Madam Lin trembled, her knees sinking into the soft mattress as she assumed the position. The soft chilling air of the room brushed against her exposed, wet folds.
She felt Tianmo move behind her, the mattress dipping under his weight, the sheer presence of him dominating her senses. His raw scent making her mind go blank.
"Arch your back more," Tianmo commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her spine. "Present yourself properly."
Madam Lin obeyed, pressing her chest into the pillows and tilting her hips upward. The movement caused her buttocks to spread, revealing the glistening, pink petals of her sex and the tight, forbidden pucker of her rear. She felt utterly vulnerable, a feeling that sent a dark, electric thrill racing through her veins.
Without warning, Tianmo's hand came down.
Smack!
The sound was sharp and loud, echoing through the room like a gunshot.
"Kyaaaaah!"
She cried out, her body jerking forward from the force of the blow. A stinging heat bloomed across her right buttock, the pain sharp and immediate, but it was followed instantly by a rush of wetness that flooded her tight channel. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically, a desperate, involuntary reaction to the punishment.
Smack!
Another blow landed on her left cheek, harder this time.
"Ahhh! M-Master... it hurts... Hnghhhh..."
"Good." Tianmo had a dark sinister glint in his eyes, gripping her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Pain is the best teacher. It reminds you who you belong to."
He positioned himself behind her, the thick, angry head of his cock which was already coated in her saliva, making it glide effortlessly between her folds.
"Relax," he ordered. "Or I will break you."
Madam Lin tried to obey, forcing her muscles to unclench, but the sheer size of him was intimidating. He felt like a heated pillar of iron about to impale her. He was much more bigger compared to her husband. The difference is like heaven and earth. How can a dragon and a worm be compared, it's a disrespect to the dragon.
No offense to small cock people.
Tianmo didn't wait for full relaxation. With a guttural grunt, he thrust forward.
"Annn... Mmm...!"
Madam Lin's eyes went wide, her mouth opening in a silent scream as the massive head breached her tight ring of muscle. The stretch was intense, a burning sensation of being filled beyond capacity. He was thicker than she remembered, harder than anything she had ever taken.
He didn't stop. He pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, forcing her walls to accommodate him.
"Haaaaah... T-Too big... Ahhhhh, Nnnnngggghhh...!"
Madam Lin buried her face in the pillows, her fingers clawing at the sheets. It felt like he was rearranging her insides, carving a space for himself where none existed. The friction was maddening, every ridge and vein on his shaft scraping against her sensitive nerve endings.
When he finally hilted, his pelvic bone pressing against her stinging buttocks, Madam Lin felt like she was going to split open. She was so incredibly full, her stomach distended slightly from the sheer intrusion.
12 Inch Deep down.
Tianmo paused, savoring the sensation of being buried to the root inside the older woman. She was tighter than Ruyan, her walls rippling and fluttering around him in a panicked rhythm. It felt like a hot, velvet glove was milking him, trying to crush him with sheer pressure.
"You are squeezing me so hard," Tianmo muttered, his hand caressing the red handprints on her ass. "Are you trying to push me out, or pull me in?"
"I... I don't know... Hnghhhh... Mmmm..." Madam Lin sobbed, her voice muffled by the pillows. "It feels... so strange... so full..."
Tianmo pulled back slowly, dragging his length along her clenching walls. The suction was incredible, her pussy refusing to let him go, the folds clinging to him like a desperate lover.
Then, he slammed forward.
Slap!
"Uuuuuuh! Ahhhhh!"
The sound of flesh meeting flesh was wet and loud, a rhythmic percussion that filled the room. Tianmo set a punishing pace, withdrawing until just the head remained inside her tight entrance, before powering forward with the force of a battering ram.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Annn... Mmm...! Haaaaah!"
Madam Lin's body rocked violently with every thrust, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. The bed frame groaned in protest, the headboard slamming against the wall with a rhythmic thud that matched the brutal cadence of their coupling.
Tianmo watched, mesmerized, as her pink folds dragged out with his retreat, clinging to his shaft like a desperate mouth, only to be pushed back in as he buried himself to the hilt. The sight of her stretched hole, glistening with her abundant juices, was obscene in the best possible way.
"Look at this," Tianmo growled, his hand coming down on her already reddened buttock again.
Smack!
"Kyaaaaah!"
"Ahhhh... Nnnnngggghhh...!"
Madam Lin's back arched sharply, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice. The pain mixed with the pleasure, creating a kaleidoscope of sensation that short-circuited her mind. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock scraping against her sensitive inner walls, sending jolts of electricity straight to her entire body.
"You are squeezing me so tight," Tianmo grunted, his grip on her hips tightening. "It feels like you are trying to crush my cock."
"Hnghhhh... I... I can't help it... Mmmm... You are too big... Ahhhhh!"
Tianmo didn't let up. He leaned forward, covering her body with his, his chest pressing against her back. He reached around, grabbing her swaying breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
He pinched her nipples, rolling the hard buds between his thumb and forefinger.
"Aaaah! Too... too much... Haaaaah!"
Madam Lin's moans grew louder, more desperate.
She could feel the pressure building inside her, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in her lower abdomen. Every time he slammed into her, he hit a spot deep inside that made her see stars.
Forget about stars, she could see her seven generations.
"Who do you belong to?" Tianmo whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck.
"You... Ahhhhh... Nnnnngggghhh... I belong to you, Master! Only you!"
"Louder."
"I belong to you! Mmmm... Hnghhhh... I am your slut! Your whore!"
Tianmo rewarded her with a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock battering against her cervix.
"Uuuuuuh! Ahhhhh!! Right there! Mmmmmm!!!!"
Madam Lin's body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her toes curled, her fingers tearing at the sheets. The coil inside her snapped, releasing a wave of pleasure that washed over her with the force of a tsunami.
"Aaaaaah! I'm... I'm cumming! Haaaaah!"
Her pussy convulsed around him, the rhythmic spasms milking his shaft, trying to drag him deeper. A flood of hot, clear fluid gushed from her, coating his pelvis and the sheets beneath them in a slick sheen of essence.
Tianmo groaned, the sensation of her cumming pushing him closer to the edge. But he wasn't done with her yet.
He didn't stop. He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming shallower, faster, grinding against her oversensitive clit.
"Too much! Master, please! It's too sensitive! Hnghhhh... Annn... Mmm...!"
Madam Lin sobbed, her body twitching with every thrust. The pleasure was edging towards torture, her nerves firing wildly, unable to process the overload of sensation. She felt like she was floating, her mind detached from her body, leaving only a vessel for his pleasure.
Tianmo pulled out suddenly, leaving her feeling empty and achingly hollow.
"Nooo..." Madam Lin whimpered at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing, twitching in the cold air.
"Turn over," Tianmo commanded.
Madam Lin weakly flipped onto her back, her legs falling open. Her chest heaved, her skin flushed a deep pink, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering lust. She looked thoroughly used, a beautiful mess of sweat and fluids.
Tianmo loomed over her, his cock glistening with her juices, standing tall and proud. He grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs back until her knees were almost touching her shoulders, folding her in half.
"Put it in," he ordered.
Madam Lin reached down between her spread thighs, her hand trembling as she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. She guided the head to her entrance, rubbing it against her swollen clit, coating it in her wetness.
"Please, Master..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Fill me up again."
Tianmo thrust forward, burying himself in one smooth motion.
"Uuuuuuh! Ahhhhh...!"
This position allowed him to go deeper than before. He watched her face contort in pleasure, her eyes rolling back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. He could see the bulge in her lower abdomen, moving with every thrust.
He began to move again, his hips snapping back and forth with relentless precision. The bed shook violently, the sound of their coupling echoing through the room.
Slap! Slap! Squelch! Squelch!
"Haaaaah... Mmmm... Hnghhhh...!"
Madam Lin's moans were broken, staccato gasps that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her body a puppet to his will. She could feel another orgasm building, stronger than the last.
"Look at me," Tianmo commanded.
Madam Lin forced her eyes open, locking her gaze onto his golden eyes. The intensity she saw there took her breath away. It was a look of absolute possession, of raw, unfiltered dominance.
"You are mine," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "This pussy is mine. No one else touches it. Do you understand?"
"Yes! Yes, Master! Hnghhhh... I understand! Only you!"
"Good girl."
Tianmo increased his pace, his movements becoming a blur. The pressure in his loins was building, a familiar tightness signaling his release.
He could feel her walls fluttering around him, the soft, velvety flesh rippling in a desperate attempt to milk him for what he is capable of giving.
"I'm going to cum inside you," he grunted. "I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with my seed."
"Yes! Please, Master! Cum inside me! Ahhhhh! Nnnnngggghhh...!"
With a final, powerful thrust, Tianmo buried himself to the hilt and roared.
Throb! Throb! Throb!
Rope after rope of thick, scorching hot semen erupted from him, painting the inside of her womb with such force that Madam Lin's eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible. Her mouth opened in a silent, gaping scream, her body arching off the bed as if struck by lightning.
The sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't just the heat; it was the sheer volume. Her stomach distended slightly, the pure barbaric, animalistic, physical manifestation of his claim on her, stretching her to her absolute limit. The Immortal Dantian's energy mixed with his seed, turning it into a potent elixir of pure Yang that surged through her channels, clearing impurities and strengthening her meridians whether she wanted it to or not.
"Aaaaaah... Haaaaah... So... so much... Mmmm..."
Madam Lin collapsed back onto the bed, her body twitching uncontrollably in the aftershocks of her climax. Her pussy continued to spasm around him, milking the last drops of divine cum from his manhood, the rhythmic contractions desperate and greedy, unwilling to let the source of such pleasure leave.
Tianmo stayed inside her for a long moment, his chest heaving, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He enjoyed the feeling of her warmth, the way her walls rippled and fluttered like a dying butterfly around his shaft. It was a sensation of absolute conquest.
Slowly, he pulled out.
Schlick!
A thick, viscous mixture of his seed and her juices flowed out of her, pooling on the sheets beneath her in a lewd display. Madam Lin whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and achingly sensitive, her gaping hole slowly closing as it tried to retain the treasure he had deposited within.
Tianmo sat back on his heels, looking down at the two women. Ruyan was watching from the side, her eyes hazy with lust and jealousy, her hand unconsciously drifting between her own legs.
Madam Lin was a wreck—her hair was a tangled mess, her body covered in sweat and bite marks, her red dress bunched around her waist, and her crotch was a glistening mess of fluids.
"Clean me," Tianmo commanded, gesturing to his still-throbbing cock.
Both women moved instantly. Ruyan was faster, crawling forward like a cat, but she stopped when she saw Madam Lin moving as well.
Their eyes met in a silent challenge, a war waged without words.
Tianmo watched with amusement. He could see the jealousy and the desire for his attention in their eyes.
Ruyan was the first to make contact. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, her touch gentle but sure. She lowered her head, her pink tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive head, tasting the mixture of his seed and Madam Lin's juices.
Madam Lin didn't back down. She pushed Ruyan aside gently, her hand joining Ruyan's on his cock. She stroked him slowly, her fingers spreading the mixture of fluids up and down his shaft, lubricating him.
Then, she leaned in, her tongue flattening against the base of his manhood. She licked upwards, following the path of her hand, cleaning every inch of him.
Ruyan didn't let her have all the attention. She focused on the head, sucking and licking the sensitive tip, her tongue dipping into the slit, trying to coax out more of his essence.
Tianmo watched them, a dark satisfaction curling in his gut. They were fighting for dominance, for his attention, and they didn't even realize it.
He let them play. He enjoyed the sensation of their mouths on him, the soft, wet heat of their tongues, the gentle scrape of their teeth. It was a strange sensation, feeling their tongues battling on his cock, each trying to outdo the other in pleasing him.
Ruyan was aggressive, her suction tight and demanding, trying to pull every drop of essence from him. Madam Lin, in contrast, was thorough and worshipful, her tongue tracing the thick veins of his shaft with reverent slowness, as if memorizing the map of his manhood.
They moved in sync, a strange, silent rhythm forming between them. When Ruyan took the head deep into her throat, Madam Lin would lap at the base, her soft hands caressing his heavy sack. When Madam Lin kissed the tip, Ruyan would drag her tongue along the underside, sending jolts of electricity up his spine.
The jealousy was still there, a sharp, bitter undercurrent in the air, but it had been sublimated into a singular purpose: pleasing him.
"Enough," Tianmo said, his voice rough but satisfied.
He gently pushed them away. The two women fell back onto the mattress, their chests heaving, their lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of saliva and his seed. They looked at him with eyes hazy with unfulfilled desire, their bodies flushed and trembling.
"M-Master... I can still go..." Ruyan uttered, her voice barely a whisper. She knelt on the bed, her body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and lingering arousal. Her eyes were fixed on him, desperate and pleading, terrified that she had failed to satisfy him.
"Please, let me serve you more."
Tianmo raised an eyebrow. "You want more?"
Ruyan nodded, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. "Yes, Master. I can take it. Please, use me again."
"Fine. But let's try something different this time. You will ride me this time."
"O-Ok... Master!"
Tianmo lay back on the bed, his arms folded behind his head. His cock, still wet and glistening from their attention, stood proudly against his abdomen, a testament to his insatiable appetite and overwhelming Yang energy. He could all night.
"Come here," he ordered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the mattress.
Ruyan crawled over him eagerly, her movements fast. She straddled his hips, her knees sinking into the soft mattress on either side of his body. She could feel the heat of his skin against her inner thighs, the light dusting of hair tickling her soft flesh.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. It was a handful and more, the veins pulsing against her palm, the head glistening with their mixed fluids. She bit her lip, her eyes flicking up to meet Tianmo's gaze, seeking permission.
Tianmo nodded. "Show me what you can do."
Ruyan didn't hesitate. She lifted her hips, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. She was still wet and sensitive from her earlier climax, but the anticipation of having him inside her again made her juices flow anew. She slid down, letting gravity do the work.
Inch by inch, she enveloped him, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. The stretch was glorious, a burning pleasure that made her head spin. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his shaft as it split her open, the friction sending jolts of electricity up her spine.
"Ah, ah.... ahhhh...!" Ruyan's breath came in sharp gasps, her hands resting on Tianmo's chest for balance. She lowered herself slowly, savoring the feeling of being filled to the brim.
When she finally reached the base, her pelvis resting against his, she paused. She could feel him throbbing inside her, the massive rod of flesh pulsing with his heartbeat. The sensation was overwhelming, a feeling of utter fullness that made her toes curl.
Tianmo watched her, his eyes roaming over her form. She was beautiful, her pale skin flushed with arousal, her breasts swaying gently with her breath. But more than that, she looked powerful in this position, a goddess of sex and desire.
"You feel good," Tianmo murmured, his hands coming to rest on her hips. "Now show me what you can do."
Ruyan nodded, her eyes locking onto his. She began to move, her hips rolling in a circular motion. She used the muscles of her thighs and core to lift herself up, until just the head remained inside her, then she dropped down again, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh...!" Ruyan's moans were soft at first, but they grew louder with every movement. She found a rhythm, a steady rise and fall that made Tianmo's eyes darken with pleasure.
Tianmo let her set the pace. He enjoyed the sight of her moving above him, her body a symphony of curves and fluid motion. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him, the soft, velvet flesh rippling with every movement.
It feels like her vagina is alive.
"Good," he muttered, his hands guiding her hips, helping her find the perfect angle. "You were made for this."
"Nnngggg..." Ruyan moaned at his words, her pussy clenching around him in response.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
She increased her pace, her movements becoming more desperate, more frantic.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh grew wetter and louder, a lewd rhythm that echoed through the bamboo house. Ruyan's movements became a blur, her thighs burning with exertion as she rode him with desperate abandon. She wanted to prove herself, to show him that she was better than Madam Lin, that she alone could handle his ferocity.
"Ahhh! Master! So deep! It's hitting... It's hitting my womb!" Ruyan cried out, her head thrown back, her long black hair sticking to her sweat-slicked back.
Tianmo watched her through half-lidded eyes, his hands resting lightly on her hips, occasionally guiding her, but mostly letting her do the work. The sight of her bouncing on his cock, her breasts bouncing wildly with every movement, her face contorted in a mask of ecstasy, was intoxicating.
But he wasn't just a passive observer. He could feel the energy dynamics shifting. With every thrust, every drop of essence exchanged, his Yin-Yang Qi circulation was spinning faster.
The Immortal Dantian was acting like a furnace, refining the massive influx of Yang energy he was generating and feeding it back into his meridians.
His cultivation base, which had been stable at the mid-Fifth stage of Foundation Establishment, was trembling. The barrier to the late stage was cracking.
"Harder," Tianmo commanded, his voice cutting through her moans. "Don't hold back."
Ruyan bit her lip, tasting blood. She summoned every ounce of her strength, her inner walls clamping down on him tight, trying to milk him dry. She slammed her hips down, taking him to the hilt, the impact sending shockwaves through her body. Her buttocks would bounce like the waves of the sea.
"Uuuuuuh! Haaaaah! I... I can't! It's too big! I'm going to break!" she screamed, her voice cracking.
"You won't break," Tianmo said, his grip on her hips tightening like iron claws.
He suddenly sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. The change in angle made her gasp, her eyes widening. He was now even deeper inside her, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her deeper cervix.
"HNNGHHHHH!!! M-Master?!" Ruyan groaned, her arms wrapping around his neck for support.
Tianmo didn't answer. He took control.
He began to thrust upward, his hips snapping up with blinding speed. The power behind each thrust was devastating, a raw display of physical strength that made the bed frame groan in protest.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"NNNNNGGGGG! Ahhhhh! Nnnnngggghhh!"
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, haaah, haaah, haaahhh... Mmmmm"
Ruyan's body went limp in his arms, her head lolling back as she was overwhelmed by the onslaught. She was no longer riding him; she was being used, a vessel for his pleasure and power. The friction was incredible, the heat unbearable.
Madam Lin watched from the side, her eyes wide and hazy. She lay on her back, her legs still spread, her hand drifting between her thighs to touch her swollen, sensitive folds. Seeing Ruyan being dominated so thoroughly, seeing the look of absolute ecstasy on her face, sparked a dark jealousy in Madam Lin's heart, but also a desperate need.
She wanted to be touched like that again. She wanted to be the one screaming his name.
Tianmo could sense Madam Lin's gaze. He could smell her arousal mixing with the scent of sex in the room. It fueled him.
"Ruyan," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Cum for me."
The command was simple, but it carried the weight of his spiritual pressure.
Ruyan's body reacted instantly. Her back arched, her toes curled, and her inner walls spasmed violently around his shaft.
"Aaaaaah! Master! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Haaaaah!"
Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy convulsed, a flood of hot fluids gushing out to coat Tianmo's pelvis and thighs. The sensation of her tight channel rippling around him was the final straw.
With a low, guttural growl, Tianmo slammed her down one last time and held her there.
Throb! Throb! Throb!
He released another massive load deep inside her, the hot seed filling her womb, mixing with the remnants of his previous release. The sheer volume was enough to make her stomach bulge slightly again, a visible sign of his possession.
Ruyan's eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. She could feel the energy surging through her, the pure Yang essence of the Primordial refining her meridians, clearing blockages she hadn't even known she had. It was painful, but it was also the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt.
Tianmo held her for a long moment, enjoying the feeling of her trembling body against his. He could feel his cultivation base settling.
Late Fifth Stage of Foundation Establishment.
Peak!
Sixth stage.
Early!
Mid!
He slowly pulled out of Ruyan, who collapsed bonelessly onto the bed beside him, her chest heaving, her body twitching in the aftershocks.
Tianmo sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He felt energized, his body humming with power. The fatigue from the simulation was gone, replaced by a vibrant, explosive vitality.
He looked at the two women. They were both exhausted, their bodies marked with his bites and fingerprints, their lower regions a mess of fluids. They were beautiful in their debasement.
"Rest well... I will be in closed-door cultivation for a few days."
"M-Master... What should I do with your seed inside my body? Do you wish to have a child?!" Madam Lin asked.
As a cultivator, she could fully refine all the seeds and make sure no child is born or simply let it go and let the fate play its game.
Liu Ruyan also looked at Master... She never cared about it but she doesn't know how to fully refine seeds, she might actually get pregnant.
Tianmo thought for a moment, he really doesn't lack the wealth to raise his children.
"If you have time to raise a child, then good luck bearing my child," Tianmo said, his voice devoid of sentimentality, treating the matter of potential offspring as casually as one might discuss the weather. "If you don't have time, then simply refine it. It is your choice."
"However, if you bear my child... I am merciful enough to give you the title of concubine," Tianmo added, his tone indifferent, as if conferring a title upon a loyal pet rather than a human being.
Both women looked at each other.
Liu Ruyan's hand drifted instinctively to her lower abdomen, her fingers pressing against the soft skin where a faint warmth still radiated from the depths of her womb. The thought of carrying a child... a child of such a monstrous genius sent a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold air.
It was dangerous, forbidden, and yet, the idea of being tied to him by blood, of having a permanent claim on him, ignited a dark, possessive fire in her heart.
Madam Lin, on the other hand, felt a complex mix of relief and terror. She was older, past her early prime in the eyes of many, but her Foundation Establishment body had restored her vitality. A child would be a burden, a weakness her enemies could exploit. Yet, the title of Concubine... it was a shield. In the ruthless world of cultivation, status was life. To be a Concubine of a genius who could potentially shake the heavens was a safety net worth more than a thousand spirit stones.
"This servant... will leave it to fate," Madam Lin uttered finally, bowing her head low. "If the Heavens grant a child, this one will cherish it."
Ruyan remained silent, but her eyes burned with a fierce determination. She didn't need to speak; her gaze said it all.
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A/N:
Fellow Daoists, this improvised scholar has reached a bottleneck in Scripture writing and is grievously lacking cultivation resources. Powerstones are God-sent treasures—one stone, one strand of karma. With your aid, this Scholar may ascend to new heights and unleash Divine Plots that may shake the Heavens. Be magnanimous, this scholar is very close to a breakthrough. One must help another. Let's follow the teachings of Buddha.