Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 379- Finally Conquered Two Rivals

"AAAAHHH! H-HUSBAND! IT’S TOO BIG—MY ASS! YOU’RE RIPPING MY ASSSS!"

Thessa’s scream tore through the pleasure tent, raw and desperate, mixing with the wet, meaty sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! SCHLORP!

Tianlong stood in the center of the room like a conqueror, his feet planted firmly on the cum-stained rug. In his arms, he held Thessa completely suspended off the ground.

Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her ankles locked behind his back in a desperate bid for stability.

She was facing him, clinging to his broad shoulders, her face buried in the crook of his neck as she sobbed. But the real action was happening below.

Tianlong’s hands gripped her thick, muscular buttocks, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hauled her body up and down. Impaling her. Using gravity as a weapon.

His massive cock—still slick from Mamoon’s destruction—was buried hilt-deep in Thessa’s tight, virgin asshole.

"Look at you," Tianlong growled, his voice vibrating against her ear. "The mighty Rabbit Commander, crying like a bitch because of a little stretching."

"I-It’s not little!" Thessa wailed, lifting her tear-streaked face to look at him. Her blue eyes were blown wide, pupils trembling. "It’s huge! It’s splitting me! P-please... I can’t take it anymore!"

"You can. And you will."

He didn’t stop. He bent his knees slightly and then drove upward, snapping his hips with brutal force.

THWACK!

"GYAAAAHH!"

The impact sent a shockwave through her body. Her rabbit ears stiffened straight up, trembling violently.

And down below, in the shadow of this brutal union, Mamoon was witnessing everything.

The proud Cat Commander was on her knees, her red hair messy and matted with sweat. Her own ass—now red, swollen, and gaping slightly from where Tianlong had just spent the last hour breaking her—throbbed with a dull, burning ache. But she couldn’t focus on her pain.

Her yellow eyes were locked on the sight just inches from her face.

Because Thessa was suspended above her, Mamoon had a front-row seat to the violation. She watched, mesmerized and horrified, as Tianlong’s thick, vein-covered shaft disappeared into Thessa’s puckered hole.

It was impossible. Thessa’s asshole was a tight, pink ring of muscle, utterly unsuited for something of that size. Yet, with every downward bounce Tianlong forced, Mamoon saw the ring stretch. She saw the skin turn translucent, whitening under the strain, gripping the intruder so tightly it looked like it might tear.

"So... big..." Mamoon whispered, her voice cracking.

Tears streamed down her cheeks—tears of humiliation, exhaustion, and a strange, twisted arousal she couldn’t suppress.

"Suck them," Tianlong’s command dropped from above, hitting her like a physical weight.

Mamoon flinched. She looked at the heavy sac dangling right in front of her nose. His balls were swollen, heavy with the seed he hadn’t yet spent on Thessa. They slapped against her chin with every thrust Tianlong made into the rabbit woman.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"I... I..." Mamoon tried to hesitate, her pride flaring one last time.

"Do it, mother-in-law," Tianlong said, not even looking down. He just hauled Thessa up again, preparing for another gravity-assisted pile-driver. "Unless you want me to put you back on the bed and finish what we started?"

Mamoon’s body shuddered. Her ass clenched in phantom pain. No. Not again. Not yet.

With a broken sob, she opened her mouth.

She leaned forward and took his balls into her mouth. They were hot, musky, tasting of sweat and the faint, iron tang of Thessa’s virgin blood that had trickled down. She swirled her tongue around the wrinkled skin, cupping the heavy weight, trying to please him.

"Good kitty," Tianlong praised absently.

Then he slammed Thessa down again.

SCHLLLLLORP!

"NNNNGH! STOP! PLEASE! I’M BROKEN! I’M GOING TO BREAK!" Thessa screamed, her fingernails digging bloody crescents into Tianlong’s back.

As her asshole was ruthlessly reamed, her body sought any release it could find. Her pussy, neglected but overstimulated by the sheer proximity of the invasion, began to weep.

Drip.

Mamoon felt it first. A warm, sticky droplet landed on her cheek. Then another on her nose.

She blinked, looking up past Tianlong’s balls. She saw juices leaking from Thessa’s nether lips—not clear arousal fluid, but a thick, milky mixture of fear-sweat and uncontrolled lubrication. It dripped down, coating Tianlong’s shaft, making the anal fucking sound even wetter.

Squelch. Plap.

"Look at her, Mamoon," Tianlong grunted, looking down at the cat woman sucking him off. "Your rival is leaking all over you. She’s enjoying it."

"I’M NOT!" Thessa shrieked, though her hips twitched, trying to accommodate the girth. "IT HURTS! IT BURNS!"

"Pain is just pleasure leaving the body, Thessa."

Tianlong’s hand left her ass cheek to grab her throat, forcing her head back. He kissed her deeply, silencing her screams, swallowing her protests.

Down below, Mamoon couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of Thessa’s stretched hole, the taste of his musk, the sound of the wet slapping—it broke something in her brain.

Her hand moved.

Trembling, Mamoon reached between her own legs. Her fingers brushed her swollen, battered pussy lips. They were sensitive, almost painful to touch, but the need was overwhelming.

She slid two fingers inside her own wet heat.

Squelch.

"Oh gods..." she moaned around his balls, her tongue working faster.

She fingered herself rhythmically, her eyes never leaving the sight of Tianlong’s cock disappearing into Thessa. It was sick. It was wrong. She was the Commander of the Red Cat Tribe, a warrior of the 5th Inner Circle... and here she was, masturbating while eating a man’s balls as he sodomized her enemy.

And she had never been wetter.

Above her, Tianlong felt the shift. Thessa’s internal walls were beginning to spasm. The tightness was giving way to a rhythmic, desperate clenching. She wasn’t fighting him anymore; she was milking him.

"That’s it," Tianlong growled, his own control fraying. "Take it. Take the husband’s seed."

He released Thessa’s legs, letting gravity do the rest. He grabbed her hips, locking her in place, and began to piston his hips with blurring speed.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

"AAAAH! AAAH! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING FROM MY ASS! NOOO!" Thessa wailed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

The prostate stimulation—or whatever the female equivalent was in this cultivation world—hit her like a lightning bolt. Her body went rigid in his arms.

"Take it!"

Tianlong gave one final, brutal upward thrust, burying himself so deep he felt like he touched her soul.

"HNNNNNNGH!"

PFFT! SPLURT!

His cock erupted.

Thick, potent ropes of semen shot out, flooding Thessa’s bowels with high-pressure force.

Thessa’s scream died in her throat, replaced by a strangled gasp as she felt her insides filling up. It was hot—scalding hot. She could feel her stomach physically bloating, the sheer volume of his load expanding her intestines.

"Fill up," Tianlong hissed, emptying himself completely. "Become my container."

Below, Mamoon felt the balls in her mouth drain, felt the urethra pulse against her cheek. She whimpered, her fingers flying against her clit in a frenzy until—

"GYAAH!"

She convulsed, squirting violently onto the floor, her orgasm ripping through her just as Tianlong finished filling Thessa.

For a long moment, the only sound in the tent was ragged breathing and the wet drip-drip of fluids.

Tianlong stood there, holding the twitching Rabbit Commander, while the Cat Commander lay at his feet, broken and spent.

The Villain System pinged in his mind.

[Achievement Unlocked: Dual Conquest]

[Both Commanders Broken. Loyalty +80%]

Tianlong smirked, withdrawing slowly. The sound of his cock leaving Thessa’s gaping, cum-filled rose was obscene.

Pop.

"Sigh," he whispered, dropping Thessa gently onto the pile of cushions next to Mamoon. "Mother-in-law, I will go check on my wives if they finished your queen or not... until then, just take a nap."