Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 421- A Group’s Offering

The crowd of naked women parted slightly, and from within, four Amazonian women moved forward—two on each side—carrying something between them.

No, not something. Someone.

A young catkin woman, her copper skin flushed with terror and arousal. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen, with bright orange hair tied in a ponytail and matching orange cat ears that were pinned flat against her skull. Her tail thrashed wildly behind her.

Unlike the others who’d stripped completely, she still wore her maid dress—though it was hiked up around her waist, exposing her thick thighs. Her tail was curled protectively between her legs, trying to hide her pussy.

The four Amazonian women held her by her limbs—one on each arm, one on each leg—carrying her horizontally like an offering to a god.

"W-WAIT!" the young catkin squeaked, her voice high with panic. "LET ME DOWN! I’M NOT READY! I NEED TO BE PREPARED FIRST!"

But the Amazonian women ignored her protests, carrying her closer to Tianlong.

Behind them, more women moved—forming a human platform. They knelt side by side, their backs straight, creating a living surface.

The four carrying the virgin positioned her above this platform and gently laid her down on the backs of the kneeling women.

"PLEASE!" the virgin whimpered, her orange eyes wide with fear. "I’VE NEVER... I’M STILL..."

"We know," one of the Amazonian women said, her voice almost gentle. She was the one called Kara, the de facto leader. "That’s exactly why we chose you, Nira."

Nira—the virgin—trembled on her living platform, her maid dress still bunched around her waist. One of the women reached down and adjusted her tail, moving it to the side.

Her pussy was revealed.

Pink. Tight. Completely untouched. A small patch of orange hair above it, neatly groomed. The lips were closed, no signs of any previous penetration.

A virgin in every sense.

The women holding her spread her legs wide, exposing her completely to Tianlong’s view.

"Master," Kara said, her voice dripping with seductive reverence. "We offer you this virgin. Fresh. Untouched. Let us present her to you properly."

Tianlong, still standing with his cock jutting out proudly—glistening from his earlier fucks—looked at the display with interest.

"Do it yourselves," he said simply, a dark smirk crossing his face.

The women’s eyes widened with understanding. Then wicked smiles spread across their faces.

"You heard him," Kara said to the others. "We deflower her ourselves."

"WHAT?!" Nira’s voice cracked. "NO! YOU CAN’T MEAN—"

But six women were already moving. Two grabbed Nira’s wrists and pinned them down. Two more held her thighs spread impossibly wide. And the final two—Kara and another thick Amazonian with tribal tattoos—positioned themselves at Tianlong’s sides.

Kara’s hand wrapped around his cock—her fingers barely able to encircle it.

"It’s so hot," she breathed, stroking it slowly. "So thick. This is going to destroy you, little virgin."

"PLEASE! NOT LIKE THIS!" Nira sobbed, but her pussy was already wet, betraying her arousal despite her fear.

The women holding her began to move her. Not Tianlong moving toward her—but them moving her toward him.

They lifted her hips slightly, angling her pussy toward his cock. Kara guided the swollen head to Nira’s virgin entrance, pressing it against the tight, unopened slit.

"Ready?" Kara asked, but she wasn’t asking Nira.

The women holding Nira’s body nodded.

And they pulled her down.

SLAM!

"GYAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Three inches punched into her virgin pussy in one motion. Her hymen tore instantly, blood flowing around the invading shaft.

But they didn’t stop.

The women used Nira’s body like a living sex toy—pulling her down onto his cock, then lifting her up, then slamming her down again.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"IT HURTS! IT’S TEARING ME! STOP! PLEASE!" Nira screamed, tears streaming down her face.

But with each slam, more of his cock entered her.

Four inches. Five. Six.

Blood mixed with her arousal, creating a pink froth around his shaft. Her virgin pussy stretched impossibly wide, forced to accommodate something it was never meant to take on her first time.

"LOOK AT ALL THAT BLOOD," one of the Amazonian women breathed, her own pussy dripping at the sight. "She’s really being torn open."

"Beautiful," another agreed, her nipples stiff.

Seven inches. Eight.

"MY WOMB! IT’S... IT’S HITTING MY WOMB!" Nira wailed, her back arching.

The women kept pumping her up and down, using her body, her pussy making obscene wet sounds as blood and arousal sprayed with each impact.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Tianlong stood there, hands at his sides, not even thrusting. He simply let these women use the virgin’s body on his cock like a living masturbation sleeve.

But his hands weren’t idle for long.

Two other women—one Amazonian with massive breasts, one catkin with perky smaller ones—pressed against his sides. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Tianlong turned his head and captured the Amazonian woman’s lips in a brutal kiss.

SMOOCH!

His tongue dominated hers immediately, swallowing her moans. His hand reached up and grabbed the catkin woman’s breast, groping the soft flesh roughly, pinching her nipple between his fingers.

TWIST!

"Ahhn!" the catkin woman gasped, but pressed closer, offering herself.

All while Nira continued to be used.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"PLEASE! AHHN! IT HURTS! BUT... BUT..." Nira’s protests were breaking down. The pain was still there, but something else was building beneath it.

Nine inches. Fully hilted.

The women slammed her down one final time, burying Tianlong’s entire cock in her virgin pussy. Her cervix was punched directly, the head of his cock kissing her womb.

"FULL! TOO FULL! I CAN’T—NGHH!"

And then they started moving her faster.

Using her body. Up and down. Up and down. Her pussy gripping his shaft, her blood coating it, her screams filling the hallway.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Tianlong broke the kiss with the Amazonian woman and moved to grope her breast instead—his large hand engulfing the massive mound, kneading it like dough.

"Master!" she moaned, pressing into his touch.

His other hand continued torturing the catkin woman’s smaller breast, rolling the nipple, pinching, pulling.

And his cock? His cock was being serviced by multiple women using a virgin’s body as their tool.

"I’M... I’M GOING TO..." Nira’s voice cracked. Her orange eyes rolled back. "CUMMING! FROM MY FIRST TIME! I’M CUMMING!"

GUSH!

She squirted around his cock—blood and clear fluid mixing, spraying the women holding her, soaking the marble floor.

Her pussy clamped down like a vice, milking his shaft desperately.

"KEEP GOING!" Kara commanded. "Don’t stop until he fills her!"

The women obeyed, pumping Nira’s body faster, harder, her broken screams turning into animalistic moans.

"AHHH! AHHH! MORE! FUCK! MORE!"

She’d been broken. Her mind shattered. From virgin to cock-addicted slut in minutes.

Tianlong felt his climax building. His balls tightened. The combination of the virgin’s impossibly tight pussy, the women groping and kissing him, and the sheer depravity of the scene pushed him over the edge.

"Here it comes," he growled.

The women slammed Nira down one final time.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

He erupted inside her virgin womb. Thick cum flooding her, filling her, painting her insides white.

"HOT! SO HOT! MY WOMB! IT’S FILLING MY WOMB!" Nira screamed, her eyes rolling back completely.

Her belly began to swell as the impossible volume of cum filled her. The women holding her watched in awe as her flat stomach distended, growing rounder, fuller.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Three months pregnant. Six months. Nine months.

"TOO MUCH! I’M... I’M..."

And then she started glowing.

Golden light emanated from her skin—the sign of cultivation advancement beginning.

The women finally pulled her off his cock.

SCHLORP!

Blood and cum gushed from her gaped pussy as she was laid on the floor, twitching, glowing, her belly swollen obscenely.