Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 420- Having Power, Women and Just Absolute Thrusts
The other Amazonian women murmured in agreement, their hands moving to similar protective positions over their wombs.
"That’s not power!" Lysa shouted, her voice cracking. "That’s just... that’s just handing your bodies to a man! Spreading your legs and—"
Her words died in her throat.
Because an image flashed through her mind—unwanted but undeniable.
Her three Queens. Helvora. Seris. Vyrena.
All three on their knees, mouths open, tongues out, servicing his cock like it was their holy duty. Their faces covered in cum. Their eyes glazed with broken pleasure.
And the power. The undeniable power they’d gained afterward.
Lysa’s ears flattened against her skull. Her tail drooped.
She couldn’t finish her sentence.
Because she’d seen it too. They’d all seen it.
Every catkin woman trapped in those butterflies had watched as their young warrior—Lyra—had been deflowered brutally and then ascended from Silver Realm to Peak Death Gate Realm in minutes.
Through being bred.
The argument continued, but the catkin’s hearts weren’t in it anymore.
"Exactly," Kara said smugly, seeing the defeat in their eyes. "You know the truth. Power comes from serving him. From taking his cock. From being filled with his seed."
"It’s the new cultivation method," another Amazonian added, her massive breasts jiggling as she laughed. "And we were the first to experience it. We’re already stronger than any of you."
The catkin women bristled, but couldn’t argue. They could feel it—the dense, powerful auras radiating from the Amazonian maids. These women who had been bred first, who had been serving Tianlong for weeks, were monstrously strong now.
Stronger than most of the catkin warriors had ever been.
The hallway fell into tense silence, both groups glaring at each other, when suddenly—
A presence.
Every woman in the hallway felt it simultaneously. A weight in the air. A pressure that made their pussies clench involuntarily, made their nipples stiffen instantly.
All eyes turned toward the far end of the hallway.
And he appeared.
Tianlong.
Walking slowly, casually, his footsteps echoing in the sudden silence.
His body was... magnificent. Muscle carved like marble, each group defined but not bulky. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. Arms thick with power. His skin had a faint golden sheen—the result of his advanced body cultivation.
He wore loose silk pants that hung low on his hips, showing the deep V of his lower abs. His chest was bare, glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
He looked like a Greek god descending among mortals.
Behind him, barely visible through a doorway, they could see a figure collapsed on a bed—Mira, the panther-kin mother, her body twitching, her belly swollen, cum leaking from both her pussy and her ass. She was glowing faintly with the energy of her advancement.
He’d just finished destroying her anal virginity after hours of brutal fucking.
Every woman in the hallway—Amazonian and catkin alike—felt their bodies react.
Wetness flooded between their legs. Hearts hammered. Breathing quickened.
Then, as one, they moved.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
All of them—two hundred Amazonian women and a thousand catkin women—turned and pressed themselves against the walls of the hallway.
But not just standing. This was a specific position. A ritual they’d been taught.
They bent forward at the waist, pressing their hands flat against the marble walls. Their legs spread slightly. Their backs arched, pushing their asses out obscenely.
The Amazonian women’s massive, thick asses jutted out like offerings. Their short skirts rode up completely, exposing their pussies—all already wet, glistening, dripping.
The catkin women mirrored the position on the opposite wall, their tails swirling upward and to the side, exposing their own wet slits.
It was the Position of Submission—showing their most vulnerable places to their King, ready to be taken at any moment.
Tianlong walked slowly down the center of the hallway, his crimson-gold eyes sweeping over the display of bent-over women on both sides.
Hundreds of pussies. All wet. All waiting. All his.
"One from the Amazon tribe," he said, his voice carrying absolute authority, "and one from the catkin. Go to the last corner bedroom and bathe the woman inside."
Immediately, two women straightened—one thick Amazonian with dark skin and massive hips, one smaller catkin with black ears.
But as they turned to move toward the bedroom where Mira lay, Tianlong’s hand shot out.
He grabbed one of the Amazonian women who was still bent over—a particularly thick one with braided black hair and an ass so substantial it seemed to defy gravity.
"Ahh!" she gasped as his hand gripped her hip.
With his other hand, he hiked up her already-short skirt, exposing her completely. Her pussy was dripping, puffy lips swollen with arousal.
His cock—which had been hanging heavy in his silk pants—sprang free. Nine inches of thick, still-wet shaft from his earlier session with Mira.
He positioned himself behind the Amazonian woman and pushed forward slowly.
SQUELCH.
"OHHHHH!!!" Her eyes rolled back immediately as he entered her. Her pussy stretched around his girth—still tight despite being bred before, because he was just that thick.
"FINALLY!" she moaned, her voice breaking with relief. "MY PUSSY... IT’S STUFFED AGAIN... BY THE COCK I LOVE!"
Tianlong’s hand moved from her hip to her breast, groping the massive mound roughly through her uniform. His other hand tilted her face back, and he captured her lips in a dominating kiss.
SMOOCH.
His tongue invaded her mouth as his fingers found her nipple through the fabric and pinched.
TWIST.
"MMMPH!!!"
He broke the kiss and spoke against her lips: "Where are the Queens and the other high-ranking bitches of mine?"
Before the Amazonian woman could answer, several catkin maids broke formation.
They rushed forward, hugging Tianlong from behind, pressing their bodies against his back. Their hands roamed his chest, his abs, feeling the hard muscle.
"Master!" one purred, her small breasts pressing against his lower back.
"They’re still in the throne room," another answered, kissing his shoulder blade.
"Untouched," a third added, her hand sliding down toward his cock where it was buried in the Amazonian woman. "Waiting for you to fuck them too!"
"We want you too, Master!" the first one whimpered, her hands groping whatever part of him she could reach. "Please! It’s been hours! We need your cock!"
Several more catkin women moved in, kissing his thighs, his sides, his arms—anywhere they could reach while he remained buried in the Amazonian maid.
Tianlong looked down at the swarm of desperate women clinging to him, all begging for his cock, and made a decision.
"All of you," he said, his voice cutting through their pleas. "Remove your clothes. Now."
The hallway erupted into frantic movement.
Buttons popped. Fabric tore. Skirts fell to the floor with wet ’plops’ from being soaked through.
Within seconds, hundreds of women stood completely naked in the hallway—Amazonian and catkin alike.
Massive breasts bouncing free. Thick asses jiggling. Pussies dripping onto the marble floor. Tails swishing with desperate arousal.
It was an ocean of flesh, all wet, all ready, all his.
Tianlong pulled out of the Amazonian maid with a wet ’schlorp’.
"AHHN!" She whimpered at the loss, her pussy gaping, trying to pull him back in.
He turned to face the crowd of naked women—hundreds of golden eyes and dark eyes staring at him with pure, desperate need.
"Let’s start by deflowering one..."
