Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 417- A Toy Woman

His fingers hooked into the waistband.

SHRED!

He ripped them away in one violent motion, the fabric tearing easily.

And there it was.

Her pussy. Revealed completely.

Dark copper skin. Swollen, puffy lips glistening with arousal. And a thick patch of black pubic hair—completely untamed, wild, natural. The hair continued down, covering her mound densely, trailing along the sides of her lips.

It was the pussy of a woman who’d never cared about grooming for a man. Who’d been alone so long she’d stopped maintaining herself.

"Don’t look!" Mira sobbed, trying to close her legs. "It’s ugly! I haven’t... I haven’t trimmed in years! It’s not like your wives who are probably all perfect and—AHHH!"

Tianlong grabbed her ankles and yanked her legs apart violently.

SPREAD!

He forced them wide, wider, until her hips strained, until she was completely exposed like a whore displaying her goods to a client.

"NGHH! T-TOO WIDE! MY HIPS!"

"Perfect position," Tianlong said, his eyes locked on her dripping slit.

Mira looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes, seeing how he stared at her most intimate place with pure hunger, and something inside her broke.

"I... I shouldn’t..." she whimpered, but her hips were rocking, trying to present herself better despite her words. "We should stop... you should leave... this is wrong..."

But even as she protested, her pussy was gushing, clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled.

Tianlong positioned himself between her spread legs, his cock lined up with her entrance. The swollen head pressed against her slick lips, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

He looked down at her—this broken, desperate MILF spread on silk sheets—and smirked.

"I thought you only let strangers enter your house," he said, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "But who knew... you’d let one enter your pussy too."

"No! That’s not—I didn’t—AHHHHHHH!!!"

He thrust.

SLAM!

All nine inches buried in one brutal stroke.

Her pussy stretched impossibly wide around his girth—walls that hadn’t been penetrated in years suddenly forced to accommodate something massive, thick, inhuman.

He punched through her tightness like it was nothing, the head of his cock driving deep, deeper, until it kissed her cervix.

THUD!

The impact against her womb sent shockwaves through her entire body.

"GYAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Mira’s scream was primal, raw, torn from the depths of her soul.

Her back arched completely off the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly. Her hands clawed at his arms, his chest, trying to push him away—but he was immovable.

Her pussy clamped down on the intruder like a vice, trying to reject it, but the aphrodisiac in the air made her walls slick, made her body betray her.

’TOO BIG! TOO BIG! I’M BEING SPLIT IN HALF!’

Pain and pleasure mixed into something indistinguishable. Her cervix was being battered, her womb being invaded, and every nerve in her pussy was screaming.

But underneath the pain... pleasure. Intense, overwhelming pleasure like she’d never felt.

"AHHH! IT’S... IT’S IN MY WOMB! YOU’RE... YOU’RE TOO DEEP!"

Tianlong held himself there, buried completely, letting her feel every inch, letting her pussy adjust to being completely filled for the first time in years.

He looked down at her face—eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open, drool leaking from the corner—and smiled.

"Now," he said, gripping her thick hips, "let me show you what it means to be fucked by a real man."

Tianlong’s hands shot out and grabbed Mira’s wrists as she clawed at him weakly.

SLAM!

He pinned them above her head, pressing them into the silk pillows, completely immobilizing her arms.

"AHHH! LET GO! I CAN’T—NGHH!"

Then his other hand grabbed her thick thighs and pushed them up, bending her knees until they were pressed against her own heavy breasts, squashing them flat.

Mating press position.

Her pussy was now completely exposed, tilted upward, her ass slightly lifted off the bed. His cock—still buried inside her—angled even deeper from this position.

"W-WAIT! THIS POSITION IS—"

PAH!

He pulled back and slammed forward.

"GYAHHH!!!"

The angle was devastating. His cock punched directly into her cervix, the head battering the entrance to her womb with each brutal thrust.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

Flesh slapped against flesh in rapid succession. His heavy balls slapped against her ass with each impact, making obscene wet sounds.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!

"AHHH! AHH! IT’S—MY WOMB! YOU’RE—NGHH!"

Mira’s golden eyes rolled back completely, showing only whites. Her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out, drool streaming down her cheeks.

Ahegao.

The classic broken expression of a woman being fucked beyond her limits.

Tears streamed from her rolled-back eyes—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming intensity. Tianlong leaned down and kissed them away, his tongue licking the salty trails even as he continued his brutal assault on her pussy.

"I-I FEEL... MY WOMB... IT’S TEARING!" she sobbed between thrusts. "BUT... BUT I’M LEAKING! WHY AM I LEAKING SO MUCH?!"

And she was. Despite the pain—or maybe because of it—her pussy was gushing like a broken faucet. Clear fluid sprayed out around his pistoning cock with each thrust, soaking the silk sheets beneath them.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

’He’s... he’s not human,’ Mira’s fragmenting mind tried to process. ’He’s made of steel... a monster... and I’m nothing... just a weak hole for him to use...’

The thought should have terrified her. Should have made her fight harder.

Instead, it made her pussy clench even tighter, made her leak even more.

"WHEN... WHEN YOU ENTERED!" she screamed, her words broken and barely coherent. "I FELT... FELT LIKE MY INSIDES WERE BEING REARRANGED! LIKE... LIKE YOU WERE REWRITING MY BODY!"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AND NOW... NOW I CAN’T... CAN’T THINK! JUST... JUST YOUR COCK! SO DEEP! SO THICK! MAKING ME... MAKING ME..."

"CUMMING!!!"

GUSHHHHH!

Her pussy exploded, squirting a fountain of clear fluid that sprayed across Tianlong’s abs, soaking both of them. Her walls clamped down like a vice, pulsing, milking his shaft desperately.

But he didn’t stop.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

He fucked her straight through the orgasm, her hypersensitive pussy making her scream even louder.

"TOO MUCH! TOO SENSITIVE! I JUST CAME! PLEASE—AHHHHH!"

Then, without warning, he pulled out.

SCHLORP!

Her pussy gaped obscenely, twitching, trying to close around the emptiness.

Before she could process what was happening, Tianlong flipped her over like she weighed nothing.

"KYAH!"

Face down. Ass up.

Doggy style.

His hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her upper body to the bed while yanking her thick hips up.

"W-WAIT! DIFFERENT POSITION?! I’VE NEVER—GYAHHH!"

SLAM!

He entered her again from behind, the new angle hitting completely different spots inside her.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

His hips hammered against her thick ass, making the substantial flesh ripple and jiggle with each impact. The sight was hypnotic—waves of motion traveling through her copper skin.

RIPPLE! RIPPLE! RIPPLE!

"AHHH! THIS IS! IT’S HITTING! DIFFERENT PLACES!"

One hour passed.

Position three: Standing.

Tianlong had lifted her completely off the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against one of the marble pillars that had materialized. He bounced her on his cock using just his arm strength, gravity pulling her down onto him with devastating force.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"I’M... I’M BEING USED LIKE A TOY! JUST... JUST BOUNCING ON YOUR COCK!"

GUSH!

She came again, her juices running down his thighs.