Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 434- Tasty Mermaid

Silence.

Then Tianlong laughed—a genuine sound of delighted surprise.

"Now ’that’ is fascinating." He resumed moving his finger, working it deeper. The ridged muscles gripped him tighter with each millimeter of penetration. "So when I’m inside you, I’m technically in both holes at once?"

"I... I suppose... if you..." She couldn’t finish the sentence. Her hips—or the equivalent—lifted slightly off the bed, her tail curling reflexively.

Tianlong’s finger pushed deeper. Two inches now. The heat was incredible, the tightness almost painful around his digit.

He curved his finger forward, exploring the internal structure.

There—about three inches in—he felt something different. A textured patch, rougher than the surrounding ridged muscle.

He pressed against it.

The mermaid ’screamed’.

Her entire body convulsed, back arching completely off the bed, her hands flying from her breasts to clutch at the crimson silk.

"W-WHAT—WHAT DID YOU—AAAHHH!"

Tianlong’s eyes gleamed. "Found something interesting."

He rubbed that spot again—slow, deliberate circles with his fingertip.

The mermaid thrashed. Her tail beat against the bed, her gills flaring open and closed rapidly despite her breathing through her mouth. Tears sprang to her eyes.

"No no no no—stop—it’s too—I CAN’T—"

But her body betrayed her. The rhythmic contractions around his finger intensified, no longer trying to push him out but instead ’pulling’ him deeper. Slick fluid flooded around his digit, making penetration suddenly easier.

Tianlong added a second finger.

Or tried to.

The opening resisted violently. The first finger was already stretching her to capacity. Adding a second seemed physically impossible.

"Shit," he muttered, genuine surprise in his voice. "This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever fingered."

He withdrew the first finger slightly, repositioning. The mermaid gasped at the temporary absence, her internal muscles clenching around nothing.

Then Tianlong pressed both fingers together—index and middle finger side by side—and pushed.

The mermaid’s scream was something between agony and ecstasy.

Her cloaca stretched. The circular ridges inside her caught on his fingers, each one requiring deliberate force to push past.

"Breathe," Tianlong commanded, his free hand moving to her lower abdomen—just above where his fingers penetrated her. He pressed down gently. "You’re fighting it. Relax."

"I CAN’T!" Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "It’s too much, you’re too—I’ve never—no one’s ever—"

Tianlong leaned down without warning.

His mouth closed around her left nipple.

The mermaid’s words cut off in a strangled gasp.

His tongue circled the pale pink bud, his teeth grazing it lightly before he sucked—pulling it into his mouth with deliberate pressure.

And simultaneously, his fingers inside her curled forward, finding that textured spot again and pressing hard.

The combination shattered her.

"AAAHHHNNN~!" The moan tore from her throat—raw, desperate, nothing like the broken whispers from before.

Her hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his crimson-gold hair. She didn’t push him away. Didn’t pull him closer. Just held on, her body trembling violently.

Tianlong’s Immortal Horny Physique activated.

Pheromones flooded the air—invisible, but their effect was immediate and overwhelming.

The mermaid felt it like a physical blow. Her pupils dilated completely, drowning the blue of her irises in black. Her breathing turned ragged, her chest heaving with each inhale.

The scent was masculine. Primal. It bypassed her conscious mind entirely, hitting directly at the base of her brain where evolutionary instincts lived.

’Mate. Strong. Dominant. Submit.’

Her cloaca clenched around his fingers, the slick fluid production doubling. What had been tight resistance became desperate accommodation.

Tianlong noticed immediately. He pushed his fingers deeper—three inches, four inches. The ridged muscles still gripped him, but they’d shifted from barrier to massage.

He released her nipple with a wet ’pop’, immediately moving to the right one. His tongue swirled around it, his teeth catching it and tugging gently.

The mermaid’s moan pitched higher. "Hngh~! Nnnaaahh~!"

Her hips lifted completely off the bed now, her tail thrashing. She was trying to push down onto his fingers, trying to force them deeper despite the pain-pleasure overload.

Tianlong obliged.

He thrust his fingers faster—in and out, finding a rhythm. Each thrust forward pressed against that textured spot. Each withdrawal dragged against those ridged muscles.

’Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.’

The wet sounds filled the chamber, obscene and primal.

The mermaid’s moans became constant. "Ah~! Ah~! Ahn~! Nnn~! HNGH~!"

Her small breasts bounced with each thrust of his fingers, nipples glistening with his saliva. Her stomach muscles clenched and released rhythmically, visible beneath her pale skin.

Tianlong felt it building inside her. The way her internal muscles started fluttering instead of just contracting. The way her slick fluid turned from merely wet to absolutely soaked.

He increased speed. His fingers became a blur—in, out, in, out—pressing that spot on every inward thrust.

The mermaid’s eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her entire body going rigid.

"That’s it," Tianlong murmured against her breast. "Come for me."

And she ’shattered’.

"AAAAAHHH~!! HIEEKK~!! OUNGH~!!"

Her cloaca clamped down on his fingers with crushing force. Her tail beat against the bed so hard the marble floor cracked beneath them. Her back arched until only her shoulders and the tip of her tail touched the silk.

And she ’squirted’.

Not a trickle. Not a gentle flow.

A ’’fountain’’.

Clear fluid erupted from around Tianlong’s fingers—spraying upward in an arc that reached three feet into the air before raining back down onto the crimson silk.

It kept coming. Wave after wave, each one synchronized with the convulsions wracking her body. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The fluid soaked the bed. Soaked Tianlong’s hand and forearm. Pooled on the black marble floor in spreading puddles.

The mermaid couldn’t even moan anymore. Her mouth was open, but no sound emerged. Just breathless gasps as her orgasm tore through her with devastating force.

Tianlong watched, fascinated.

He’d made women squirt before. Many of them. But never like ’this’. Never with this volume, this force.

Finally—after what felt like an eternity but was probably only thirty seconds—the mermaid collapsed.

Her body went limp, sinking into the soaked silk. Her chest heaved, her gills flaring open and closed rapidly as she struggled to process oxygen.

Tianlong withdrew his fingers slowly.

The resistance was still there, those ridged muscles trying to hold him inside, but they’d been thoroughly overwhelmed. His fingers slipped free with a wet ’schlick’, followed by another gush of that clear fluid.

He held his hand up, examining it in the ambient light.

His fingers were absolutely coated. The fluid was clear, slightly viscous, catching the light like oil.

Without hesitation, Tianlong brought his fingers to his mouth.

His tongue swept across his index and middle finger, tasting her thoroughly.

His eyes widened.

"What the hell?" He blinked, his tongue exploring the flavor more carefully. "It’s salty. And... strangely tasty."

Not like human female ejaculate. Not like anything he’d experienced before.

There was a brininess to it—ocean salt, definitely—but underneath that was something almost sweet. And a third flavor he couldn’t quite identify. Mineral? Metallic without being blood?

It was ’good’. Addictive, even.

The mermaid, still gasping on the bed, heard his words. Her face—which had begun to return to normal color—flushed deep crimson again.

"Don’t... don’t say things like that," she managed, her voice wrecked. "That’s... it’s embarrassing..."

Tianlong licked his fingers clean, savoring every drop. Then he looked down at her.

She was a mess. Black-and-blue hair plastered to her face and neck. Pale skin flushed pink from exertion. Small breasts heaving with each breath, nipples still hard. Her scaled lower body glistened with her own fluids, the vertical slit of her cloaca still visible—slightly opened now, unable to fully seal after the invasion.

Beautiful. Wrecked. Primed.

Tianlong stood.

His hands moved to the sash holding his crimson robe closed.

The mermaid’s eyes tracked the movement, widening as she realized his intent.

"W-wait," she breathed. "You’re not... we’re not... already...?"