Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 363- Fucked an Immortal from Upper Realm?
The blood shape trembled violently now, chains rattling as its struggles weakened.
Fear? Yeah, that was there—eyes wide, form quaking. But underneath, something hotter stirred.
"W-what is this—!?" Her jelly thighs clenched instinctively, a faint glow pulsing where her pussy should be.
Tianlong circled behind her slow, deliberate. His fingers hooked into his black robe, shrugging it off.
It dissolved into mist, leaving him bare, cock swinging heavy between his legs—already thickening, veins pulsing as it grew to a monstrous twelve inches, head flared and dripping pre-cum like a threat.
"Since you don’t get what’s happening," he murmured, voice low and gravelly right against her ear, "let me spell it out."
He pressed up behind her, the heat of his body making her blood form hiss softly.
One hand grabbed a fistful of her hair—blood-red strands materializing just for him to clench—yanking her head back.
"Right now? You’re inside ’my’ world. The subconscious of a woman who belongs to ’me’. Body, soul, womb—all mine."
"Y-you really think my astral form could be defiled—"
PHAAACKK!
His cock slammed forward without warning, twelve inches burying balls-deep into her jelly pussy.
The impact made her whole body swing forward in the chains, blood-red tits jiggling wildly—’boing boing’—as the translucent walls stretched around his girth, molding instantly to every ridge.
"AAANGHHH—!"
The entity’s scream echoed through the void, sharp and broken, eyes bulging as she felt it—his cockhead ’punching’ straight through to her womb, bruising the core of her being.
Wet ’schlurp’ sounds filled the air as her jelly insides clenched, rippling in panic and unwanted pleasure.
Tianlong yanked her hair harder, hips already pistoning—PAH! PAH! PAH!—each thrust making her chained body bounce like a fuckdoll.
"Who decided that?" he growled, breath hot on her neck, cock grinding deeper, stirring her essence into frothy chaos. "Who decided it wouldn’t work on you?"
Her pussy—impossibly tight despite the jelly form—squeezed him like a fist, walls fluttering as [Pain-to-Pleasure Conversion] kicked in full force.
Every brutal plunge turned agony to ecstasy, her screams morphing into muffled moans, hips twitching back against him on instinct.
[Soul Corruption Engine: 3x Harem Points Gained → Target Bloodline Submission Rising... 45%... 67%... ]
Tianlong grinned ferally, one hand sliding down to ’slap’ her jiggling ass—PHAAACK!—watching crimson ripples spread.
She was breaking already, divine authority crumbling under raw cock, chains holding her spread and helpless as he claimed her deeper.
But her eyes flickered with one last spark of defiance amid the haze... as suddenly her consiousness connected to inner zones of main body.
Her eyes flickered with one last spark of defiance amid the haze... as suddenly her consciousness connected to inner zones of her main body.
The white void ’rippled’—like a stone dropped in still water. Tianlong felt it too, the subtle tug, the way her jelly pussy clenched harder around his pistoning cock as if drawing power from somewhere distant.
But he didn’t stop.
’PAH! PAH! SCHLURP!’
His hips kept slamming, twelve inches churning her ethereal insides into a frothy mess, chains rattling with every bounce of her shackled tits.
’Trying to escape?’ Tianlong thought, smirking as he yanked her blood-hair harder. ’Not on my watch.’
But the ripple deepened. Colors bled in from the edges—black stone, roaring crowds, the metallic tang of fresh blood. The void fractured, and suddenly Tianlong wasn’t just fucking the astral projection anymore.
He was ’watching’.
High in the Upper Realms, where the skies burned eternal crimson and the air reeked of iron and despair, the ’Crimson Eclipse Immortal Sect’ sprawled like a festering wound on the heavens.
This wasn’t some dainty academy or noble garden. This was hell made manifest—an obsidian arena carved into a floating mountain, ringed by jagged spires that pierced storm clouds.
Massive ’blood wyrms’—winged serpents with scales like rusted iron—circled overhead, their roars shaking the ground as cultivators rode them like war steeds, whipping reins of thorny vines.
Below, in the pit: chaos. Wild slaves—half-naked beasts with collars of frozen blood—were herded into fights. Whips cracked.
’CRACK! SPLAT!’ Flesh tore open, spraying crimson arcs that steamed on the black sand.
Losers got chained to posts, beaten raw by overseers with barbed flails, their screams drowned by the baying crowd of demonic disciples betting spirit stones on the carnage.
At the arena’s heart loomed a throne of petrified skulls, fused with veins of pulsing red crystal. Seated there was ’she’—the ’Crimson Eclipse Sovereign’, Empress Liraya Bloodvein.
Black robes clung to her like liquid shadow, slit high to reveal pale thighs marked with ritual scars that glowed faintly.
Her hair cascaded in waves of black threaded with arterial red, framing a face of lethal beauty—high cheekbones, full lips painted obsidian, eyes like twin pools of fresh-spilled blood, calm and unblinking.
Power radiated from her, thick as fog; the air around her throne warped, blood droplets hovering mid-air like obedient insects.
Before her knees: five trembling fox-kin spies. Chains of frozen blood bound their wrists and necks, tails matted with filth, fur patchy from torture. Second-branch foxes—Akane’s distant kin, traitors caught sniffing too close to sect secrets.
Liraya leaned forward slightly, her voice a silken purr that cut through the arena din like a blade. "You know what rules this world? When it comes to ’flesh’."
One fox—a wiry male with silver-tipped ears—dared lift his head, chains rattling. "S-Sovereign, we swear by the nine tails, we only—"
’Cough.’
Blood bubbled from his lips. Liraya’s finger twitched, casual as flicking ash.
Crimson frost spiderwebbed across his chest, freezing his veins solid.
He gasped, choking on his own iced blood, eyes bulging as his body seized—’CRACK!’—shattering into ruby shards that misted the air.
The mist swirled, condensing into a fist-sized ’Blood Essence Pill’, veined and throbbing like a heart. Liraya caught it mid-air, popping it between her black lips.
She bit down—’crunch’—juice dribbling down her chin like forbidden nectar. Her crimson eyes fluttered half-shut in ecstasy, tongue darting out to lick the stain.
"Mmm... ’Blood’," she chuckled, voice husky now, pill dissolving on her tongue. "Blood rules the flesh. Nothing so immersive. So dangerous. Such ’complete’ authority."
The remaining four foxes whimpered, heads bowed lower.
One by one, she pointed—’snap snap snap snap’—and their skulls ’popped’ like overripe fruit.
’SPLURT! SPLURT!’ Gray matter mixed with gore sprayed across the throne platform, absorbed instantly into her robes, fueling her aura brighter.
Liraya rose slowly, hips swaying with predatory grace, black dress whispering against her curves. The arena crowd roared approval, wyrms shrieking overhead—
JOLT
Her body ’locked’. Eyes widened fractionally. Then—
She lurched forward, slamming chest-first onto the blood-slick throne platform. ’THUD.’ Hips hiked high involuntarily, ass thrust back like an offering, black robes tearing at the slit—’RRRIP’—exposing pale cheeks and the bare, dripping slit between.
’PHAAACKK!’
A cock—’his’ cock—thrust from behind, invisible but ’felt’. Thick. Monstrous. It speared her pussy in one brutal stroke, stretching her velvet walls to the brink.
Not for her blood arts holding it together, her cunt would’ve shredded like wet paper.
"’AHHNGHHH—!?’"
Liraya’s scream echoed across the arena—raw, shocked, horny-bitch desperate. Her body jolted forward with the force, massive tits mashing against the skull-throne, nipples hardening to diamonds under the silk.
Just ’two’ strokes—’PHAAACKK! PHAAACKK!’—and her hips jiggled wildly, ass rippling, pussy ’gushing’ around the phantom invader as it battered her womb raw.
"WHO—’HNGH!’—IS ’THIS’!?" she snarled, voice cracking into a moan, blood-red eyes rolling back.
She snapped her fingers—’crack’—severing a bloodline link. Somewhere distant, a bestowed lineage ’died’ wholesale—no survivors, wiped clean like erasing ink.
Panting, she collapsed fully onto the gore-pool of her victims, hand diving under her hiked dress to claw at her crotch.
Fingers plunged into her spasming pussy—’schlick schlick’—feeling the outline of that thick cock still buried deep, pounding phantom thrusts that made her belly bulge.
"Y-you... ’who was that’?" she gasped, trembling, thighs quaking as juices squirted onto the black stone.
Her nose twitched. She ’sniffed’—deep, primal. A scent lingered: pheromones. Not just lust, but ’consciousness itself’, a trail seeping from her violated soul like cum from a bred slut.
Liraya clenched her jaw, eyes blazing murder as she rose on shaky legs, dress ruined, pussy still clenching emptily. "I will ’kill’ you, you bastard."
Back in the void—
Tianlong blinked, He looked towards the bloodied humanoid shape which have now vanished. He stood there alone in that subconscious space, breathing as he raised an eyebrow before a smirk forming since he just saw something and felt something he shouldn’t have.
He realized one brutal thing here.
There were definitely women outside of this place far stronger to make him feel this search.
sclh slch
Thick cum like syrup fountained out of his cock, shooting as he looked at the sheer amount. Just by two strokes, he felt such sensation on his cock that was otherworldly, different from the woman he had ever fucked.
And for a forward like him, when he realizes there were immortal pussies too, far enough to make him squirt in just two or three strokes.
"Haah... I guess, I will need to speed run this Ancient realm to find such pussies." He chuckled as he just turned before a window popped. Though he did not expect any, since he had not fucked her with his real body, no dual cultivation had occurred, except for one window that made him smile.
[ Target Named: Empress Liraya Bloodvein’s womb marked. ]
[ Submission Programming Established: The domination/reward pattern established, target becomes permanently addicted to specific act and user’s cock. Other men will feel like squid to her. ]
’Now that’s good. From now on, she will not leave her bloodline connected to her consciousness, I guess..’
