Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 377- Mamoon got her Moon Taken

He turned toward Mamoon.

"Mother-in-law." His voice was casual, like they were discussing the weather. "By the way, have you ever tried anal?"

The question hung between them like a drawn blade.

Mamoon blinked from where she lay trembling on the bed, her massive breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Milk still leaked from her swollen nipples—evidence of what he’d just done to her. Her yellow cat eyes struggled to focus through the fog of exhaustion, confusion bleeding into the flush still coloring her face.

"What?" The word came out hoarse, broken.

"Your ass." Tianlong’s tone didn’t change. Conversational. Clinical, almost. "Have you ever taken a cock there?"

Her ears flattened against her skull immediately. Instinct. "I—that’s—what kind of question is that?!" Her voice cracked halfway through, caught between outrage and genuine bewilderment. "Of course not! Why would anyone—that’s not where—it doesn’t make ’sense’!"

Something about her confusion tugged at him. Not pity—he’d long since buried that weakness. But ’interest’. She genuinely didn’t understand. In this matriarchal realm where women dominated and men were kept as breeding tools, the idea of a man claiming ’that’ territory didn’t compute for her.

Which made it perfect.

Tianlong’s lips curved. "Good." He moved toward her, cock still impossibly hard despite everything they’d just done. "Then I’ll be your first there too."

The possessiveness in those words made his own chest tighten slightly. When had claiming firsts started to ’matter’ beyond the system rewards? He pushed the thought away.

"Wait—" Mamoon tried to scramble backward, but her body betrayed her. Muscles like jelly, thick thighs trembling uselessly as she propped herself on her elbows. "You can’t—I didn’t agree to—that’s not how this ’works’!"

His hand caught her ankle.

Firm. Unyielding.

"HNGH—!"

He pulled, dragging her across cum-soaked sheets toward him. Her breasts bounced wildly, slapping together with wet sounds that made his cock throb. Her pussy—still gaping from his earlier conquest, still leaking thick globs of his seed—left a white trail across the fabric.

For a moment, watching that trail, Tianlong felt something twist in his gut. ’Pride’? ’Satisfaction’? Or something darker—the knowledge that he was reshaping her, permanently marking territory inside a woman who’d probably never even ’conceived’ of this kind of violation.

The Villain System pulsed approval in the back of his mind, feeding on her mounting fear.

He crushed the hesitation. "Turn over."

"No—" she started.

He didn’t wait.

His hands gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach in one fluid motion. The suddenness made her gasp—face pressed into bedsheets that reeked of their previous fucking, ass thrust up involuntarily from the angle.

"On your belly," he repeated, voice dropping to something darker. "Spread your legs, mother-in-law."

Mamoon’s claws dug into sheets, shredding fabric. "I won’t—you can’t make me—I’m not some—"

SMACK!

His palm came down on her ass hard enough to make the thick flesh ripple like water. The crack echoed through the pleasure palace.

"AHHHN—!"

The sting radiated through her entire body, and—’there’—her pussy clenched involuntarily. More of his cum leaked out, dripping down her inner thigh. Her body responding even as her mind screamed refusal.

Tianlong saw it. The way her hips shifted microscopically toward him even as her claws tore silk. "I said," he growled, hand kneading the reddening cheek with possessive intensity, "spread your legs."

Something in his tone—command braided with dark promise—made her body obey before conscious thought could intervene.

Her thick thighs parted. Slowly. Reluctantly. Trembling as they spread wide.

The position exposed everything. Her gaping pussy still twitching, cum oozing out in steady streams. And above it, nestled between her ass cheeks—her asshole. Tight, puckered, completely untouched. The pink ring clenched nervously, as if sensing what was coming.

"Beautiful," Tianlong murmured, and meant it.

Not just physically. The ’moment’ was beautiful. The conquest. The way fear and arousal were bleeding together in her scent, how her maternal body—designed for nurturing—was about to be claimed in the most degrading way possible.

His cock twitched at the thought.

He positioned himself carefully, moving to sit on her back thigh. His weight pressed down, pinning her leg, ass settling on the thick muscle. His cock—all nine inches, thick as her wrist, still slick with their mixed fluids—lay across the crack of her ass. The length spanned from her tailbone to her lower back, hot and heavy against her skin.

Mamoon turned her head, looking back over her shoulder.

Her eyes went impossibly wide.

"That won’t fit," she whispered, voice trembling with genuine terror now. Not arousal. Not reluctance. ’Fear’. "It’s too big—it’ll tear me apart—I’ll ’die’!"

And there—’there’—Tianlong felt it. The flicker of something that wasn’t system-programmed lust. Wasn’t villain-route domination.

Concern.

Not enough to stop him. But enough to make him adjust his position, line himself up more carefully than he’d planned. Enough to make his next words come out quieter.

"It’ll fit," he said simply.

The head of his cock pressed directly against her asshole. The tight ring resisted immediately, clenching harder.

"NO—wait—’please’—this is wrong!" Mamoon’s hands scrambled forward, trying to crawl away. "I don’t understand—men aren’t supposed to—this isn’t how mating ’works’!"

’Men aren’t supposed to.’

The words hit something deep in Tianlong’s psyche. In this world, she was right. Men were protected. Kept safe. Used for breeding when necessary but never allowed to ’dominate’. Never allowed to claim.

He was rewriting the rules of an entire realm, one hole at a time.

The thought should have felt triumphant. Instead it felt... heavy.

He leaned forward, chest pressing against her back. His weight crushed her into the mattress, making escape impossible. His hands shot forward, grabbing both her wrists and pinning them above her head. Fingers interlaced with hers—an intimacy that contradicted the brutality of what he was about to do.

"Shhhhh," he whispered against her cat ear, breath hot. "Just relax, mother-in-law. I’ll teach you things your husband never could."

’Teach’. Not ’force’. Not ’take’.

Even now, even corrupted by the Villain System, some part of him needed to frame this as ’education’. As if that made it better.

"I—I can’t—this is too—"

He pushed.

The head of his cock forced past the tight ring of muscle, spreading her ass open with brutal, relentless pressure.

"NNNNNGHHHHHHH!"

Mamoon’s scream was raw, primal, echoing through the dimensional space. Her entire body went rigid—every muscle locking as burning pain exploded from her ass. The stretch was immediate, overwhelming, ’impossible’.

It ’hurt’.

Gods, it hurt.

Her asshole had never taken ’anything’—not fingers, not toys, nothing—and now his massive cockhead was splitting her open, forcing tight walls apart inch by agonizing inch.

"STOP—PLEASE—IT’S TEARING—YOU’RE ’TEARING’ ME!" Her voice cracked, broke, dissolved into desperate sobs.

Tianlong held still with just the head inside. His own breathing came heavy, labored—her ass was crushing him, gripping so tight it almost hurt even ’him’.

And in that moment, feeling her pain translated through the impossible tightness, he had a choice.

Push through. Break her completely. Claim what the system demanded.

Or...

"Breathe," he commanded, voice rougher than intended. "Breathe through it, mother-in-law."

Not cruelty. ’Instruction’.

"I—I CAN’T—IT BURNS—IT’S SPLITTING ME IN HALF!" Tears streamed down her face, soaking into sheets beneath her.

From the adjacent bed, Thessa lifted her head weakly. Her blue eyes, still glazed from her own brutal fucking, focused on the scene.

And went impossibly wide.

She could see ’everything’. See Mamoon’s ass stretched obscenely around Tianlong’s cockhead, the tight ring pulled taut and trembling. See how pink inner walls were visible, gripping desperately at the invasion. See Mamoon’s red tail—bushy and thick—sandwiched between Tianlong’s hard abdomen and her back, the fur pressed flat and matted with sweat.

"Oh gods," Thessa breathed, her own asshole clenching in sympathetic response. "That little hole—it’s so stretched—how is it even—"

"HNNNGH—!" Mamoon sobbed harder, hands fisting uselessly in Tianlong’s grip. "Please—take it out—I’ll do ’anything’—just take it out!"

But Tianlong pushed deeper.

SCHLORP!

Another inch sank in. Then another.

"GYAAAAAHHHH!"

Mamoon’s back arched violently, spine bending at an impossible angle. Her massive breasts, pressed into the mattress, squashed outward from the pressure. Milk sprayed from her nipples in small jets, soaking sheets beneath her.

Her pussy clenched and unclenched rapidly, more cum gushing out—his seed mixed with her own arousal, creating a puddle on the bed.

’Her arousal.’

Tianlong felt it through their connection. Felt how her body was betraying her mind, turning agony into something else. The Pain-to-Pleasure Conversion ability was working, yes—but not completely. This was raw. Real. Her nervous system misfiring, trying to categorize sensations it had no framework for.

"So tight," he groaned, voice rough with barely controlled lust. "Your ass is crushing me even harder than your pussy did, mother-in-law."

Three inches. Four. Five.

Each inch made her scream louder, voice cracking and breaking. The stretch was overwhelming, her ass forced to accommodate what should be anatomically impossible. Tight walls rippled around him, trying desperately to adjust, to push him out, to do ’anything’ but accept this invasion.

"I CAN FEEL IT—HNNNGH—IN MY BELLY—YOU’RE—YOU’RE GOING TOO DEEP!" Mamoon’s words slurred together, broken by sobs and moans. "MY INSIDES—YOU’RE REARRANGING MY INSIDES!"

She wasn’t wrong.

Six inches. Seven.

Tianlong’s balls finally pressed against her pussy lips, the heavy orbs resting against her swollen, cum-dripping entrance. He was almost fully inside now, her ass completely impaled on his thickness.

"NOOOO—TOO MUCH—YOU’LL BREAK ME—YOU’LL ’KILL’ ME!"

Eight inches.

Fully hilted.

His cock buried completely in her ass, tight walls gripping every inch, pulsing and clenching around the massive invasion. Her tail, still trapped between their bodies, twitched weakly.

Mamoon went silent.

Her mouth hung open in a soundless scream, eyes rolled back showing only whites. Drool pooled beneath her face, mixing with her tears.

And Tianlong—already going as far as to impregnate her—felt something crack in his chest.

’I just took something from her that she didn’t even know could be taken.’

The thought should have brought satisfaction. System rewards. Corruption points.

Instead it felt... complicated.

"There," he said, voice surprisingly gentle as one hand released her wrist to stroke her cat ear. "You took all of me, mother-in-law. Every single inch in your ass."

The tenderness in his tone clashed violently with the brutality of what he’d just done.

He pulled back slowly—one inch, two inches—and she gasped like she was drowning, air flooding back into her lungs.

Then he pushed forward.

SCHLORP!

"AHHHHHHHH!"