Chapter 549 - Making the Inadequate Adequate by Pumping Her Pussy
She lunged.
Her broken body moved with the desperate speed of a woman terrified of divine displeasure, her hands grabbing his wet, mud-splattered shaft, her mouth opening wide. She took the head between her lips instantly, sucking with the fervor of worship, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue pressing flat against the underside.
She hugged his leg.
Her arms wrapped around his thigh as she knelt in the mud, her face buried in his crotch, taking him as deep as her destroyed throat could manage. The taste of him — mud, rain, her own ass, his cum — mixed in her mouth, and she accepted it all. She sucked him like a grape hanging from a tree, her whole body pressed against him, trembling. Her eyes closed, her face a mask of exhausted devotion, her swollen lips stretched around his girth.
Tianlong looked down.
A smile formed on his lips, slow and genuine.
He reached out and stroked her wet, mud-matted hair with one large hand, feeling the feverish heat of her scalp, the way she had decided to serve him even when her body had nothing left.
"Well," he murmured. "I suppose I truly found good prey in this world."
Her eyes closed.
She kept sucking, her mouth working in slow, exhausted pulses, until consciousness finally slipped away from her. She slumped forward, his cock still resting against her open lips, her face pressed into his thigh, her body twitching in the mud.
Tianlong sighed.
He looked up at the storm-dark sky. The rain had not stopped. The little black dog peered from the cave mouth, watching with the stillness of a creature that had seen enough for one lifetime.
He snapped his fingers.
A beam of energy erupted from his hand, piercing the clouds, a golden pillar that split the storm and climbed into the heavens. It was a summons, a beacon, a declaration of presence that any cultivator within a thousand miles would feel in their bones.
He crouched beside the unconscious woman.
His hand pressed against her lower belly, feeling the residual spiritual signature of the Plum Blossom sect still lingering in her ki, now mixed indelibly with his own essence. He extracted it with a single, elegant pull, a thread of warm-toned energy coiling in his palm.
He threw it into the sky.
The sect signature merged with the beacon, broadcasting a clear message to any Mount Hua cultivator who sensed it: one of their own was here, alive, and in the presence of something vast.
Tianlong stood.
His cock hung thick and hard against his thigh, unsated but patient. He looked at the beacon and then down at Jingwei’s ruined, twitching form in the mud.
A smirk formed on his face.
"Wouldn’t the sect leaders spread their legs for their ancestor?"
The rain hammered his bare shoulders in cold, relentless sheets. He stood over the twitching wreckage he had made of her, his cock still standing thick and angry against his thigh, unsated by the ruin of her ass.
He looked down.
Jingwei lay in the mud on her side, her legs curled slightly, her body jerking in small, involuntary spasms. Thick white cum poured steadily from her gaping asshole, mixing with the brown muck and the rain into a filthy, pink-tinged soup beneath her plush hips. Her torn dress clung to her heavy tits in wet rags, the dark pink nipples stiff and pointing skyward, beaded with rain and her own leaked milk.
He crouched.
His large hands sank into the soft flesh of her thick waist and he lifted her. She weighed nothing against his divine strength, her head lolling back, her dark hair plastered in mud-heavy ropes against her flushed cheeks. Her mouth hung open, a thin trail of saliva and rain spilling from one corner, and her heavy breasts slapped softly against each other as he hoisted her against his chest.
He carried her into the cave.
The fire he had conjured still burned with unnatural steadiness, casting warm amber light across the wet stone floor. The little black dog watched from the shadows, pressing its belly to the ground, making no sound as Tianlong strode past with his limp burden. He laid her down near the flames, spreading her on her back with the casual arrangement of a man placing a tool he intended to use.
Her legs fell open naturally.
The ruined dress bunched around her waist, leaving her lower body bare to the firelight. Her asshole winked and clenched helplessly, a dark, puffy ring still leaking his seed in thick, slow globs that pooled under her plush bottom. But above that wreckage, her cunt presented an entirely different face. Soft, dark curls guarded tight lips that clung together in a neat, unviolated line, the hair damp with rain and her own earlier squirt, framing an entrance that had not yet been punished to match her rear.
Tianlong leaned over her.
His shadow swallowed her whole body. The contrast made his cock jerk visibly, the broad head swelling darker, veins throbbing along the shaft with fresh hunger. Her pussy hair looked delicate, almost virginal against the obscene gaping of her anal, and that tightness called to him with a primitive demand that overrode any lingering patience.
He mounted her like a bull.
His heavy frame covered her, knees forcing her thick thighs wider against the warm stone. The heat of the fire pressed against his back as he lowered his hips, aligning the brutal weight of his cockhead with the soft, hairy cleft between her legs. The damp curls parted against his crown, the tight lips resisting for a single moment before he pushed.
He entered.
Her body lurched up off the stone.
A muffled cry leaked from her unconscious lips, her back arching in a sharp spasm, her heavy tits bouncing upward and slapping back down against her own chest with a wet, meaty sound. The tight cunt walls gripped him with a feverish, clinging heat entirely different from the ruined looseness of her bowels, sucking at his cockhead as he sank deeper.
"Nnngh~! Mmph~!"
He buried his face in the soft valley between her tits.
His hips began to hump.
Not slowly. Not carefully. He pistoned into her with a blur of speed that made the wet flesh of her ass slap against the stone in a rapid, obscene drumbeat. His hands pinned her wrists above her head, holding her in place as he used her limp body like an onahole, her heavy frame bouncing under him with each brutal drive.
PAH! PAH! BAHH!
"Hnngh~! Ungh~! Mmmph~!"
The firelight danced over the jiggle of her tits. Each impact sent the heavy mounds swaying in chaotic circles, the stiff pink nipples dragging across his chest and chin, leaving trails of warm milk. Her pussy hair grew slick with her own juices, matting against his shaft as he sawed in and out of the tight hole, the wet sounds of penetration echoing sharply in the enclosed cave.
He lifted his head from her tits.
His golden-crimson eyes burned down at her slack, unconscious face, her eyelids fluttering, tears still leaking from the corners as her body reacted to the invasion even in sleep. He ground his hips in a tight circle, stirring his cock inside her womb, making her belly bulge with the pressure.
"Let me elevate you," he grunted against her parted lips.
His voice was thick, carrying the weight of his Horny God Physique in every syllable. He drove forward again, slamming the head against the back of her cunt with enough force to scoot her body an inch across the stone.
"Let me push power into your worthless little core until your sect master weeps with jealousy."