Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 418 - Destroying Yet Another Woman

Two hours passed.

Position four: Reverse cowgirl.

She was on top now, facing away, her thick thighs burning as she tried to bounce herself on his cock. But she was too weak, too exhausted.

His hands gripped her hips and moved her himself, controlling the pace completely.

"I CAN’T... CAN’T EVEN MOVE MYSELF... YOU’RE... YOU’RE CONTROLLING EVERYTHING..."

Two and a half hours passed.

Position five: Sideways.

Both lying on their sides, him behind her, one of her thick legs lifted high and held by his arm while he thrust into her from behind. His other hand reached around to grope her breast, pinching the nipple brutally.

"NGHH! EVEN... EVEN LIKE THIS... YOU CAN FUCK ME... I DIDN’T KNOW... DIDN’T KNOW THESE POSITIONS EXISTED..."

Three hours.

Mira had lost count of how many times she’d cum. Her mind was completely broken, her body nothing but a receptacle for his pleasure.

They were back in mating press now, his favorite position, his cock hammering her womb with relentless precision.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"GONNA... GONNA CUM AGAIN! PLEASE! FILL ME! FILL MY WOMB!"

Tianlong felt his own climax building. His balls tightened, his cock swelled even thicker inside her.

"Before I do," he growled, his hand moving to her clit, "you need something."

His fingers pinched her clit—hard.

PINCH!

"GYAHHHH!!!"

The pain mixed with pleasure sent her over the edge instantly.

GUSHHHHHHH!

She squirted like a fountain, clear fluid shooting upward, spraying everywhere.

And in that moment of peak sensitivity, Tianlong made his move.

From the side table, he grabbed something that had materialized there—a small golden device with a sharp end.

A piercing tool. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Before Mira could process what was happening, he pierced her clit.

STAB!

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Blood mixed with her squirting juices. The pain was incredible, overwhelming, sending shockwaves through her entire body.

But the aphrodisiac in the air made even the pain feel... good?

He quickly inserted a small golden ring through the fresh piercing, sealing it.

Then he moved to her nipples.

Both hands grabbed the stiff, dark peaks.

STAB! STAB!

"NO! NOT MY NIPPLES! THEY’RE TOO SENSITIVE! AHHHHH!"

Two more golden rings, one through each nipple. Blood dripped down her heavy breasts, mixing with sweat and other fluids.

"IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! WHY?! WHY ARE YOU—NGHH!"

"You should get piercings," Tianlong said, his voice thick with lust as he admired his handiwork. "They mark you as mine."

The blood from her piercings mixed with her pussy juices, coating his cock in a mixture of red and white as he continued fucking her.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The new piercings made every movement excruciating and ecstatic at the same time. Each thrust made them shift, sending jolts through her nervous system.

And then foam appeared.

White foam forming where his cock met her pussy—a mixture of her juices, his pre-cum, and the constant friction. It frothed around the base of his shaft, coating his balls, obscene and filthy.

SQUELCH-FOAM-SQUELCH-FOAM!

"I’M... I’M FOAMING! LIKE... LIKE AN ANIMAL IN HEAT!"

Tianlong reached up and grabbed the rings he’d just pierced through her nipples.

YANK!

"GYAHHHHHHH!!!"

He pulled on them, using them like hooks, pulling her breasts upward in an obscene stretch. The pain was incredible, but her pussy clenched even harder in response.

Her eyes rolled back completely again, her expression pure ahegao.

"Now," Tianlong said, his voice dropping to a dark growl, "let’s fuck your anal."

Mira’s eyes widened in horror through her broken expression.

"N-NO! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT—"

"Seeing how thick and bouncy your ass is," he continued, pulling out of her pussy with a wet ’schlorp’, "that place must be tighter than this loose cunt."

Her pussy gaped obscenely, destroyed, leaking fluids and blood, the piercings glinting in the chandelier light.

And Tianlong positioned his cock—covered in foam, blood, and juices—against her virgin asshole.

"PLEASE! I’VE NEVER! NO ONE HAS EVER—"

"Then I’ll be the first," he said simply.

The head of Tianlong’s cock pressed against Mira’s asshole—that virgin, untouched entrance that had never known anything larger than maybe a finger during a hesitant self-exploration years ago.

"P-please... I’m begging... not there..." Mira whimpered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "It won’t fit... you’ll... you’ll tear me apart..."

Tianlong didn’t respond with words.

Instead, he leaned down and spit.

PTUH!

A glob of saliva landed directly on her puckered hole, mixing with the fluids already coating his cock.

"W-what are you—"

He pushed.

Just the tip. Just enough to feel resistance.

Mira’s entire body went rigid.

"nnnnnGHHHH!!!"

It wasn’t a scream yet. It was a sound of pure strain—her throat locked, her lungs frozen, every muscle in her body clenching as her asshole was forced to stretch around something impossibly thick.

The ring of muscle fought back desperately, clenching, trying to reject the intruder.

But Tianlong was patient. He didn’t ram forward. He applied constant, relentless pressure.

Millimeter by millimeter, her asshole stretched.

"hahh... hahh... it’s... it’s not going..." Mira gasped, tears streaming down her face. "stop... please... I’ll do anything else... use my mouth... use my pussy again... just not—"

POP!

The head pushed through.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Now she screamed.

Her asshole stretched impossibly wide around just the swollen head of his cock, the tight ring clamping down like it was trying to cut off circulation.

"BURNING! IT’S BURNING! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!"

But the sensation was unlike anything Mira had ever felt. Yes, there was pain—searing, white-hot pain that made her see stars. But there was also... pressure. Fullness. A stretching that seemed to reach deep into her core, touching nerves she didn’t know existed.

"I... I can feel it... in my stomach..." she sobbed. "Just the tip and I can feel it in my stomach..."

Tianlong’s hands gripped her thick ass cheeks and spread them wider, watching as her asshole stretched obscenely around his cockhead. The sight was incredible—her dark rim pulled taut, already showing tiny stress marks.

"Look at how your body takes me," he growled. "Your ass is eating my cock."

"No! It’s not! I’m not! You’re forcing—NGHHHH!!!"

He pushed deeper.

One inch. Two inches.

Her anal canal was so tight it felt like a vice grip. So hot it was almost scalding. The walls squeezed his shaft from all sides, rippling, trying to push him out.

But he kept going.

Three inches.

"STOP! STOP! SOMETHING’S WRONG! I FEEL... I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO... TO..."

"To shit?" Tianlong finished for her, his voice amused. "That’s normal. Your body thinks you’re expelling something. But you’re not." He pushed deeper. "You’re being filled."

Four inches.

Mira’s hands clawed at the silk sheets, tearing them. Her face was pressed into the mattress, muffling her screams, but her ass was raised high, completely impaled.

"I CAN’T... CAN’T BREATHE... TOO FULL..."

Five inches.

And then something broke.

Not physically—though it felt like it. But mentally.

Mira’s resistance shattered completely. Her asshole, after fighting desperately, suddenly relaxed. Not by choice, but because her body gave up.

And Tianlong took advantage.

SLAM!

The remaining four inches buried in one brutal thrust.

"GYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Mira’s scream was inhuman. Her eyes didn’t just roll back—they stayed rolled back, showing only whites. Her tongue lolled out completely, drool pooling on the sheets. Her fingers and toes curled so hard they cramped.

Every single inch of his nine-inch cock was now buried in her ass.

His balls pressed against her destroyed pussy, her clit piercing catching on his sack.

"glkk... ghhk... khhh..."