Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 267 - First Penetration of a Mother

The cold cave air pressed down against her exposed skin like a living thing.

She lay there on the wet grass of the cave floor — spread, trembling, obscenely bare — her thick thighs falling open under their own surrendered weight, her massive pregnant belly rising and falling with each ragged, desperate breath she drew.

Her heavy breasts had settled to either side of her chest, the dark, swollen areolas puckered tight from the cold and the rough handling, her nipples still aching and red from his fingers.

Her hairy pussy — dark, full, completely exposed beneath the stretched ruin of her torn panties — glistened with the involuntary arousal that had gathered between her folds despite everything. Despite the humiliation.

Despite the tears still hot on her cheeks.

Despite the fact that she was a ’Queen.’

Cang stood over her.

He didn’t rush. He simply ’looked’ — the way a man surveys something he already owns — dragging his gaze from the swell of her belly to the heavy curve of her inner thighs to the dark thatch of hair between them, a slow, deliberate inventory that made her squirm far more than she wanted to.

His cock had begun to harden again.

Full, thick, the veins along the underside already rising as fresh blood flooded in — still marked with the remnants of Yuxi’s ruin, half-dried against his skin, and growing heavier with every second he spent looking at her.

"Good," he said, almost to himself.

He dropped down.

Not gently. Not carefully.

His knees hit the ground on either side of her thick hips with a ’thud’ that reverberated through the cave floor and up through her spine, and the sheer, sudden ’presence’ of him above her — the massive shadow of his frame blocking out the thin thread of light above — made the Queen’s breath hitch entirely into silence.

"P-Please..." she began, instinctively.

His hand closed around her left breast.

"Ahh—!"

He gripped the enormous, milk-swollen mass of it with brutal thoroughness, fingers digging into the tender, overfull flesh as he ’squeezed’ — not with the lazy possessiveness from before but with focused, deliberate cruelty, watching her face the entire time, watching her expression crumple. The breast was absurdly, indecently full — pregnancy-bloated and heavy, the skin stretched tight and hyper-sensitive, and every ounce of pressure his hand applied sent white-hot sparks firing across every nerve ending she possessed.

"A-Ahh... ngh... it hurts, Immortal, please—"

He brought his head down and ’bit’ her.

His teeth closed around the dark, swollen nipple without a single second of warning — not a gentle nip, not a tease, but a ’real’ bite, the sharp edge of his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh with enough force to make her vision white out entirely at the edges.

"AAAAHHH—!!"

Her back arched violently off the ground, her belly lurching with the motion — the heavy, round mass of it jiggling from the force of her reaction — her hands flying up instinctively to push at his head, palms pressing uselessly against his skull.

He didn’t move.

He ’bit harder’, his tongue pressing flat against the tip of her nipple even as his teeth held their grip, dragging a sound from her that wasn’t quite a scream and wasn’t quite a sob — something broken and agonized and helplessly, traitorously wet in the space between.

’Badump. Badump.’

Her heart slammed against her sternum.

"I-It hurts—! Please, Immortal, please be gentle—"

He finally released her nipple from his teeth, not out of mercy but simply to move his mouth to the heavy underside of her breast, where he bit again — harder this time, leaving a vivid crescent of marks across the pale skin that flushed immediately red.

"Be gentle," he repeated, his voice muffled against her skin, almost ’thoughtful’ — as if he were genuinely considering it. Then he lifted his head, and the dark amusement on his face answered the question before his mouth did.

"I don’t do gentle."

His hand was already moving south.

His fingers shoved past the ruined scraps of her panties — not pulling them aside but simply forcing through them, the thin fabric tearing further under his knuckles — and then his fingers were ’there’, pressing directly against the full, hairy swell of her mound. He didn’t explore. He didn’t tease. His fingers curled into the dark, coarse hair between her thighs and simply ’pulled.’

"AAAHH—!! N-No—!!"

A raw, mortified shriek burst from her throat as he yanked the dark curls with brutal deliberation, the sharp, stinging burn of it firing across her most sensitive skin, her thick thighs slamming together around his wrist on pure reflex.

"Open," he said flatly.

"I-It ’hurts’, please, that hurts—!"

"Open. Your. Legs."

She opened them.

Trembling so badly that the motion was barely controlled, her thick, soft thighs fell apart again, and his fingers settled back against her mound — not pulling this time but ’pressing’, rubbing in slow, crushing circles that forced sensation through the pain whether her body wanted it or not.

Her pussy — traitorous, desperate thing — was ’wet.’

Profoundly, embarrassingly, undeniably wet.

"Look at this," Cang murmured, dragging two fingers slowly through her soaked folds, feeling the heat that poured from her entrance, the way her walls clenched instinctively around nothing at the contact. His fingers came away slick to the knuckle. He held them up for her to see. "A pregnant queen, crying because it hurts... and leaking like a faucet."

"I—that’s not—" Her face burned scarlet. "I don’t—"

"Your body is more honest than your mouth," he said simply, and pressed the thick, blunt head of his cock against her entrance.

The contact alone made her seize up.

"W-Wait—" The word cracked in half as her hands flew down to grip his forearms. "’Wait’, Immortal, please, I’m pregnant — I’m ’pregnant’, please—"

"I know," he said, unbothered.

"You’ll ’hurt’ the—"

"No, I won’t." The answer was immediate, utterly certain, delivered with the particular calm of someone who has done this before. His hips pressed forward, just slightly, just enough for the fat head of his cock to part her outer folds and ’nestle’ against her entrance — not pushing in yet, simply ’resting’ there, letting her feel the sheer, impossible width of what was about to happen to her.

She could feel her pussy already struggling to accommodate just the ’tip.’

"Immortal—" her voice broke entirely, "—it’s too ’big’, it won’t—I can’t—please, please just be—"

He pushed in.

"HNNNGGHH—!!"