Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 274 - Queen deciding to bounce herself

Chapter 274: Chapter 274 - Queen deciding to bounce herself

The Ki he had been pumping into her system for the last hour had colonized her nerve endings.

Pain was still present, yes — but it was being ’rewritten’ in real time, the edges of raw, tearing agony slowly dissolving into a deep, overwhelming heat that had no business existing in a passage that had never been touched.

"AHH—AHHH—what is—’nghh’—what is happening to me—!"

PAH. PAH.

"’Unnh~! Aahnn~!!’"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"’AANGH~~!! AAAHH~~!! HA—HAAAH~~!!’"

Her pussy, completely untouched and trembling from the proxy-vibration of every thrust driving through the thin shared wall inside her, was drooling clear slick freely onto the grass beneath her — a steady, humiliating puddle forming directly below her neglected, swollen, hairy cunt.

Her milk was no longer spurting in panicked bursts — it was flowing in continuous thin streams with every single forward slam, the rhythm of his hips synced perfectly with the wet ’drip drip drip’ of white liquid from her chain-hung tips.

He reached forward.

He grabbed both golden chains.

He pulled them ’back’ like reins.

"AAHHHNN—!!"

Her heavy, milk-swollen breasts were hauled upward and backward — the hooks digging brutally into her raw, red nipples — milk arcing in twin bright fountains through the dim cave air, splashing down over his forearms, over her own massive jiggling belly, pooling in the navel’s indent.

"That’s it, Cow," he sneered, his pace not dropping a single beat. "Give me your milk while I destroy your ass."

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"I—ahh—’ahhn’—I’m taking it—AHH—I’m taking your cock—!"

’Something is building. Something is wrong. Something is building and it’s wrong and I don’t want it and I—’

’—I want it.’

’I want it.’

The realization hit her harder than any thrust.

Her own mind — the last fortified tower of a woman who had ruled an entire bloodline — had just raised the white flag, and she hadn’t even felt it happen until it was already done.

PAH! PAH!

"’AAHH~~! NGHH~~!’"

PAAAH!

"’AAANGHH~~!!’"

The pressure in the deep, ’deep’ center of her bowels hit a threshold her anatomy had never been designed to cross.

Her entire lower body seized — her anal walls clamped down around his thick shaft with a force that could have shattered lesser men — and the massive, unrestrained squirt that tore from her abandoned pussy arced in a beautiful, humiliating rainbow directly onto his abdomen.

"Fuck—!" Cang’s own control buckled for the first time, a genuine grunt escaping him as her clamping walls milked him in violent, rhythmic pulses.

’Throb. Throb. Throb.’

He emptied a massive, scorching load deep into her ass — heavy ropes of seed painting her insides with a heat that sent her into continuous, twitching aftershocks, her thick thighs trembling open and closed like wings.

She lay there entirely broken — milk weeping from both tits in slow, exhausted drops, squirt pooled silver-clear beneath her, his cum beginning its slow, warm leak from her ruined, gaping hole.

’Schlick... pop.’

He pulled out.

He wasn’t done.

He flipped her onto her back with one hand, her thick, jiggling thighs spreading instinctively on the cold wet ground, her pregnant belly settling forward with a heavy, liquid sway.

He grabbed her massive, swollen breasts — both hands sinking deep into the soft, abused flesh — pushed them together, and shoved his thick, cum-slicked cock directly into the warm, milk-wet cleft of her cleavage.

"Milk for me," he ordered.

"Y-Yes... ahh... yes, ’Master’..." she babbled, her eyes swirling with the glassy, blown-out devotion of a woman whose identity had been completely replaced.

Her hands came up on their own, pressing her own breasts tighter around his shaft without being told a second time — her fingers finding the chains and tugging them against her sore nipples because the pain was now indistinguishable from pleasure and her body was simply chasing sensation. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

His cock slid between her sweaty, heavy mounds, the cockhead slapping against her chin with every upward thrust — leaving a wet, sticky smear across her jaw, her lower lip, her cheek.

The friction forced continuous milk from her pierced nipples, the white liquid turning frothy and obscene as it mixed with old cum and sweat on his shaft, the slick sound of it obscenely loud in the cave.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

Her chin caught the tip on every upstroke.

She opened her mouth without being asked.

"Ahhh... my tits... ’fuck my tits’, Master... ahhnn!"

He unloaded on her face — thick, heavy ropes of cum landing across her eyelids, her open lips, her milk-soaked cleavage — and she caught what she could with an open tongue and swallowed it with the desperate, grateful expression of someone receiving a gift.

The cave then bore silent, dripping witness to everything that followed.

He folded her in half — thick thighs pressed to her own milk-streaked shoulders, her pregnant belly compressed between them, her pussy presented perfectly — and ’plunged’ into her with a downward angle that made her squirt three times before he finished, her body functioning less like a woman and more like a fountain that had lost its off-switch.

He bent her over the moss-covered rocks — her belly hanging heavy below her, swinging with every thrust, the chains clinking against stone — and bred her from behind with long, grinding strokes while pulling the chains slowly, timing each pull to each deep ’roll’ of his hips until she was sobbing her thanks into the rock face.

He gripped her hair, forced her mouth open, and fucked her throat with the same methodical patience he had shown her pussy — holding her nose against his pelvis until her eyes streamed and her throat convulsed — then pulling back to let her spit and gasp — and then pressing forward again, her swallowing reflex milking him down to the root.

She swallowed every load.

She stopped counting somewhere around the fifth.

Eventually the rhythmic, wet sounds ceased entirely.

The cave went quiet — only the ’drip, drip, drip’ of water and the shallow, ragged breathing of what remained of the Queen.

Cang lay on his back in the soft wet grass, chest rising and falling evenly, entirely coated in a layered map of every fluid she owned.

He looked like a man who had gone for a pleasant walk.

A few feet away, the Queen lay in a crumpled, magnificent heap.

Her thick figure was an absolute ruin — skin bruised and painted white in overlapping layers of dried and fresh cum, her massive pregnant belly resting heavily on the ground like a beached treasure, coated in fluids from every direction.

Her breasts were inflamed and red, the golden chains tangled beneath them in a wet knot, the pierced nipples leaking in slow, exhausted drops that traced crooked paths across bruised skin.

She looked dead.

Cang glanced at her sideways from under his lashes.

"Hmm," he murmured, entirely to himself. "Boring. I think I broke her completely. If she’s dead, I suppose there’s no reason to heal her daughter."

The words hung in the damp air like a hook.

For a long moment, the heap of flesh didn’t move.

Then — a twitch.

Her fingers curled into the wet grass, nails pressing into the soil, finding purchase, ’pulling.’

’Get up.’

’Get UP.’

’He’ll let her die. He’ll let her die and you are lying here like you’ve already given up when you haven’t — you will never — you will crawl before you will let her—’

’...and you want to crawl anyway.’