Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 358- Yuna’s Determination

"NYAAAAAHHH~! YESH! RIGHT THERE! PLEASH DON’T SHTOP!"

Yuna’s screams echoed through the forest as dawn’s first light began creeping over the horizon. How long had it been? Hours? She’d lost count after the third position—or was it the fifth?

Time bled together in a haze of pleasure and pain.

PHAACK! SCHLKH! PHAACK!

My grip on her tail tightened as I pounded into her from behind, using the sensitive appendage like reins. Her claws dug into the bark of the ancient tree I had her pressed against, leaving deep gouges in the wood.

"You’re doing so well, kitten," I murmured against her ear, my chest pressed to her latex-covered back. The material was slick with sweat and other fluids, clinging to every curve. "Your pussy keeps getting tighter. Does it feel good?"

"YESH! SHO GOOD! I CAN’T—HNNGH—I CAN’T THINK ANYMORE!"

My free hand slid around to her front, fingers finding her swollen clit through the strategically placed opening in her suit. I pinched it—hard.

"GYAAAAHHH!"

Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice as another orgasm ripped through her. I’d stopped counting those too. Ten? Fifteen? She came so easily now, her body trained to respond to my every touch.

’She’s completely broken in,’ I thought, feeling her inner walls flutter weakly around my shaft. ’But she’s still conscious. Impressive.’

I pulled out suddenly, ignoring her disappointed whimper.

"No—please—don’t shtop—"

"We’re just changing positions, kitten." I grabbed her hips and spun her around, pressing her back against the tree. "I want to see your face this time."

Her golden eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. The latex suit was torn in several places now—around her breasts, between her legs, along her thighs where my claws had caught the material.

’So fucking pretty when she’s ruined.’

I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted. She was light—too light, really. Her exhausted body offered no resistance as I folded her nearly in half, knees pressed to her shoulders, completely exposed and helpless.

"W-wait—thish position—I can’t—AAAAHHHNNNGH!"

I slammed home, burying myself to the hilt in one thrust. The new angle let me go even deeper, my cockhead kissing her cervix with every stroke.

PAHKK! SCHLKH! PAHKK!

"Look at me, Yuna."

Her unfocused eyes struggled to find mine.

"You’re gorgeous like this," I said, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Completely. Fucking. Mine."

"Y-yoursh," she gasped. "All yoursh, Mashter—HNNGH!"

I shifted my grip, using her breasts as handles instead. My fingers sank into the soft flesh, feeling her nipples hard as diamonds against my palms. I used the leverage to bounce her on my cock like a toy.

SCHLP! SCHLP! SCHLP!

"NYAAAA~! TOO DEEP! YOU’RE HITTING MY—AHHH—MY WOMB AGAIN!"

"That’s right. I’m going to fill it up again. Would you like that?"

"YESH! PLEASH! GIVE ME MORE!"

Her words were slurred, barely coherent. But her body told the truth—her pussy was drenched, her juices mixing with my cum from earlier, creating obscene wet sounds with every thrust.

The sun had set somewhere during the fourth or fifth position. I remembered fucking her against a different tree while she faced me, legs wrapped around my waist, screaming as I used Nature affinity to make vines wrap around her wrists and ankles.

She’d looked so perfect suspended there, completely at my mercy, her body stretched taut like a offering while I took what I wanted.

Then came the position on the moss-covered boulder, where I’d made her ride me while controlling her movements with threads of energy.

She’d begged so prettily, sobbing about how she couldn’t move, couldn’t control her own body, could only take what I gave her.

Now the moon was setting, giving way to dawn’s first light.

’She’s been taking my cock for nearly twelve hours straight,’ I realized with dark satisfaction. ’And she’s still here. Still trying.’

"Mashter—I’m—I’m going to—HNNNNGH!"

"Not yet." I slowed my thrusts deliberately, keeping her on the edge. "You don’t get to cum until I say so."

"PLEASH! I NEED—I CAN’T HOLD—"

"Yes, you can." My thumb found her clit again, rubbing slow circles that made her whole body shake. "You’re such a good girl, Yuna. So obedient. So eager to please me."

Tears streamed down her face. "I jusht—I jusht want to be enough for you—"

Something in my chest tightened at those words, but I pushed it aside.

I pulled out again, and her disappointed mewl was almost pitiful.

"On your knees."

She dropped immediately, legs too weak to support her properly. She collapsed onto the grass, looking up at me with those huge golden eyes.

My cock was right in front of her face—covered in her juices, my cum, traces of her blood. The mix glistened in the growing dawn light.

"Clean it."

She didn’t hesitate. Her pink tongue darted out, licking along my shaft with desperate enthusiasm. The taste had to be overwhelming—bitter, salty, musky—but she didn’t complain.

"Good kitten," I praised, threading my fingers through her red hair. "Take it deeper."

She opened her mouth wider, taking my cockhead past her lips. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, making me grunt with pleasure.

’Finally. She’s learning.’

I pushed deeper, feeling her throat resist. She gagged immediately, eyes watering, but I held her there.

"Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose."

She tried. I felt her struggle, felt her fight against her body’s natural reflex to reject the intrusion. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin.

"That’s it. Just a little more."

GLKK—GLKK—GLKK—

Her throat bulged obscenely as I pushed past her gag reflex. The sensation was incredible—hot, tight, wet, with her swallowing reflexively around my length.

"Fuck, that’s good," I groaned, my hips moving on their own. "Your throat was made for this, wasn’t it?"

She couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but take it. Tears and drool covered her face, mixing with the cum still dried on her cheeks from earlier. She looked absolutely debauched.

Perfect.

I fucked her face for several long minutes, enjoying the wet sounds, the way she struggled and choked but never pulled away. Her hands came up to grip my thighs—not to push me away, but to hold on, to steady herself while I used her mouth like a fucktoy.

When I finally pulled out, she gasped for air, coughing and sputtering.

"Did I do good?" she asked immediately, voice wrecked and hoarse.

"Very good." I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her effortlessly. "Now let’s see how much more you can take."

"I—I can take it all—" Her words were brave, but her body was shaking with exhaustion.

I positioned her with her back against my chest, one arm hooked under each of her knees, spreading her wide. My cock pressed against her entrance from below.

"This position is going to be different," I warned, my breath hot against her ear. "I’m going to use you like a cocksleeve. You’re going to bounce on my dick while I finger your pussy at the same time."

"Wh-what? But your cock ish—if you finger me too—"

"Exactly."

I lowered her slowly, my cock stretching her pussy as I let gravity do the work. She sank down inch by inch, whimpering at the familiar intrusion.

When she was fully seated, impaled on my length, I brought my hand down between her spread legs.

"Wait—Mashter—if you put fingersh in too—NYAAAAAHHH!"