Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 354- Yuna’s Mouth

The wind howled, carrying the metallic scent of blood and ozone from the valley below, but Yuna could smell nothing but the overwhelming, musky scent of the predator looming over her.

One moment, they were in the stifling heat of the command tent. The next, the world had expanded into an endless horizon of grey sky and jagged rock.

Tianlong stood at the very edge of the cliff, his black robe whipping violently around his legs.

He held Yuna against his side with one arm, his grip firm and grounding as she blinked, her brain struggling to catch up with the sudden shift in reality.

She looked down.

Far below, the battlefield was chaotic.

"P-Professor..."

Realization hit her like a physical blow. They had just left. He had just kidnapped her—no, saved her? Taken her?—right from under her mother’s nose.

Her legs gave out.

She slumped, but he didn’t let her fall completely, lowering her until her knees hit the rocky ground.

Her body was trembling, not from the cold wind, but from the residual heat still coursing through her veins. The cool air bit at her exposed skin where the latex was torn, making her nipples harden painfully against the fabric, two desperate peaks begging for friction.

Tianlong didn’t look at her. His golden eyes were fixed on the war below, his expression unreadable, radiating the calm before a massacre.

"So," he said, his voice cutting through the wind effortlessly. "You saw everything inside the butterfly, didn’t you?"

Yuna flinched. The memory of what she’d seen—him with Professor Xiang, with the fox woman, with the elf—flashed behind her eyes. The sheer debauchery. The raw, unfiltered breeding.

"I..." She swallowed hard, feeling small. "I saw... everything."

"And?" He finally looked down at her. "You still want me to ’do something’?"

"Y-yes..." The word was barely a whisper.

He smiled, a slow, dangerous curling of his lips that promised ruin. He sat down on a flat protrusion of rock, spreading his legs casually, the fabric of his pants straining against the growing bulge beneath. "Come here."

Yuna didn’t hesitate. She couldn’t. Her body moved on its own accord, dropping to all fours. She crawled toward him across the rough stone, the position making her breasts sway heavily inside her suit, her ass raised high in the air. She felt like an animal. A pet.

And she loved it.

She arrived between his legs, looking up at him with wide, teary ruby eyes. She was a mess—hair tangled, face flushed, lips swollen from his kiss.

Tianlong reached out. His thumb brushed over the peak of her left breast—her ’carrier’ of milk and lust—pressing down hard on the sensitive nub through the black material.

"Hnngh!" Yuna muffled a moan, her back arching instinctively. It was too sensitive. She was too ready.

But his hand didn’t stay there. It slid down her side, moving with possessive weight until it reached her hip. His fingers hooked into the tear in her latex suit.

RIIIP!

The sound was loud in the quiet air. He tore the fabric further, exposing more of her pale, flushed skin to the wind.

"Tell me," he murmured, his fingers dancing dangerously close to her soaking wet heat. "Were you masturbating in that prison, Yuna?"

"I—I..." She stammered, grabbing his collar and pulling herself up desperately. "I couldn’t help it! You... you were doing those things and I..."

She didn’t finish. Instead, she straddled his lap, spreading her legs wide on either side of his waist. The sensation of his solid thighs beneath her bare, wet crotch made her shudder. She hugged him tight, burying her face in the crook of his neck, licking the salty skin there.

"Please, Professor..." she whimpered, grinding her hips against him, seeking the friction of his hardness through his clothes. "Please..."

Tianlong sat still, letting her frantic affection wash over him. "You know my life is kind of messed up, Yuna."

"I don’t care," she mumbled against his skin, her hands fumbling with the belt of his robe. "I don’t care about anything."

"You must have heard," he continued, his voice calm amidst her storm. "How I can increase a woman’s power levels through... certain methods."

Yuna nodded vigorously, kissing his jaw, his chin, desperate for his mouth again. "Yes. Yes, I know. Make me strong too. Please."

"I will have many wives," he warned, his hand coming up to rest on the back of her head, tangling in her red hair. "I might just forget about you one day."

"Then forget me!" She pulled back, her eyes wild with lust. She yanked his robe open, revealing the hard, sculpted expanse of his chest and abs. "Just... just take me now!"

She leaned forward, pressing her small breasts against his muscular chest, the skin-to-skin contact sending jolts of electricity through her. She was sickeningly addicted to his scent, to his warmth.

Tianlong’s hand moved down her hunched back, over the curve of her spine, until his fingers dug firmly into her ass cheek, right near her leaking pussy.

"Yuna," he commanded softly. "Lie down on the grass."

She froze. Her hips stopped grinding. She blinked, pulling back to look at his face, confused but obedient.

Slowly, she climbed off his lap. She turned and lay back on the patch of mountain grass near the cliff’s edge. The blades were cool against her heated skin. She looked up at him, gasping, raising her arms to invite him down.

Tianlong moved over her. He rose to his knees, towering above her head like a monolith. The robe slid off his shoulders completely, pooling around his waist before he undid his pants.

It sprang free.

The dragon. The nine-inch monster she’d seen in the vision. It swung out, heavy and dense, casting a long, dark shadow across her milky white face.

Yuna’s breath hitched. It was massive. Veiny, throbbing, and terrifyingly thick. The purple head was swollen, the slit weeping clear fluid. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She could see her own reflection in the glistening head of his cock—her tiny, pathetic form distorted in the majestic curve of his meat. Her pupils dilated, blown wide as saucers, shaking as they tried to focus on the sheer girth blotting out the sky.

A single, thick drop of precum gathered at the tip. It hung there for a second, catching the grey light, before falling.

Splat.

It landed right in her eye.

Yuna didn’t blink. She couldn’t. Her eyelid fluttered as the salty, viscous fluid coated her vision, blurring the world into a haze of lust. It burned, but it was a holy burn.

"Master..." she breathed, the word slipping out unconsciously, her pink lips stretching wide in anticipation, saliva instantly flooding her mouth in a Pavlovian response to the meat dangling above her. "Please..."

Tianlong chuckled darkly. "Master, hmm?"

He didn’t lie on top of her. Instead, he turned.

He positioned himself upside down over her body in a 69 position. His knees braced on either side of her head, forcing her face into the junction of his thighs, while his head moved down between her open legs.

The smell hit her instantly—a heavy, masculine musk. It was the scent of a beast, of sweat and pheromones so potent they assaulted her nose, silencing her logic and reducing her brain to static. It was the smell of a male ready to breed.

His balls, heavy and low-hanging, egg-sized sacs of potential life, dragged across her nose bridge. The coarse hair tickled her cheeks as the weight of his scrotum pressed down, effectively smothering her.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice vibrating through his hips and into her face.

She opened wide, her tongue trembling, her jaw unhinging like a snake.

Before her eyes, the massive cock seemed to shimmer. The flesh contracted, condensing, shrinking from its monstrous nine inches down to a more manageable six, though the girth remained punishingly thick.

"I can’t make you stronger yet," he said, lining himself up. "You are a body cultivator. Your energy centers are different. For that to happen..."

He lowered his hips. The head of his cock pushed past her lips, filling her mouth with the taste of musk, salt, and raw power.

"...I need a body cultivator woman to fuck."

At the same time, his face dipped.

"Hhh-ugh! G-ghhhk!" Yuna gagged, eyes rolling back as he breached her throat, her hands flying up to clutch his thighs, feeling the granite-hard muscle flex beneath her palms.

Tianlong didn’t hesitate. His hands clamped onto her latex-clad thighs, spreading them brutally wide, exposing her untouched, weeping pussy to the air. He buried his face in her cunt, inhaling the potent scent of her arousal—the sweet, metallic tang of a virgin ready to be broken—before—

Chomp.

He bit her clit.

He didn’t nip it. He chewed on the sensitive pearl, his teeth scraping against the bundle of nerves.

"MMMPHHH!!"