Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 422- Loss of Morality

Tianlong pulled his cock from Nira’s used body and turned to face the crowd. Hundreds of women—Amazonian and catkin—stood naked before him, their eyes glazed with desperate hunger.

His cock jutted out, still rock-hard despite just cumming, coated in blood and cum from the virgin.

And then, as one, they moved.

Like bitches in heat responding to their alpha, every woman in the hallway dropped to their knees.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The sound of hundreds of knees hitting marble echoed through the space. Breasts of all sizes bounced with the impact—massive Amazonian tits swaying, smaller catkin breasts jiggling.

They didn’t wait for permission.

The closest women surged forward, hands reaching, mouths opening, desperate to touch, to taste, to worship.

A thick Amazonian woman with dark nipples reached him first. Her mouth opened wide and she swallowed his cockhead.

"Mmmph!"

Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, tasting the mixture of blood and cum coating him.

But she wasn’t alone.

Two catkin women—one with grey ears, one with black—positioned themselves on either side and started licking along his shaft where it emerged from the first woman’s mouth.

Slurp! Slurp!

Their tongues worked in tandem, cleaning him, worshipping him.

Another Amazonian—this one with tribal tattoos covering her massive breasts—knelt behind the cocksucking woman and took one of his balls into her mouth.

"Nnngh..." She moaned around the heavy orb, sucking gently, her tongue rolling the sensitive skin.

More women pressed in.

A petite catkin with orange ears kissed his muscular thigh, her small hands groping the hard muscle.

A thick Amazonian with stretch marks on her hips kissed his other thigh, her massive breasts pressing against his leg.

Someone’s hands gripped his ass cheeks, kneading the firm muscle.

Another woman kissed his lower abs, her tongue tracing the defined V leading to his cock.

They were everywhere. Dozens of soft bodies pressed against his hard frame. The contrast was stark—his body was carved steel, golden and defined, while they were all soft flesh, curves and jiggle.

Tianlong stood like a horny god being worshipped by his devoted followers.

His hands reached out and grabbed two women—one on each side.

On his right was Kara, the Amazonian leader. Her breasts were absolutely massive, each one the size of a melon, with dark areolas and stiff nipples.

On his left was Lysa, the grey-eared catkin who’d argued earlier. Her breasts were smaller but perky, with pink nipples pointing upward.

He pulled them both close and kissed Kara first.

SMOOCH!

His tongue invaded her mouth brutally, dominating her completely. She moaned into his mouth, her body going soft against him.

While kissing her, his hand found Lysa’s clit.

PINCH!

"AHHN!" Lysa gasped, her body jerking. The cruel pinch sent lightning through her nervous system.

He broke the kiss with Kara and immediately captured Lysa’s lips.

SMOOCH!

His tongue swept through her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. And his hand moved to Kara’s nipple.

TWIST!

"NGHH!" Kara whimpered, but pressed closer, offering herself to the pain-pleasure.

Below them, the women servicing his cock worked frantically.

The Amazonian sucking him pulled back with a wet pop, saliva and fluids dripping from her lips. Immediately another woman—a catkin with white hair—replaced her, swallowing him just as desperately.

"Glkk! Ghhk!" She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away.

The women licking his shaft never stopped. Their tongues traced every vein, every ridge, coating him in saliva until he was absolutely drenched.

"Master tastes so good..."

"So thick... I can barely fit it..."

"More... I need more..."

Their desperate voices filled the air, mixing with the wet sounds of sucking and licking.

Tianlong released Lysa’s mouth and looked down at the swarm of women at his feet.

"Enough," he commanded.

They all pulled back immediately, looking up at him with glazed eyes, saliva dripping from their chins.

"On the floor," he ordered. "Spread out."

The women obeyed, creating a carpet of flesh. They lay on their backs, side by side, hundreds of naked bodies covering the marble floor. Breasts of all sizes pointing upward. Legs spreading. Pussies dripping.

Tianlong looked down at this ocean of flesh and selected his first target.

A thick Amazonian woman with copper skin and massive hips. Her name was Zara. Her thighs were so thick they pressed together even with her legs spread. Her breasts were heavy, with dark areolas the size of saucers.

He knelt between her legs.

"M-Master!" Zara gasped, her dark eyes wide with desperate need.

Tianlong grabbed her thick thighs and pushed them up and back until her knees were pressed against her own massive breasts, squashing them flat.

Mating press.

"Yes! Please! Breed me!"

He lined up and thrust.

SLAM!

"GYAHHH!!!"

All nine inches buried in one stroke. Her pussy stretched wide, her walls gripping him desperately.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

He pounded her brutally, his hips hammering against her thick ass, making the substantial flesh ripple like water.

But he wasn’t alone.

The women around them—unable to be fucked yet but desperate for contact—pressed their bodies against him.

A catkin woman with small, perky breasts pressed against his back, her nipples dragging across his skin as she kissed his shoulder blades.

Another Amazonian with massive tits pressed against his left side, her soft mounds squishing against his hard ribs.

A third woman on his right, grinding her wet pussy against his thigh, leaving a trail of arousal.

Hands everywhere. Touching his arms, his chest, his abs. Soft feminine touches on hard masculine muscle.

"AHHN! YES! FUCK ME! BREED ME!" Zara screamed beneath him.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Her pussy gushed, squirting around his cock, but he didn’t stop.

Then he pulled out.

SCHLORP!

"NO! DON’T STOP!" Zara wailed, but he was already moving.

His next target was right beside Zara—a petite catkin named Mina with small breasts and a tight body. Her orange eyes were glazed with need.

He grabbed her ankle and lifted one leg straight up, holding it against his shoulder.

Leg hook position.

His other hand grabbed her hip for leverage.

SLAM!

"HIEKK!!!" Her scream was high-pitched as he entered her much tighter pussy.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He fucked her in this position, her leg held high, her small breasts bouncing with each thrust.

More women pressed against him. Like ants on jaggery, they swarmed, unable to resist the masculine energy radiating from him.

A woman with massive sagging breasts pressed them against his back, the soft weight dragging across his skin as she moved.

Another with firm, perky tits rubbed against his arm, her stiff nipples leaving trails.

Someone’s lips sucked on his shoulder. Another mouth kissed his bicep. Tongues licked his abs.

"Master! Master! Master!" The chant filled the air.

Tianlong pulled out of Mina and immediately moved to the next woman.

An Amazonian named Hela with tribal scars on her thick thighs and an ass that defied gravity. He flipped her onto her stomach, grabbed her hips, and yanked them up.

Doggy style.

SLAM!

"FUCK!!!" Hela cursed as he entered her from behind.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Her massive ass rippled with each impact, waves of flesh traveling through her copper skin. The sight was hypnotic.

Women continued swarming him. One brave catkin slid underneath where he was fucking Hela and started sucking his balls while they swung with each thrust.

"Mmmph... nnngh..."

Another woman kissed his chest while he pounded Hela. Her hands roamed his pecs, feeling the hard muscle.

He pulled out and moved again.

A catkin with grey hair and ice-blue eyes—not a queen, but similar features. Her name was Sira. Small waist, wide hips, medium breasts with pink nipples.

He pinned her in mating press again.

SLAM!

"AHHHH!!!"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Her walls gripped him perfectly, her pussy molding to his shape.

And still the other women swarmed. Soft bodies rubbing against his hard frame. Different sized breasts—from tiny A-cups to massive H-cups—all pressing against him, jiggling, bouncing as they moved.

Lips everywhere. Kissing. Sucking. Licking.

"You’re ours!"

"We worship you!"

"Fill us! All of us!"

Tianlong moved from woman to woman like a machine. Fucking one for minutes, then pulling out and moving to the next. Each pussy different—some tight, some loose, some gripping, some gushing.

Each body unique—thick Amazonians with massive tits and asses, petite catkins with small breasts and tight bodies, everything in between.

He fucked them all.

Mating press. Doggy. Missionary. Leg hook. Standing. Every position.

And through it all, the other women never stopped touching him. His body was constantly covered in soft feminine flesh, their desperate need making them cling to any part of him they could reach.

This was worship. This was submission. This was power.

Though it seemed, the one indulging was loosing soemthing alongside all.of.it.

[ Host morality decreased by 10%: Curruption of 100s of women adding Villain Aura points.]

[ Sub-Quest Openings to set targets: Impregnate a loyal housewife named Samantha and her 20-year-old daughter together in a threesome from the Rabbit Clan Tribe (Consent Based Corruption) ]