Chapter 566- Finally she got the Cock
She looked at his cock.
Twelve inches of dark-veined, crimson-headed, divine shaft. The full impossible scale of it pressing against her lower belly where eight inches had pressed in candlelight three hundred and forty years ago and been called enough.
"This sect master," she said, "would like a new reference point."
Tianlong looked at her for a moment.
Then he smiled — not the clinical smile, not the satisfied smile of a man who has produced expected results. The smile of a man who is genuinely, simply pleased.
"Good," he said.
His hands moved from her tits to her hips. He turned her, slowly, to face the pool edge. Her enormous tits hung forward, swaying with the motion. His cock pressed against the soft, wide curve of her ass from behind, the thick shaft resting in the valley between her buttocks, the head pressing warm against the small of her back.
She put her hands on the pool edge.
She could see her own reflection in the water’s surface — the silver hair, the flushed face, the enormous tits hanging below her, the nipples red from his mouth. She could feel his cock against her ass. She could feel her own cunt, silver-haired and flushed and wet in a way that was categorically different from the reluctant lubrication her body had produced in that candlelight chamber.
This was not endurance.
This was her body asking.
His hand came to her hip. His other hand reached around her and found her left tit, cupping it from below, feeling the full weight of it, his thumb against her nipple.
The cockhead pressed against her entrance from behind.
She breathed.
He pressed.
The cockhead parted her pussy lips with a width that made her breath hitch and her knuckles whiten on the pool edge — not pain, not tearing, just the immediate, clear recognition of scale. Her lips stretched around the broad dome with a slow, sweet resistance, her walls pressing back not with the shocked clamping of violation but with the warm, rolling welcome of a body that had been asking for exactly this and was now receiving it.
Three inches.
"Hnn~!!" She pressed her forehead against the pool edge. "It is — ancestor it is already —"
"I know," he said.
Four inches. Five.
"AAANGH~!! It is filling — everything is — HIEKK~!! — it is reaching places he never — OUNGH~!!"
"Yes," he said. "It is."
Six. Seven. Eight.
Eight inches. The place where her map had previously ended. The limit that Donghuan’s cock had defined as the extent of what she was, as a body, capable of receiving.
Tianlong’s cockhead was at eight inches, pressed against her cervix, and there were still four more inches outside her.
She felt them there. Felt the weight of them against her. Felt her cultivation base reading the scale of what was waiting and producing, in her lower dantian, a warmth that she had been calling meditation progress for three hundred years and was now correctly identifying.
"More," she said.
The word came out before she decided on it.
He pushed.
His cockhead pressed through her cervix — not violently, but with the steady, unyielding pressure of something that was not going to be stopped by the same gate that had been a limit for eight inches. Her cervix opened around the head with a sensation that made her head drop and her tits swing and a sound come out of her throat that had no precedent in four hundred years of controlled breathing.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~!!!!!"
The scream filled the bath hall.
Not the scream of pain. The scream of a woman who had been carrying three hundred and forty years of wrong information and was having it corrected all at once, the cock driving into her womb in a single, flooding occupation that made her belly dome below her navel and her cultivation base ignite from its deepest roots upward in a column of pink-gold fire.
Twelve inches. Base to tip. His balls against her ass. His cock in her womb.
The pool water sloshed with the impact.
Her enormous tits swung forward and slapped the water surface, the nipples dragging through the warm pink-gold.
She held the pool edge.
She held it for three full breaths, feeling the impossible fullness, the cock that reached places in her body that she had not known were there, the warmth of his hand on her tit and his other hand on her hip and his chest pressed against her back.
"Well," she said.
Her voice came out rough and low and unrecognizable as the voice that had spoken to the elder council and the outer disciples and the twelve men whose heads she had watched explode.
"Well," she said again.
"Yes," Tianlong said, against her silver hair.
He pulled back.
Slowly. The full drag of twelve inches through a cunt that was learning, for the first time, what it had been built for.
Her breath came in a long, shuddering pull.
He drove forward.
PAH!
"AAANGHH~~!!"
Again.
PAH!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! ANCESTOR~!! THE DEPTH~!! IT IS HITTING — THERE IS SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT — HNGH~!!"
Again. Faster.
PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"!! THIS BODY — FOR FOUR HUNDRED YEARS THIS BODY HAS — HIEKK~!! — DO NOT STOP~!!"
He did not stop.
His hips began to move with the blurring speed he had used on the elders, the full twelve inches sawing in and out of her cunt with a rhythm that made her enormous tits swing and slap against each other and the water spray from their surfaces with each impact. Her ass clapped back against his pelvis, the soft, wide flesh bouncing, the sound of their collision a deep, wet, resonant PAH that was entirely different in character from the smaller, sharper sounds Donghuan’s eight inches had made in candlelight.
PAH PAH PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"AAANGHH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! OUNGH~!! ANCESTOR YOUR JADE PILLAR IS IN MY WOMB~!! IT IS SITTING IN MY WOMB AND MOVING INSIDE MY WOMB AND I HAVE NEVER — IN FOUR HUNDRED YEARS I HAVE NEVER FELT MY WOMB~!!"
The bath hall filled with it.
Her voice, his hips, the wet slap of twelve inches in a cunt that was discovering itself, the enormous silver-haired sect master of the Mount Hua Plum Blossom sect gripping the pool edge with white knuckles while her tits swung and her ass bounced and her cultivation base blazed toward a ceiling she had not known existed until this morning.
The three elders watched.
None of them spoke.
They watched their sect master get fucked properly for the first time in four hundred years, and not one of them could find a word for what they were watching except the one that kept arriving in each of their minds, unbidden, obvious, and correct.
’Finally, Sect master will become stronger.’
The thick boobs jiggled harder as the speed of his humping blurred his hips, pounding her in a way where the shockwaves rippled the water, making the elders realize the intensity at which he was clapping their sect leader.
PAH PAH PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"NNOONGHHH~!! STOP~!! ANCESTOR~!! I WILL BE TORN~~!!"
Her screams filled the whole bath chamber and made her realize the very harsh reality she wanted to deny while getting fucked.
’Ancestor’s jade pillar is too BIGGGGG~~!!!’