Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 435- Tasting the Mermaid Thoroughly

The sash came free. Tianlong shrugged his shoulders, letting the outer robe slide down his arms and pool at his feet.

His torso was revealed.

Sculpted muscle. Not the grotesque bulk of a bodybuilder, but the perfect proportions of a warrior-god. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. Defined pectorals, eight-pack abs, those V-lines that drew the eye inexorably downward.

Golden skin—literally golden, glowing faintly with residual divine energy. Smooth, unmarred by scars despite countless battles.

He looked like a marble statue of masculine perfection given life.

The mermaid stared, her mouth hanging open slightly. She’d never seen a male body like this. Merfolk males were... different. Sleeker, more streamlined for swimming. This was ’power’—raw, overwhelming, undeniable.

Tianlong moved back onto the bed, one knee pressing into the soaked silk, then the other. He positioned himself between her tail—his hands gripping her scaled lower body just below where her skin transitioned, spreading her slightly.

His hands were warm. Large enough that his fingers wrapped almost completely around her girth.

He leaned down, his face hovering above hers.

"Relax," he said again, that same calm command. "This is happening."

Then his mouth captured hers.

The mermaid froze. Her eyes went wide, staring up at his closed lids from inches away.

His tongue pressed against the seam of her lips, demanding entry.

She yielded without thinking, her mouth opening.

His tongue invaded—exploring, tasting, claiming. She could taste herself on his tongue, that salty-sweet flavor making her whimper into the kiss.

His hands roamed upward while he kissed her. Trailing along her scaled sides, finding the patches of scales on her ribs, then moving to her breasts.

He groped them—not gently. His large hands engulfed her small mounds completely, squeezing, kneading. His thumbs found her nipples and rolled them, pinched them just hard enough to make her gasp into his mouth.

Then his mouth left hers, trailing down. Kissing along her jaw, her neck, the hollow of her throat. Finding her left breast again and sucking the nipple hard—pulling it, his teeth grazing, his tongue swirling.

The mermaid moaned, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders. His skin was warm beneath her palms, his muscles shifting as he moved.

He switched to her right breast, giving it the same attention. Sucking, biting gently, his tongue lavishing the sensitive bud until she was writhing beneath him.

And all the while, she felt it.

Something hot. Something hard. Pressing against her lower body.

She couldn’t see it—his body blocked her view—but she felt its presence. Its size.

Panic fluttered in her chest.

Tianlong released her nipple, his hands moving to his lower robe. The fabric was already tented obscenely.

He pushed it down his hips.

His cock sprang free.

’’Nine inches’’. Thick—easily two inches in diameter. Perfectly straight. The head was flared, already glistening with precum. A single prominent vein ran along the underside from base to tip.

It bobbed slightly with his heartbeat, standing rigid and demanding between them.

The mermaid’s eyes went impossibly wide. All color drained from her face.

"No," she breathed. "No no no, that’s... that won’t..."

Tianlong wrapped his right hand around his shaft, stroking once. His cock twitched in response, another bead of precum welling at the tip.

He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against the vertical slit of her cloaca.

The heat was immediate. Even through that sealed opening, he felt her internal warmth radiating against his most sensitive flesh.

"It will not enter," the mermaid said desperately, her hands pushing against his chest. Not with real force—she was still weak, still recovering—but with genuine fear. "I need... I need a smaller one. You have to... can you make it smaller?"

Tianlong raised an eyebrow. His golden eyes met her panicked blue ones.

"What will happen if I enter with a bigger one?" The question was genuine curiosity, not cruelty.

The mermaid’s eyes filled with tears. "It will tear! I’ll... I’ll break! Please, you can’t—I’m not built for... humans are different, merfolk males are—"

She was babbling now, terror overriding the pleasure-haze from her orgasm.

Tianlong considered for a moment.

Then he chuckled. "Alright."

His cock ’’changed’’.

The mermaid watched in horrified fascination as the shaft in his hand shifted. The girth decreased slightly—from two inches to maybe one and a half. Still thick, but no longer impossibly so.

But that wasn’t the shocking part.

’’Ridges appeared’’.

Starting about an inch below the head, raised bumps formed along his shaft. They spiraled around his length like the texture of a bitter gourd or corn cob—pronounced, clearly defined, each one about a quarter-inch high.

They ran all the way to the base, creating a surface that was no longer smooth but intensely textured.

His cock looked alien now. Still recognizably a penis, but modified into something designed for a very specific purpose.

Maximum stimulation.

The mermaid stared, her mouth hanging open. "What... what did you...?"

"Better?" Tianlong’s tone was conversational. He stroked his modified shaft once, the ridges catching slightly on his palm. "This should fit. And feel ’very’ interesting for you."

"I... that’s... you can just..."

She couldn’t form coherent thoughts. The impossibility of what she’d just witnessed warred with the reality of the textured cock now pressing against her entrance.

Tianlong shifted his hips forward. The ridged head of his cock pressed against her cloaca’s sealed slit, finding the same opening his fingers had invaded minutes ago.

He pushed.

The opening resisted, those biological seals trying to hold firm.

He pushed harder, his hips rolling forward, applying steady pressure.

The head ’’slipped’’.

Not inside. It simply slid upward along her scaled lower body, the angle wrong, the tightness preventing penetration.

The mermaid gasped at the sensation—that ridged head dragging across sealed flesh, catching on her scales.

Tianlong pulled back, repositioning. Found her opening again. Pushed.

’’Slip.’’

Again, his cock slid away, unable to find purchase.

"Hold still," he muttered, more to himself than her.

His left hand moved to her lower body, fingers spreading her cloaca’s slit slightly—opening that sealed entrance just enough to provide a target.

His right hand gripped his shaft, angling it precisely.

He thrust forward.

This time, the head caught. The ridged tip pressed against her opening, the resistance fierce but no longer absolute.

The mermaid cried out, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "Wait wait wait—please, just—"

Tianlong’s hips rolled forward.

’’POP.’’

The head breached her entrance.

The mermaid ’’screamed’’.

"AAAHHH~!! HIEEKK~!! NO NO IT’S—OUNGH~!!"

Just the head. Maybe an inch total penetration. But it felt like her entire lower body was being split apart.

Those ridges—even on the head—caught on her internal walls, dragging against those circular muscles, forcing them to stretch in ways they’d never experienced.

Tianlong groaned—a deep, guttural sound. "Fuck. ’Fuck’. This is..."

The sensation was overwhelming. Her cloaca gripped his cockhead with pressure that bordered on painful. Those ridged internal muscles wrapped around the ridges on his shaft, creating a texture-on-texture sensation unlike anything he’d experienced.

And he’d fucked ’thousands’ of women.

His left hand moved to where her scales met skin. His thumb found a small raised bump there—hidden among the scales, easily missed.

He pressed it, rubbed it in small circles.

The mermaid’s scream cut off. Her eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open in a silent "O."

That bump—her clitoris, or the merfolk equivalent—was intensely sensitive. More sensitive than a human woman’s, nerve endings packed densely in that single spot.

Tianlong rubbed it harder, his thumb working in steady circles while his cock remained lodged just inside her entrance.

The mermaid’s resistance crumbled. Her internal muscles, which had been clenched tight in rejection, began to flutter. Then spasm. Then ’’pull’’.

"There we go," Tianlong murmured. "Much better."

He pushed forward.

Another inch penetrated. Then another.

The mermaid moaned—high and breathless. "Hngh~! Aahhn~! It’s—oh gods—I can feel—nnngaah~!"

Each ridge on his shaft had to force its way past each of her internal ridges. The sensation was maddening—pleasure bordering on pain for both of them.

Tianlong leaned down over her, his muscular chest pressing against her small breasts. His face hovered above hers, close enough that their breath mingled.

He kissed her—deep and consuming—while his hips continued their slow, relentless advance.

Three inches. Four inches.

His thumb never stopped working her clit. Rubbing, circling, occasionally pressing hard enough to make her entire body jerk.

The mermaid moaned into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on desperately. Her tail thrashed weakly against the bed, the strength drained from her by overwhelming sensation.

Five inches.

Tianlong felt it.

A barrier. Thicker than the surrounding tissue, stretched taut across her internal passage.

He pulled back from the kiss, looking down into her tear-filled eyes.

"So your hymen is deeper than normal women," he said, genuine interest in his voice.

The mermaid nodded frantically, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "Please," she whimpered. "Please be gentle, it’s going to—"