Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 88 - Taking the Sacrifice for Himself

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 - Taking the Sacrifice for Himself

She stopped, turned to glare at him, face flushed.

"Are you seriously propositioning a woman walking to her death?" she demanded.

"Why not?" he countered. "You said you’re already dead. Might as well enjoy yourself one last time."

For a moment, he thought she might slap him.

Then—

She laughed again. That same bitter, resigned laugh.

"You’re insane," she said, but continued walking. "Or a pervert. Probably both."

"Definitely both," he agreed cheerfully, still following, still watching her ass sway.

They walked in silence for perhaps another ten minutes, the path growing steeper, the forest thicker.

Until finally—

The woman stopped at the mouth of a large cave.

The opening was perhaps fifteen feet tall, carved naturally by water and time, leading into darkness that seemed to swallow light.

And from that darkness—

Cang’s spiritual sense detected it immediately.

A presence. Old. Powerful. Dormant but aware.

A spirit beast. Early Nascent Soul stage, maybe. Something that had lived for centuries, accumulating power through devouring humans and animals alike.

’Interesting,’ he thought. ’This could be fun.’

The woman took a deep breath, steeling herself, then—

Dropped to her knees at the cave entrance.

Pressed her forehead to the ground.

A full formal bow. Ninety degrees. The kind of complete submission used when begging for mercy from someone infinitely more powerful.

"Mountain Lord—" her voice was steady despite the obvious fear, "—I am Song Mei, offered as sacrifice by Clearwater Village. Please accept this offering and spare our people."

She remained bowed, arms extended, completely vulnerable.

And Cang—standing behind her, watching her presented form—

Noticed the way her thin robe had ridden up slightly when she knelt, exposing the backs of her thighs.

The way the fabric stretched across her ass, outlining its shape perfectly.

And his cock, already half-hard, swelled to full erection.

He adjusted his robes to hide it—barely—and thought with dark amusement:

’Her ass looks delicious... though.’

Cang held Song Mei against him, his cock buried balls deep in her virgin pussy, her belly visibly distended, her body trembling with pain and unwanted sensation.

And he began to move.

Not gently. Not slowly building.

Just—fucking.

His hips pulled back, his cock sliding through her impossibly tight channel, dragging against walls that gripped him like a vice, and—

PAH!!

Slammed back in, driving deep, his cockhead punching against her cervix from inside.

"Aaaaahhh—!!" Song Mei’s cry was broken, her head thrown back against his shoulder, tears streaming down her face.

PAH!!

Again. His hands gripping her hips, controlling her completely, using her body like a toy.

PAH!! PAH!! PAH!!

Finding a brutal rhythm, each thrust accompanied by the wet sound of his cock moving through her blood-slicked pussy, the slap of his balls against her ass, her broken moans.

"Mountain Lord—!!" Song Mei’s voice was desperate, crying out toward the cave even as she was violated. "Please—hnnngh—!! Please show mercy—aahhh—!! To my village—!!"

PAH PAH PAH!!

"They don’t—hnngh—!! They don’t deserve—aahhh—!! Punishment for—hnnngh—!! What this cursed man—aahhh—!! Is doing—!!"

Her words were punctuated by his thrusts, by her involuntary moans, creating a obscene symphony of violation and desperation.

"Still worried about your village?" Cang asked, voice amused despite the exertion. "Even while being fucked? How noble."

"They’re—hnngh—!! Innocent—aahhh—!!"

"And you’re delicious," he countered, one hand moving from her hip to her small breast, groping roughly. "Focus on that instead."

He adjusted his grip, hands moving under her thighs, and—

Lifted.

Her feet left the ground completely, her entire weight supported by his hands under her thighs and his cock impaling her, and—

She gasped, the new position driving him impossibly deeper, her pussy stretched even wider.

"Wh-what are you—?!"

But he was already moving, walking forward while still fucking her, each step causing his cock to shift inside her, making her moan.

PAH!!

He thrust up into her suspended body, gravity helping drive him deeper.

PAH!!

"Hnnnnggghh—!!"

PAH!!

Walking toward the cave entrance, carrying her, using her, completely uncaring about the darkness ahead.

Fluids dripped from where they joined—her blood mixed with her body’s defensive lubrication, running down his shaft, dripping onto the stone path with each step.

"Mountain Lord—!!" Song Mei’s voice rose again, panic mixing with unwanted pleasure. "Please—aahhh—!! Forgive this—hnnngh—!! Desecration—!!"

PAH PAH PAH!!

"I promise—hnngh—!! The village will—aahhh—!! Send another sacrifice—!! Just please—hnnngh—!!"

But Cang just chuckled, stepping into the cave’s entrance, darkness swallowing them both.

"I don’t think the Mountain Lord minds," he said, eyes adjusting instantly to the darkness through his enhanced senses. "In fact—"

His spiritual sense detected it immediately.

The massive presence, coiled deep within, trembling.

"—I think she’s watching. Enjoying the show."

The Serpent Matriarch pressed herself against the far wall of her lair, trying to make her sixty-foot body as small as possible, watching through spiritual sense as—

He entered.

The dragon. Walking into her home. Carrying the sacrifice. Still fucking her with brutal, unrelenting thrusts.

’No no no—he’s coming IN—he’s entering MY lair—’

Pure terror flooded her ancient mind. Every instinct screamed to flee, but there was nowhere to go. This was her home, her sanctuary, and now—

Now it was invaded.

The dragon’s eyes—those golden, predatory eyes—swept the darkness, and even though she was hundreds of feet away, coiled in the deepest chamber—

She felt his gaze land on her.

Saw her, despite the absolute darkness that mortal eyes couldn’t penetrate.

And he smiled.

’He knows. Oh ancestors, he KNOWS I’m here.’

Her tail—her massive, scaled tail—twitched involuntarily, scraping against stone.

And the dragon’s smile widened.

"Woah—" Cang’s voice was deliberately casual, looking at the large purple shape coiled in the darkness. "We have a bed here. How convenient."

He walked toward it—toward the Serpent’s coiled body—and Song Mei, still impaled on his cock, finally noticed the texture beneath them as he laid her down.

Not stone. Not bedding.

Something—smooth. Scaled. Warm with body heat.

"What—?" Her voice was confused, overwhelmed, her mind struggling to process through the haze of pain and sensation. "What is—?"

But Cang was already positioning her, pressing her onto her back atop the Serpent’s coiled tail, the scales providing an oddly comfortable surface.

And he moved into proper mating press.

Her legs pushed back, knees nearly touching her shoulders, completely folding her, and—

SLAM!!

He drove in, deeper than ever before in this position, his full weight behind the thrust.

"GAAAAAHHHHH—!!"

Song Mei’s scream echoed through the cave, bouncing off walls, and—

The Serpent flinched, feeling the impact transmitted through her own body, feeling the human female pressed against her scales, feeling—

’He’s using me as furniture. As a MATING BED. Oh ancestors—’

PAH PAH PAH PAH!!

Cang pounded into Song Mei with brutal intensity, the mating press position allowing impossibly deep penetration, his cock punching through her cervix with each thrust, filling her womb.

Her small breasts bounced with each impact—lifting up, slapping back down against her chest, the physics of the motion hypnotic in the dim light filtering from the cave entrance.

Her face was a mask of overwhelmed sensation—eyes rolling back, mouth open in continuous moans, drool dripping from the corner of her lips.

And Cang leaned down, capturing those lips with his own.

His tongue pushed into her mouth, claiming that orifice too, swallowing her moans, tasting her tears.

Song Mei’s eyes shot open in shock at the kiss—the intimacy of it somehow more violating than the fucking—and—

She responded.

Not consciously. But her body, overwhelmed and desperate for any comfort, kissed back.

Her tongue meeting his. Her lips moving. Accepting the invasion.

PAH PAH PAH!!