Chapter 546- The 68Kg Fuck Doll
His hand settled between her legs from behind, two fingers pressing against her pussy from the back — not entering, just pressing — and he felt the slick immediately against his fingertips. The wet warmth of her soaked folds pressed back against his touch, a heavy contrast to the cool cave air.
She made a sound. High, involuntary, her whole body shuddering as the skin of her stomach tightened.
Her face went crimson.
He withdrew his hand without a word. Shifting her forward slightly on his torso, he slid her down, the movement unhurried and direct.
The cockhead pressed against the outside of her pussy.
Not in. Against. The broad, hot surface of it pressed flat against her folds, the outer skin of her vulva parting slightly around the blunt shape without taking it. Her silk blouse bunched up over her ribs, the fabric straining over her full breasts as they rose and fell with her frantic breathing.
She felt the scale of it. Even from the outside, the thick ridge seemed too massive to belong anywhere near her.
Her thighs trembled, the pale flesh twitching against his dark robes.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
The question arrived so casually that she almost answered it before the content registered.
"What — I — that is not —" Her voice was three registers higher than usual. "Why are you —"
"Are you."
"I have — I am not — that is not —" She was stammering, her face so red it was nearly violet, her hands clutching at the air near his neck. "I have had cultivation partners before, I am not —"
"You are too late to answer," he said.
His large hands settled on her hips, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh of her waist.
She had one moment.
One moment of his grip tightening, marking her pale skin — one moment of her eyes going wide as she felt the shift in his posture, the gathering intention in his rigid frame —
"WAIT — WAIT I AM NOT —"
He slammed her down.
The sound that came out of the cave was not a moan. It was not a cry.
It was a ’PHACCCKKK’ — a single, catastrophic impact of his balls against her ass and her body against his. The cave walls threw the sound back doubled, the sudden crash echoing through the dark space, followed by a high, agonizing note:
’"KYAAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!!"’
The scream split the cave from wall to wall.
Her voice broke in the middle of it, cracking into something beyond a name, beyond language — a raw, total sound that came from the place inside a person that exists before words do.
Because he had not entered her gradually.
He had not entered her in stages, not given her walls time to accommodate, not eased past her cervix carefully or pressed through her innermost threshold with patience. He had gone from the outside of her to the deepest possible point inside her in a single, unyielding stroke.
Nine inches. Ten. Ball-deep.
The head of him punched through her cervix like it did not exist, the tight ring of muscle yielding to brute force.
It was inside her womb.
She could feel it — the specific, internal, impossible fullness of something occupying a space that her body had been holding empty her entire life. Her belly pushed outward below her navel in a visible dome, the thick shape of him inside her body readable through her stretched skin.
Her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites.
Her head dropped back, her throat bared and pulsing.
Her hands, which had been at his shoulders, went limp and fell to her sides, fingers twitching against the stone floor.
The tears that came were not from emotion.
They came from a place in her body so deep that emotion had nothing to do with it — they came from her nervous system overloading. Every pain receptor fired at once from the specific, brutal experience of being rearranged.
She hung there on his cock, impaled. Her thick thighs shook against his hips, and her heavy breasts pressed against his chest with their full, soft weight, her nipples swollen and dark, dragging against his rough skin with every shallow breath.
The fire crackled.
The rain fell outside.
The dog near the entrance sneezed.
Tianlong looked down at the woman collapsed against his chest — her wet face pressed into his collarbone, her body shaking in small, continuous aftershocks. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, every individual flutter of her overwhelmed inner walls gripping his shaft like a vice.
He placed one large hand on the small of her back, anchoring her.
Held her there.
"Breathe," he said. The word came out the same as everything else he said — quiet, even, carrying its own gravity.
She breathed. A long, shuddering inhale that went all the way down, her ribs expanding against his chest.
"Sob... Unghh~~ I-It.... Kkngh... Hurts...."
"Until others arrive, serve me."
Tianlong’s fingers bit into her thick waist. He lifted her off his lap like she weighed nothing, her cunt still stuffed full of his cock, the wet suction of her inner walls clinging to him as he moved her through the air. Her feet dangled, toes brushing the dirt, her heavy tits swinging with the sudden motion, the dark nipples stiff and red against the fabric of her torn blouse. He stood, carrying her impaled body across the cave with long strides that made her bounce on his shaft, each step sending a fresh jolt through her womb.
Her hands flailed, finding his shoulders, her nails digging crescents into the dense, unyielding muscle. "Hnngh~! W-Wait, you are walking while inside~!"
He did not answer. He simply moved to the nearest stone wall, slammed her back against it with a wet impact that drove the air from her lungs in a sharp ’ungh~!’, and began to fuck her in earnest.
PHACCK!! PAHH! PAHHH! PAHH!! PALLPHH!!
"KYAAANGHH~~! SLOW—HIEEEKKK~!! HNGHH?!! N-NOONGHHH!!!! I WILL TEAR APART~!!!! AAaaaNnnGgggHhhhh~~!!!!"
Her voice came out shredded. He was using her like a sleeve, a warm hole built for his pleasure, his hips swinging in a blur that made the wet flesh of her ass slap against the stone. Each thrust sent her tits bouncing, the heavy mounds slapping up against her own chin, the soft undersides jiggling with a meaty ripple that left trails of moisture on her skin. The cave walls threw back the sounds of their collision in doubled, wet echoes.
He fucked her without mercy, without rhythm change, without the consideration that would have marked a human lover. It was a half-hour of unrelenting, piston-driven savagery.
The stone behind her scraped her shoulder blades raw, but she did not notice past the overwhelming reality of the cock rearranging her insides. Her cunt lips, swollen from the initial entry, darkened further — turning a furious, abused red around the shaft that sawed in and out of her, friction heat building until the air between them smelled of sex and scorched skin.
PAH! PAH! PAHHH! PAAAH!
"Hngh~! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!!"
"N-No~! Too fast~! Ungh~!! I will break~!"
"Please~! Immortal~! Slow down~!"
She begged, her voice cracking. Her nails scraped the stone wall behind her, fingers finding no purchase on the ancient rock. Her legs shook, one knee lifting instinctively, seeking any angle that would reduce the depth of his thrusts. Her eyes rolled back, spit trailing from the corner of her mouth in a long, glistening strand that dripped onto her shoulder.
He grabbed that leg.
His large hand hooked under her knee and hoisted it up, pressing her thick thigh against his shoulder, opening her cunt completely. The new angle let him sink even deeper, the ridge of his cockhead scraping against her front walls with every drive.
Her foot dangled near his ear, toes curling and uncurling helplessly.
PAAH! PAAAH! PAAH!
"AAANGHH~~!! NIEENGHHT~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"