Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 424- A Widow’s Fill

His thumb pressed harder against her lip.

"Understand?"

"Y-yes, Master..." Mira breathed, so quietly it was almost inaudible.

Yuna stepped forward, her cat ears twitching. "We can help the boy get to sleep," she offered, her voice sweet but her eyes telling Mira exactly what she was: his whore now.

Yu Xiang nodded elegantly. "You can talk with our husband. We’ll take good care of little Kael."

The message was clear. They were claiming dominance. Showing Mira her place in the hierarchy.

Mira looked between them, then down at her son.

"Would you like these nice ladies to tell you bedtime stories?" she asked Kael, her voice shaking.

"YES!"

Kael cheered, immediately releasing his mother and running to Yuna, who scooped him up with a genuine smile.

"Come on, little one. Let’s go upstairs."

Yu Xiang followed, and together they carried Kael toward the small bedroom, leaving Mira alone with Tianlong in the main room.

The door closed.

Silence.

Mira stood there, trembling, her eyes downcast.

Tianlong walked to the small wooden chair—the same one he’d sat in hours ago before transforming her world—and sat down.

He spread his legs wide, his posture dominant, relaxed.

Then he pointed at her.

A simple gesture. Come.

Mira’s body moved before her mind could protest. She walked toward him, her steps unsteady, her thick thighs trembling.

When she reached him, her hands automatically moved to the hem of her dress and lifted it.

Exposing herself.

In front of Akane, who had just entered and leaned against the wall with arms crossed, her nine tails swaying.

In front of Sabrina, who clicked her tongue in annoyance but watched with those predatory golden tiger eyes.

Tianlong’s cock emerged from his pants—still hard, always hard.

Mira turned around, facing away from him, and positioned herself over his lap.

"Wait..." she whispered. "Not my... not there again..."

But her body was already lowering. Her thick ass descending toward his cock.

Tianlong’s hands gripped her hips and adjusted her angle.

The head of his cock pressed against her asshole—still gaped and aching from earlier.

"While we talk," Tianlong said calmly, "you’re going to sit on my cock. Anal only. I want to feel your ass grip me while you tell me about this town."

"I... I can’t..." Mira sobbed. "It still hurts from before..."

But she was lowering herself anyway. Her body betraying her. The corruption complete.

The head pushed through her stretched rim.

POP!

"Hnnngh!!!"

Gravity pulled her down. Inch by inch, his thick cock filled her ass, stretching her anal walls, pushing deep into her bowels.

Three inches. Six inches. Nine inches.

Fully seated.

Her thick ass rested on his thighs, her body impaled completely on his cock.

"AHHH... HAHHH... HAHHHH..." She panted, her eyes rolling back, her tongue hanging out slightly.

From the side, Akane and Sabrina watched this thick MILF get sodomized in her own living room.

Tianlong wrapped his arms around Mira’s waist, pulling her back against his chest. One hand moved up to cup her breast through the dress, feeling the piercing beneath.

"Now," he said, his voice calm despite having his cock buried in her ass, "tell me about the leadership here. You mentioned a merchant family?"

"I... I..." Mira’s voice was broken, interrupted by gasps as her body adjusted to the anal intrusion.

Tianlong thrust up slightly.

SQUELCH.

"AHHN!"

"Focus," he commanded. "Answer me."

Tears streamed down Mira’s face—but she was smiling. A broken, cock-addicted smile.

Because despite the pain, despite the humiliation, despite everything—her pussy was gushing again, dripping onto his balls.

She was addicted. Completely. Utterly. Irreversibly.

"Th-this place..." she stammered, "doesn’t have a... a particular queen or royal family..."

Tianlong thrust again.

SQUELCH.

"NGHH!"

"Continue," he ordered, his hand moving from her breast to her throat, applying gentle pressure. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"R-right now... the merchant family... with a woman heading it... rules this place..."

"Name?"

"S-Seraphina..." Mira gasped. "Merchant Queen Seraphina... she controls... controls the trade routes... and holds the... the key to..."

Thrust.

SQUELCH.

"AHHHN!"

"The key to what?"

"To the... the Mermaid Town... in the Fourth Circle..."

Tianlong’s eyes gleamed with interest.

There it was. The quest target.

"Good," he praised, kissing her neck while his cock remained buried in her ass. "You’re being very helpful."

His hands moved to her hips and he started moving her—not thrusting, but lifting her up and down on his cock, using her body.

SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH.

Tianlong’s hands gripped Mira’s thick hips, lifting and dropping her on his cock with mechanical precision. Her anal walls clung desperately to his shaft with each upward pull, then were forced to stretch again on each downward slam.

"AHHN! AHHN! MASTER! I’M... I’M TRYING TO TALK BUT—NGHH!"

Her words kept breaking, interrupted by the brutal rhythm. Her massive breasts bounced beneath the dress with each impact, the piercings sending constant jolts through her nervous system.

But something was changing.

Her ass—already abused for hours earlier—was reaching its limit.

"It... it hurts..." Mira sobbed, her voice cracking. "Master, please... my ass... it hurts so much..."

Real tears now. Not the arousal-tears from before, but actual pain-tears streaming down her copper cheeks.

SQUELCH.

"AHHH! IT’S... IT’S TEARING!" she cried out, her voice raw. "I CAN FEEL IT! MY ASS IS TEARING!"

And it was. Small stress fractures in her anal walls, micro-tears from the constant stretching. Drops of blood mixed with the fluids leaking around his shaft.

But her face...

Her face told a different story.

Her golden eyes were rolled back, showing mostly whites. Her mouth hung open in a slack, drooling expression. Her tongue lolled out like a dog’s.

She looked like a pig. A horny, rutting pig in heat.

"But... but it feels good too..." she whimpered between sobs. "Why... why does it feel good when it hurts? Why am I... why am I getting wetter?"

Her pussy was indeed gushing, spraying fluids with each bounce, soaking Tianlong’s balls and the chair beneath them.

"I’m... I’m broken..." she sobbed. "You broke me... turned me into... into a pig who loves cock even when it hurts..."

Her body started bouncing on its own now, driven by pure addiction rather than his hands. She was fucking herself on his cock despite the pain, despite the tearing, despite everything.

BOUNCE-BOUNCE-BOUNCE.

Her thick ass rippled with each impact, flesh jiggling obscenely.

"MASTER! MASTER! I LOVE IT! I HATE IT! IT HURTS! IT FEELS GOOD! I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!"

Her eyes rolled further back.

"I’m... I’m..."

THUD.

Her body went limp.

She’d passed out mid-bounce, consciousness fleeing from the overwhelming sensory overload of pain and pleasure mixed beyond her brain’s ability to process.

Her head lolled forward, drool dripping from her slack mouth onto her own breasts. Her body remained impaled on his cock, but completely unconscious, like a dead weight.

Tianlong sighed, the sound carrying genuine annoyance.

"Tch."

He gripped her hips and lifted her off his cock.

SCHLORP.

Her asshole gaped obscenely as he pulled out, blood and fluids leaking from the abused hole. Her body was completely limp in his hands.

"Akane," he called.

The nine-tailed fox woman pushed off from the wall, her tails swaying as she approached. She looked at Mira’s unconscious form with a mixture of pity and amusement.

"You were too hard on her, husband," Akane said, though her tone was more observational than critical. She reached out and took Mira’s limp body from Tianlong’s grip.

The thick MILF hung in Akane’s arms like a ragdoll, her head lolling, mouth still open, drool still dripping.

"I’ll get her cleaned up and put in bed," Akane said, adjusting Mira in her arms. "She’ll need healing before she can walk properly."