- Tongue Out Pleasure InAnd she had. Gods, she really had.
Somewhere in those forty-seven hours, between the screaming and crying and begging, she'd transformed. Her body had learned to crave this, to need this, to 'excel' at this.
Every bounce was perfection—angle optimized to take him deepest, rhythm timed to build pleasure slowly, hip movements fluid and sensual.
He'd trained her thoroughly. Rewarded obedience with gentle touches and praise. Punished hesitation with roughness and denial. Classical conditioning applied to sex until her body responded instinctively to his desires.
"Switch," he commanded suddenly.
And without missing a beat, without question, she obeyed.
Lianhua lifted herself off his cock—a wet schlick as her pussy released him—and in one fluid motion, pivoted.
Her hands shot out, gripping his ankles for balance as she repositioned herself. Her hips tilted forward, ass raised, and then—
PAAAH!
"HHNNNGH~~!!"
She slammed herself back down, but this time his cock drove into her ass instead, spearing that tight hole they'd started with so many hours ago.
The transition was seamless, instant, practiced. No fumbling, no hesitation, just immediate obedience and perfect execution.
"Aaahhhh~!!" Her moan was long and satisfied as she settled balls-deep on his cock, her asshole stretched around his shaft, thighs pressed against his hips.
Then she started bouncing again, and Cang groaned at the overwhelming tightness.
PAH PAH PAH!
"Hngh~! Hngh~! Hngh~!"
Each impact made her ass cheeks jiggle, the plush flesh bouncing and rippling with the force. Her tail swished behind her, the tip occasionally brushing against his balls and sending jolts of pleasure through him.
"Tell me what you are," he commanded, his hands moving to spread her ass cheeks apart, wanting to watch his cock disappear into that tight hole.
"Your—HNGH~!!—wife~!!" she cried out immediately, not slowing her bouncing. "Your—AAHHH~!!—woman~!! Your—HIEEKK~!!—property~!!"
Property. He'd taught her that word specifically. Drilled it into her during a particularly long session where he'd edged her for hours, making her repeat phrases until they became truth.
'"You're my property."'
'"Yes~!"'
'"Say it."'
'"I'm—hngh~!!—your property~!"'
'"Again."'
'"I'm your property~!!"'
Over and over until the word lost all negative connotation, until it became something she said with 'pride'.
"And what does my property do?" he asked now, pinching her clit roughly.
"HIEEKK~!!" She jolted, almost losing her rhythm. "Whatever—HNGH~!!—you command~!! Serves—AAHHH~!!—you~!! Pleasures—NNNGH~!!—you~!! Loves—HIEEKK~!!—you~!!"
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
He grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, meeting her downward motion with brutal force—
PAAAAHHH!
"AAAHHHNNNGGGHHHH~~~!!!"
The impact drove his cock so deep into her ass that her whole body spasmed, cervix slamming against his cockhead through the thin wall separating her holes.
"CUMMING~!! I'M—AAHHH~!!—CUMMING~!!"
Her orgasm triggered another surge in the energy circulation, and Cang felt the last dregs of Tianlong's power flood through them both.
[DRAGON ESSENCE ABSORPTION: 100% COMPLETE]
[VOID CIRCUIT: DEACTIVATING]
[TOTAL POWER ABSORBED: EQUIVALENT TO 50,000 YEARS OF CULTIVATION]
[USER CULTIVATION: MID QI CONDENSATION → PEAK FOUNDATION ESTABLISHMENT]
[PARTNER CULTIVATION: FOUNDATION ESTABLISHMENT → EARLY CORE FORMATION]
The energy tornado surrounding them—that massive pillar of azure, black, and silver—suddenly collapsed inward, rushing into their bodies in one final overwhelming surge.
"FUCK—!" Cang actually cursed aloud as power beyond comprehension crashed through him, rewriting his meridians, expanding his dantian, pushing his cultivation through multiple realms in seconds.
"AAAAAHHHHHHNNNNGGGGHHHHH~~~!!!"
Lianhua's scream was inhuman, her back arching so hard her spine looked like it might snap, void butterfly wings flaring wide as if trying to take flight.
Then everything went 'white'—
'
When Cang's vision cleared, the sun was setting again.
Or rising? He couldn't tell anymore.
The crack in the cave ceiling showed deep twilight—that perfect moment between day and night where the world held its breath.
He was still lying on his back at the lake's edge, but Lianhua had collapsed on top of him at some point, her body limp and sweaty against his chest.
His cock was still inside her—pussy this time, he noted distantly—and he could feel their combined fluids leaking out around his shaft.
How many times had they cum in those final hours? He'd lost count.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Her breathing was labored, face buried in his neck, tail draped limply across both their legs.
The void butterfly on her back had dimmed but was still visible, wings folded as if at rest.
And across his own body, the dragon scales had become more pronounced—beautiful black-azure patterns that marked him as something 'other' than human.
"It's done," he said softly, more to himself than to her.
"Mmmmnh~..." She made a small sound of acknowledgment, too exhausted to form words.
He ran his fingers through her hair gently, feeling the softness of her fox ears. "You did well. Very well."
"For... you..." she whispered, and even now, even completely spent, her pussy clenched around him affectionately. "Always... for you..."
Such devotion. Such perfect, blind, 'ignorant' devotion.
He should feel guilty.
He didn't.
Instead, he felt satisfied. Accomplished. Like an artist completing their masterpiece.
Lianhua had entered this cave as a broken widow seeking revenge.
She was leaving as his perfectly trained, extraordinarily powerful, completely devoted wife.
And she had no idea the man she loved was already dead.
"Come," he said, gently pushing her off him. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, and he watched as cum—'so much cum'—leaked from her well-used pussy. "We need to clean up. The lake."
She nodded weakly, allowing him to help her stand.
Her legs were shaking, barely able to support her weight after forty-seven hours of continuous sex. But she leaned against him, trusting him to hold her up, and together they waded into the black spiritual liquid.
It was warm now—all the dragon's power had been absorbed, leaving behind just pure, dense spiritual energy. Perfect for bathing and recovery.
Cang washed her carefully, his hands gentle as they cleaned dried sweat, cum, and various fluids from her skin. She hummed contentedly, eyes half-closed, tail swishing lazily in the water.
"You've awakened something incredible," he said casually, tracing the void butterfly on her back. "A bloodline that was thought extinct. Do you know what that means?"
"Mmm~..." She leaned back against him. "It means... I can protect you better~"
Always about him. Always putting him first.
"Among other things," he agreed, his hands moving lower to cup her breasts, kneading gently. "You're going to be very important in what comes next."
"Whatever... you need~..." Her voice was dreamy, pleasure-drunk even without active sex.
He smiled against her neck and continued bathing her.
Later—after they'd both cleaned up, after he'd used his medical system to restore some of their stamina, after the twilight had fully transitioned into night again—they lay together near the lake.
Cang was on his back, hands behind his head, staring up at the cave ceiling where stars were barely visible through the crack.
And Lianhua...
SLURP~
Lianhua was between his legs, her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking it like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.
"Mmmmmph~... shlurp~... haaahh~..."
She'd taken to this eagerly, without him even asking. Just crawled down his body, positioned herself comfortably, and started worshipping his dick with her mouth.
No hesitation. No shame. Just devoted service.
Her tongue swirled around his cockhead, lapping up the mixture of their fluids still coating him. Then she'd take him deeper, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, before pulling back with a wet 'pop' to focus on his balls.
"Slurp~... mmmh~... so good~..."
She mumbled between licks, nuzzling his sack affectionately, her hands stroking his shaft with practiced movements.
Cang reached down to rub her fox ears—he'd learned they were incredibly sensitive, that touching them made her docile and happy—and she practically purred, tail wagging behind her.
"We need to leave soon," he said conversationally, as if she wasn't currently deepthroating him. "Death Valley won't stay hidden forever. That energy signature we released will have attracted attention."
"Mmmmph~..." She pulled off his cock with another wet sound. "Where... will we go~?"
Good question.
He'd been thinking about that. The original Cang Wuhen had died—or was supposed to have died—in this valley. If he suddenly returned alive and powerful, questions would be asked.
But questions could be useful. Especially if he played the role correctly.
"I need to return to the Cang family," he said, watching her reaction. "Act as the Heavenly Demon's son. There are... resources there I need."
Lianhua paused in her cock-worship, silver eyes looking up at him with slight confusion. "The... demon's family~?"
"I need to infiltrate," he explained smoothly, the lie coming easily. "Pretend to be the son. Gather intelligence on their remaining forces, their plans, their weaknesses. Then I can destroy them from within."
It made sense in her revenge-focused mind. Of course her beloved husband would use cunning and deception to take down their enemies.
She nodded slowly, then went back to sucking his cock, apparently satisfied with the explanation.
"Shlurp~... mmmh~... I'll come with you~... slurp~..."
"No," he said firmly, making her pause again. "You're too recognizable. The Seven Wives are famous—if they see you alive, they'll know something's wrong."
"But—"
"You'll stay hidden," he continued, reaching down to grip her hair and guide her back to his cock. "Use your new abilities. Follow me from the shadows. I'll call you when I need you."
She whimpered slightly—whether from the hair pulling or the idea of being separated from him, he wasn't sure—but obediently wrapped her lips around his shaft again.
"Mmmmph~... yes~... whatever you command~..."
They fell into comfortable silence then, broken only by the wet sounds of her enthusiastic cock-sucking and his occasional sighs of pleasure.
The cave was peaceful. The dragon's power was absorbed. His cultivation had jumped from mortal to Peak Foundation Establishment in less than two days.
And his first wife was between his legs, worshipping him like a devoted priestess at an altar.
Life was good.
He stroked her ears absently, feeling her tail wag faster in response, and let himself enjoy the moment.
Until she suddenly pulled off his cock and asked, in that innocent, curious tone that made his stomach twist slightly:
"Hubby~... before we go to the Cang family... will you meet your mother~?"
The question hit him like cold water.
Mother.
Lin Feng's mother, since Cang Wuhen's body was created by Heavenly demon power, there was no woman but a mother.
A slow grin formed on Cang's face as he realized that Lin Feng had other things to lose too, except for the seven wives he left for him.
He looked towards Yue, gently stretching his hand, fingers caressing one hair strand behind her ear. From his memory of Lin Feng, he recalled that thick MILF—maternal, thick, and currently in a small town—who had left her battle orientation after losing her son and was waiting for a peaceful death.
'Let's bring her to stay beside Yue. She will love to have an experienced woman, and Lin Feng would love to see both his mother and wife be breeded by same man.'