Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 276- Maternal Care

She stopped fighting.

Her hands slid from his chest to his forearms, and gripped.

He lined himself up against her entrance — her soaked, swollen, completely ruined pussy that had taken him more times than she had the capacity to count anymore — and pressed inward.

The angle was ’different.’

Deeper. Catastrophically deeper, the head of him dragging against a wall inside her that sent a full-body shudder rippling outward from her core to the tips of her chained, aching nipples.

"’Hnnngh’—!"

Her thighs trembled in his grip.

Her legs wrapped around his waist — not commanded, not requested, not even fully conscious — her thick calves crossing over each other at the small of his back, locking, ’pulling.’

PAH.

"’Ohhh’—!"

PAH. PAH.

"A-Ahh... ’nghh’... it’s — that angle — ’ohh’—"

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"’Hngh~! Aahnn~!! MMPH~~!!’"

He was not gentle.

He had never been gentle. But the mating press gave him ’leverage’ — let him drive downward with his full weight behind every thrust, his pubic bone grinding against her swollen clit on every downstroke, the wet slap of their bodies ringing sharp and obscene in the enclosed cave space.

Her belly compressed between them with every forward press of his hips, the round, fluid-heavy mass of it trapped and swaying in the narrow space, and she could feel it — feel the fullness of it, the weight of it, the ’realness’ of it — and somehow that sensation tangled with everything else her nervous system was drowning in until it stopped being separate.

It was all one thing.

Him. Her. The weight. The heat. The stretch.

PAH. PAH.

"’Unnh... unnh... aahh—’"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"’AAHH~! NGHH~!! HAAhh~~!!’"

He lowered his head.

His mouth found her left breast — the inflamed, milk-heavy mound that his chain-pull had already punished — and he closed his lips around the raw nipple without the slightest ceremony and ’sucked.’

The milk came immediately, the let-down reflex triggering with humiliating speed — a thick, warm flood that filled his mouth, ran from the corners of his lips, dripped from his jaw onto her belly in small, white splashes.

"’AANGH’—!!"

Her back arched off the ground as much as the mating press allowed — her legs locking ’tighter’ around his waist, her heels pressing into the base of his spine — her hands flying to the back of his head and pressing it harder against her breast with the desperate, involuntary strength of someone who had no idea what they were doing anymore.

’He’s drinking me. He’s inside me and he’s drinking me and I’m—’

’—I’m feeding him. I’m feeding him and it feels like—’

’—like I’m supposed to. Like this is what I am for.’

That thought should have horrified her.

The warm, spreading glow that followed it should have horrified her more.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

He was still fucking her through all of it — his hips hadn’t stopped, wouldn’t stop — each thrust rolling forward and ’down’, grinding his entire length against her front wall while his mouth worked her nipple with a suction that turned her milk-leak into a flow.

"’Ahh’—’ahh’—Master—’ahhnn’—drinking my—’please’—’ahnn’—"

Her words dissolved.

Not into silence but into pure, liquid sound — half-moan, half-sob, half-something that didn’t have a category.

PAH! PAH!

"’MMPH~~!! AANGH~~!!’"

PAAAH!

"’AAAHHHNN~~!!’"

His pace built.

Steadily, methodically — the way it always did with him, the way that terrified her more than sudden violence because it meant he was ’working toward something’ and she was the thing being worked — each thrust gaining a fraction more force, a fraction more depth, his pubic bone dropping harder against her clit with every landing.

Her legs were shaking.

Not from effort — from the effort of ’holding on.’ Her calves had locked so tight around his waist that the muscles burned, her whole lower body vibrating with the cumulative force of every thrust that kept compressing her against the ground.

Her breasts bounced with the rhythm.

Heavily, wildly — the chains clinking out of sync, milk spraying in disconnected arcs from the one not in his mouth, tracing white lines across her collarbone, her chin, the grass beside her head.

’Something is coming.’

’Something is—’

’—it’s happening again — I can’t stop — I can’t—’

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"’Ahh—ahh—I’m—Master—I’m going to—AHH—’"

The pressure inside her crested.

Her pussy clenched down around him — not the practiced, voluntary grip of a woman trying to please but the involuntary, bone-crushing clench of a body that had reached its absolute limit and simply ’seized’ — her anal walls memory-echoing the same reflex, her entire pelvic floor locking in one devastating, full-body convulsion.

PAH! PAH!

Her back slammed into the ground.

Her eyes went wide — blown completely open — pupils blown to black, irises swallowed, tears pouring freely — her mouth frozen in a silent O with nothing coming out because her lungs had locked the same moment everything else did.

"KKKYAAIINNNGGH~~!!!"

Pure, total, brain-empty ahegao — her beautiful, regal face reduced to its most animal expression, tongue pressing to the back of her lower teeth, eyes rolled up past focusing on anything, jaw slack, and utterly, devastatingly ’present’ in the complete absence of thought.

Cang lifted his head from her breast.

He looked at her face.

Something shifted in his expression — not softness, never softness — but ’interest’, the sharp, focused interest of a man who had just found something genuinely worth his attention.

He felt her pussy tightening.

Not clenching — ’tightening’, the walls closing around him in slow, rhythmic, milking pulses that traveled up his entire length in sequence, her body working in complete autonomy while her conscious mind had entirely checked out.

He brought his mouth to her nipple.

And bit.

"’AAAAAHHH’—!!!"

The scream cracked the cave’s silence like a stone through glass — her whole body jolting, her legs locking hard enough around his waist to leave marks, her hands clawing up his back with the full-length drag of broken nails — and the bite sent a fresh, hard spray of milk directly into his mouth, warm and sharp and ’immediate.’

He swallowed.

His hips snapped forward — once, twice, ’three times’ — hard, deliberate, grinding thrusts that dragged his cockhead in slow circles against her front wall while her orgasm was still actively dismantling her — and then he ’stilled.’

Buried to the hilt.

’Throb.’

’Throb.’

’Throb.’

The first rope of cum that flooded into her womb was scorching — she felt it land like a brand against her inner walls, the heat of it startling enough to drag a sound from her even through the fog — and then the second, and the third, each pulse of his release pumping deep while he held her folded and pinned and completely unable to receive it as anything other than exactly what it was.

’Filling me.’

’He’s filling me again.’

’I can feel every — every single — it’s so hot — it’s—’

He kept moving.

Short, rolling thrusts — ’fucking through his own release’, the obscene wet pull of her stuffed cunt audible with every micro-withdrawal, his cum already beginning to work back out around his shaft in small, warm trickles that ran down the inside of her pressed thigh — while her pussy continued its helpless, milking grip on him as though trying to take more than he’d already given.

PAH. PAH.

Slower now. Deep and rolling.

Her voice had gone entirely soft.

Not broken — ’emptied.’ Like every hard thing in it had been removed and what was left was the distilled, warm, trembling core of a woman who had nothing left to protect and had somehow stopped caring.

"’Mmmnh’... ’ahhh’... ’Mas...ter’..."