass.

Akane collapsed face-first onto the bed, body twitching with aftershocks. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, each exhale releasing a small whimper. Between her legs, her pussy continued leaking, the gape showing her swollen cervix still twitching inside.

She was completely broken.

Tianlong grabbed her hair, yanking her head up. She moved automatically, mindlessly—mouth opening like a trained pet even though her eyes remained unfocused.

He pressed his cock against her lips.

"Clean it."

Her tongue emerged, lapping weakly at the mixture of cum and pussy juice coating his shaft. She whimpered in pain—every muscle in her body ached—but she obeyed. Her lips wrapped around his cockhead, sucking with what little strength remained.

"Good girl." He stroked her hair tenderly. "Such a good wife."

After a moment, he released her.

She collapsed onto the bed completely, body limp and used. Cum continued pouring from her gaping pussy, forming a large wet spot. Her massive breasts pressed against the mattress, still leaking milk. Her nine tails lay splayed and motionless.

Tianlong's gaze shifted to Sylvea.

His cock was still semi-hard, glistening with fluids. His body showed no signs of exhaustion—if anything, he looked ready for another round. His crimson-gold eyes locked onto hers with predatory focus.

Sylvea's breath caught.

Her legs finally moved—stumbling backward until her back hit the wall. Her hands pressed flat against the surface, fingers splayed.

'Run. I need to run.'

Sylvea's breath hitched as his gaze pinned her against the wall. But before Tianlong could move, the door opened—soft footsteps padding across the floor.

Ziyang entered, her robe loose around her shoulders. Her eyes swept over the scene—Akane's broken body leaking cum onto the bed, Tianlong's cock still half-erect and dripping—and a small smile curved her lips.

She walked behind him without a word, hands sliding up his chest as her robe fell. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing pale skin and the intricate butterfly tattoo spreading across her back—black wings with crimson edges that seemed to shimmer in the candlelight.

Her naked body pressed against his back, breasts flattening against his muscles. Her hands traveled down his abdomen, fingers wrapping around his cock.

Tianlong remained still, eyes still locked on Sylvea as Ziyang began stroking him—slow, deliberate movements that made his shaft swell again. Her other hand cupped his balls, massaging them with practiced ease.

The sound of wet flesh being stroked filled the room.

Sylvea stared, paralyzed. The sight was obscene—this naked woman openly pleasuring him while he stood there as if receiving a casual massage. Yet they acted as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I think..." Sylvea's voice cracked. She swallowed hard. "This is not a proper time to talk."

"Forget it." Tianlong's tone was dismissive. His hand reached behind him, fingers threading through Ziyang's hair as she continued stroking. "Tell me why you were going to the lower realm."

Before Sylvea could answer, another figure stirred.

Akane lifted her head weakly, eyes glazed but aware. She crawled forward on trembling arms until her face was level with Tianlong's cock. Her mouth opened—tongue extending to lap at the tip still held in Ziyang's grip.

Tianlong glanced down, watching Akane's tongue swirl around his cockhead while Ziyang's hand pumped the shaft. His hand moved to Akane's head, fingers tangling in her hair.

He pushed.

Akane's mouth stretched wide as his cock slid between her lips. Her throat bulged as he fed her inch after inch, ignoring her weak gag. Ziyang kept stroking the base, her other hand still massaging his balls.

Sylvea's pussy clenched hard enough to make her gasp. This was madness. Depravity. Yet they acted as if conducting normal conversation.

"Answer me." Tianlong's voice remained calm as he pushed deeper into Akane's throat. Her eyes watered, hands gripping his thighs for balance as her lips stretched obscenely around his girth.

"I... I had a dream." Sylvea's voice trembled. Fear made her words spill faster. "A prophecy. That I should descend to the lower realm and take someone as my disciple."

Tianlong stopped—his cock buried halfway down Akane's throat. A smile slowly formed on his face.

He turned slightly, eyebrow raised. "How would you recognize this individual?" His hand in Akane's hair pushed her down another inch. Her throat convulsed around him. "Any sign? Any face?"

Sylvea's eyes darted between his face and the obscene display below. "He would be... my descendant."

The words hung in the air.

Tianlong breathed out slowly. His hand moved to the back of Akane's neck, gripping firmly. Then he pulled—dragging her off his cock completely before shoving her down.

Akane collapsed to her knees, face pressed against his balls. Her tongue emerged automatically, lapping at the heavy sac while saliva dripped from her chin.

Ziyang shifted her position, bending forward. Her lips wrapped around his cockhead from above, sucking gently while her hand continued stroking the shaft. Her butterfly tattoo flexed across her back as she moved.

Tianlong's smile widened, his hand moving and resting on her ass, fingers rubbing Xiang's asshole while she was bent to suck him off in that position.

He, standing in that position, looked toward Sylvea's face.

"My name is Zhao Tianlong." His voice was soft, almost gentle. "And I am the disciple you need to train, Master."