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

"Mmph—! Nnngh~!"

Sylvea's mouth was covered—her own hand clamped over her lips, muffling the desperate sounds trying to escape. Her green eyes widened to their limits, pupils blown with shock and terror.

Behind her, Tianlong's cock was buried balls deep inside her pussy. He gave a slow, deliberate stroke.

Pah—

"Ahhhn~!" The sound came out strangled against her palm.

Her back arched involuntarily as his thick shaft dragged against her oversensitive walls. Both his hands moved to her tits, fingers finding those horn nipples and pinching hard.

Milk sprayed from the tips, adding to the puddle spreading beneath them.

But none of the women at the entrance could see them.

An illusion shimmered in the air—a perfect replica of an empty chamber. Sylvea had cast it the moment the doors began opening, using the last reserves of her mana to create a barrier of invisibility around them.

Yet she'd made a critical mistake.

When she saw the broken body thrown against the altar—the young man's face barely recognizable through the swelling and blood—recognition had torn through her.

"Aelion?" The name had escaped before she could stop it.

Now Tianlong's head rested on her shoulder from behind, his breath hot against her neck. He gave another slow stroke, watching the scene unfold before them.

Pah—

"Nnngh~!" Her pussy clenched around him, trying desperately not to make more noise.

"Wait," Tianlong's voice was a low whisper against her ear, "wasn't that guy in the village?"

Pah—

Another stroke. Her eyes rolled back slightly, body trembling.

"It... it was an illusion—haaah~!" Her voice broke into a moan as he hit that spot inside her. "An illusion I casted... he's this body's sister's son... I just used him as a reference—nnngh~!"

Pah pah—

His pace increased slightly. Understanding dawned in his eyes as he watched the brutalized young man struggling to breathe against the altar.

"So your sister's son is actually here," Tianlong murmured, his hand sliding down from her nipple to her clit. "And those bitches just—"

He rubbed her clit in tight circles.

"MMPH~!" Her body convulsed, pussy spasming around his cock. Clear fluid gushed from her entrance, squirting hard despite his shaft still buried inside her. The liquid splattered onto the stone, adding to the evidence of their fucking.

His other hand pinched her nipple tighter, pulling until milk sprayed in a long arc.

Pah—

One more stroke, deep and grinding.

Her muffled moans grew more desperate. Ten steps away, the group of women remained completely unaware—still laughing at Mirael's expense, discussing how to dispose of the body.

Tianlong's lips brushed her ear. "I can help him."

Pah pah—

"But in exchange—" His cock throbbed inside her. "—you need to become my cock sleeve."

Her entire body trembled at those words. Fear and shame warred with the unwanted pleasure flooding her system.

"S-stop—" she gasped against her palm. "I don't need your help—"

"It doesn't matter."

He pulled his cock almost completely out, just the head remaining inside her stretched entrance. Then he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.

Her back hit the stone floor hard. Her massive tits bounced from the impact, milk still leaking from those horn nipples. Before she could react, he lifted her legs high—pushing them up until her knees were beside her head.

His body pressed against hers, cock sliding back inside her pussy in one smooth thrust.

Pah—

"Aungh~!"

Her hand flew back to her mouth, but he caught her wrists. Pinned them above her head with one hand while his other gripped her hip.

His face hovered inches from hers. Those dark eyes bore into her green ones with absolute certainty.

"I will help him," he said, voice low and commanding, "because I want you."

Then his mouth crashed against hers.

His tongue invaded deep, swallowing her moan as his hips began moving. His cock pistoned in and out with brutal efficiency, the new angle letting him reach even deeper.

Pah pah pah pah—

Her pussy made obscene squelching sounds with each thrust. Juices and his earlier cum leaked out around his shaft, creating a growing puddle beneath her ass.

"Mmph~! Nnngh~! Haaah~!"

The sounds escaped into his mouth as he kissed her relentlessly. His tongue dominated hers, claiming every inch while his cock claimed her pussy.

Pah pah pah pah pah—

Ten steps away, the group of women continued their conversation, completely oblivious.

"So we dump him in the lower catacombs?" one was saying.

"Perfect. No one goes down there anymore," Lyraen replied. "By the time anyone finds him—if they ever do—it'll be impossible to identify the cause of death."

"Assuming there's anything left to find," another added with a cruel laugh. "The creatures down there aren't picky eaters."

Pah pah pah pah—

Tianlong's thrusts grew harder, faster. Sylvea's eyes glazed over, pupils dilating as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, walls massaging his thick shaft.

He broke the kiss, saliva connecting their mouths.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Her unfocused gaze met his.

"Be mine."

Before she could respond, his mouth captured hers again. His hips slammed forward with renewed intensity.

Pah pah pah pah pah pah—

Her legs trembled in the air, toes curling. Her tits bounced wildly with each impact, milk spraying across her chest and his. The wet sounds of their fucking mixed with her muffled moans.

"Mmmmph~! Gyuuuh~! Nnngh~!"

Near the altar, the women began moving. They turned toward the exit, still discussing their plans casually.

"Let's go before someone shows up," Lyraen said. "We can come back later to move the body."

Pah pah pah pah pah—

Tianlong's cock swelled inside Sylvea. She felt it throb, felt the heat building at her deepest point. Her own orgasm was approaching fast, unstoppable.

"I'm going to fill you again," he growled against her lips.

Pah pah pah pah pah pah—

"MMMMPH~!"

Her scream was muffled as her pussy clamped down hard. Her entire body seized, back arching off the stone as pleasure exploded through her. Clear fluid gushed around his cock, squirting hard enough to splash against his pelvis.

He buried himself to the hilt.

Hot cum erupted directly into her womb. Thick ropes pumped deep, filling her already cum-stuffed pussy even more. Her walls milked him desperately, spasming around his shaft.

Her eyes rolled back completely, tongue lolling out as the orgasm short-circuited her brain. Milk sprayed from her nipples in wild arcs, painting both their bodies white.

He held himself deep, grinding against her cervix as he emptied every drop inside her.

When the pulsing finally stopped, he pulled out slowly.

Schlick—

His cock emerged from her gaping pussy, followed by a flood of cum. The thick fluid poured out of her stretched entrance, adding to the massive puddle beneath her.

Sylvea lay there completely spent. Her legs fell limply to the sides, pussy twitching and leaking continuously. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, tits rising and falling as milk continued dripping from her nipples.

Her face was the picture of complete debauchery—eyes glazed and unfocused, mouth open with saliva running down her chin, cheeks flushed impossibly red.

Tianlong stood, tucking his still-hard cock back into his robes. He adjusted his clothing casually, as if he hadn't just fucked a woman into oblivion on the floor of an underground temple.

The group of women had almost reached the exit.

He walked forward calmly, passing through the invisible barrier of Sylvea's illusion. The moment he crossed it, he became visible to them.

"Wait, ladies."

All five women froze mid-step.

They turned slowly, eyes widening as they saw him standing there—a man, in their sacred chamber, where no male should be.

"Where are you going?"

The five women spun around, shock rippling across their faces.

"What the—" Lyraen's eyes went wide. "Who the fuck are you!?"

"How did a man get in here?" another gasped, stepping back instinctively.

"This is a restricted area!" Mirael's voice rose with alarm. "Males aren't permitted—"

But her words died as they actually looked at him.

Tianlong stood there casually, one hand adjusting his robe. The torchlight caught his features—sharp jawline, dark eyes that seemed to pierce through them, an aura of raw masculine power that filled the chamber.

The shock on their faces shifted.

Lyraen's lips parted slightly, her gaze traveling down his body. "Well... maybe we should find out how he got in before we—"

"Before we what?" The woman beside her—a redhead with amber eyes—smiled slowly. "Report him? I don't know... I think we should interrogate him ourselves first."

Mirael's earlier embarrassment vanished, replaced by a hungry look. "He is rather... impressive, isn't he?" Her tongue ran across her lower lip. "Maybe we could teach him a lesson about trespassing."

"A physical lesson," another added with a laugh, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

They began moving closer, circling him like predators who'd found new prey. Their initial alarm had dissolved completely, replaced by vulgar interest.

"Tell me, handsome," Lyraen said, swaying her hips as she approached, "are you lost? Or did you come here looking for something... specific?"

Tianlong's expression didn't change. His voice was flat, cold.

"I'm looking at a stable."

The women paused, confusion flickering across their faces.

"What?" Lyraen blinked.

"Five mares who've forgotten they're nothing but livestock." His eyes moved over them with complete disinterest—the same way one might glance at manure on the road. "You're not even worthy of licking my ass."

The temperature in the room dropped.

Lyraen's seductive expression twisted into rage. "What did you just—"

"Did I stutter?" Tianlong's voice cut like a blade. "You parade around like you're something special, but all I see are five bitches who get wet beating a dying man. Horses have more dignity."

Mirael's face flushed red. "You arrogant piece of—"

"Arrogant?" He laughed—short, mocking. "I'm stating facts. You're less appealing than the cum puddle on the floor behind me. At least that served a purpose."

The redhead's hand flew to her weapon. "How dare you speak to us like—"

"Like what? Like the trash you are?" His gaze fixed on Lyraen. "Your father owns council seats, right? Bought his way in by spreading your mother's legs to half the elder circle, I'd bet."

Lyraen's eyes went wide with fury. Her entire body shook.

"KILL HIM!"

Three of the women exploded into motion.

Their bodies glowed with diamond-like hardness—body cultivators at Diamond Body Realm. Muscles enhanced to superhuman levels, skin toughened to resist blades. They moved fast, coordinated, deadly.

The first one came from his left—a brunette with twin daggers. She thrust both blades toward his throat.

Tianlong moved.

His body flickered—no, it didn't flicker. He simply wasn't where he'd been. The daggers passed through empty air as he materialized behind her, already mid-strike.

His palm hit her spine.

CRACK—

The sound echoed through the chamber. Her body flew forward, crashing into a pillar. She slid down, leaving a blood smear on the stone. Her back bent at an unnatural angle—spine shattered in three places.

She twitched once. Then went still.

The second attacker—a tall woman with a spear—adjusted instantly. She spun, thrusting the weapon where Tianlong had been.

But he was already moving through the space she occupied.

His elbow caught her temple as he passed. The impact was precise, brutal. Her head snapped to the side with enough force that her neck vertebrae separated. The spear fell from nerveless fingers as her body crumpled.

Two dead in less than three seconds.

The third woman—shorter, muscular, wielding a war hammer—hesitated for a heartbeat. Fatal.

Tianlong appeared in front of her. His hand shot forward, fingers extended. They pierced through her diamond-hardened skin like it was paper—through her sternum, between her ribs, and into her heart.

Her eyes went wide. Blood bubbled from her lips.

He pulled his hand back out. Her body stood for a moment, swaying. Then collapsed backward, hitting the stone with a wet thud.

Silence.

Tianlong stood between the corpses, not a drop of blood on his robes. He hadn't even broken a sweat.

Lyraen and Mirael stared, faces drained of color.

"W-what—" Mirael's voice shook. "What are you—"

Tianlong moved again.

One moment he was ten feet away. The next, he stood behind Lyraen. His hand reached around from behind her neck—fingers wrapping around her jaw from the inside of her mouth.

Her eyes bulged in terror.

"Should we talk?" His voice was conversational.

Then he pulled.

RIIIIIIP—

Her jaw tore away from her skull. Bone separated from bone with a sickening crunch. Tendons snapped. Skin split. Blood poured from the massive wound as her lower jaw came completely free, hanging from his hand like a grotesque trophy.

"AAAAAAAAHHH—"

The scream that came from her ruined face was inhuman. She tried to cover the wound with both hands, but blood just gushed through her fingers. Her tongue lolled uselessly, no longer attached to anything below. She fell to her knees, body going into shock.

Tianlong dropped the severed jaw. It clattered on the stone, teeth still visible.

He stepped over her convulsing body and looked at Mirael.

The blonde woman was frozen, unable to process what she'd just witnessed. Her friend's jaw. Gone. Just ripped away like—

"So," Tianlong said calmly, "should we talk?"