Chapter 578 - Doubtful First Time Fuck
PAH!
"AAANGHH~~!!"
The first full thrust drove the air from Wanchun’s lungs in a single, total expulsion that left her mouth open and her eyes wide and every thought she had carried into this room scattered like papers in a hard wind.
PAH! PAH!
"HIEKK~!! ANCESTOR~!! WAIT~!! I AM NOT — I HAVE NOT BEEN — HNGH~!! IT IS TOO BIG~!!"
He did not wait.
He pulled all twelve inches back — the full, devastating drag of that withdrawal, her walls clinging to the shaft with the desperate grip of flesh that had just been introduced to an occupancy it had not anticipated and was already unwilling to lose — and then drove forward with the same unhurried, total completeness.
PHACCK!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
Her enormous, uncultivated tits flew upward with the impact, the heavy mounds leaving her chest completely, hanging at the apex of the motion for a fraction of a second before gravity brought them back down with a soft, fleshy collision against her ribcage. Her thighs, which he had pressed up toward her shoulders, framed the full architecture of what was happening to her — the thick, pale length of them on either side of his torso, her feet in the air, her dark-haired cunt stretched and visible where the twelve-inch shaft entered her.
The cock bulge.
It was visible through her soft belly. Not subtle — the firm, moving dome of his cockhead pressing through her lower abdomen from the inside with each inward drive, tracking upward through the softness of her stomach with the obscene, impossible clarity of something that should not be visible but was. Her belly was soft and generous, the comfortable roundness of a woman who had carried a child and not cultivated it away, and it showed every inch of him moving inside her with merciless transparency.
"MY BELLY~!! ANCESTOR~!! YOUR JADE PILLAR IS IN MY BELLY~!! I CAN SEE IT FROM THE OUTSIDE~!! WHAT ARE YOU~!!"
PAH PAH PAAH!
"AAANGHH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! SLOW~!! ANCESTOR PLEASE SLOW DOWN~!! I WILL BREAK APART~!! I AM NOT A CULTIVATOR~!! MY BODY IS NOT~!! HIEKK~!!"
"You are doing well," he said, his voice entirely even above her.
"I AM NOT DOING WELL~!! OUNGH~!! SOMETHING IS HITTING SOMETHING DEEP~!! SOMETHING THAT SHOULD NOT BE HIT IS BEING HIT REPEATEDLY AND~!! AAANGHH~!!"
Her cervix.
The cockhead had found it on the third thrust and had not left it since. Her little cervix — never trained, never cultivated, the unremarkable biological structure of a seamstress who had delivered one child twenty years ago and then conducted her body like a practical instrument rather than a cultivation resource — was being pressed open with each drive in a way that sent a white, radiating signal through her entire lower body simultaneously.
Not entirely pain.
That was the part she could not locate in any framework she had.
It was not entirely pain.
PHACCK!! PAH PAH!!
"KYAAANNGHH~!! THAT~!! WHATEVER THAT IS~!! THAT DEEP PART~!! ANCESTOR~!! MY WOMB~!! YOU ARE INSIDE MY WOMB~!!"
"Yes," he said.
"WHY ARE YOU INSIDE MY WOMB~!! HOW ARE YOU INSIDE MY WOMB~!!"
"Twelve inches," he said, and thrust again.
"HAAIYAANGH~!!"
’[Wanchun — Internal]’
’I have been a seamstress for twenty-two years.’
’I have cut fabric and set seams and maintained tight stitches and produced garments of consistent quality in conditions ranging from winter mountain cold to summer market heat and I have never — in twenty-two years of practical, physical work — been unable to maintain the function of my hands.’
’My hands are not functioning.’
’They are gripping his forearms and they are not performing any useful task and I cannot make them do anything else because when he drives that — when that thing is inside me and it hits the — the deep part — my hands go away.’
’Is that his cock in my belly.’
’That is his cock in my belly.’
’That dome moving through my stomach skin from the inside is his cock inside my body.’
’I am a seamstress. I live in a village. My son trains at the sect. I make curtains for the merchants in the lower market on Fridays.’
’AAANGHH~!!’
’I cannot think about curtains right now.’
’What is happening to my lower body right now. What is that warmth. That is not pain. That started as pain and it has become something else entirely and I do not have a word for it and I have been alive for forty-four years and I do not have a word for it.’
Lin Suya sat against the headboard.
She had pulled herself upright by gripping the carved post, her fresh-deflowered pussy too raw and sensitive to press against the silk without producing involuntary sounds, her thighs held slightly apart with the careful deliberateness of someone managing significant physical information.
She watched.
Her clear, dark eyes tracked every motion — the full withdrawal, the full drive, the cock bulge moving through Wanchun’s soft belly, the way the older woman’s enormous tits traveled with each impact, the expression on Wanchun’s face that had started as shock and was cycling through a progression of revelations that Lin Suya recognized, having just completed a version of the same progression herself.
Her own pussy clenched in sympathy with each thrust.
She pressed her thighs together and then immediately parted them because pressing them together was worse.
’[Lin Suya — Internal]’
’She is forty-four years old and he is destroying her.’
’Not — not in the way that means damage. I do not think that is damage on her face. I thought it would look like damage from the outside. From inside it felt like — like a lock being turned. Like meridians I did not know were blocked suddenly opening.’
’Her belly.’
’The dome in her belly moving with each thrust.’
’That was inside me. That shape. That was inside my body twenty minutes ago.’
’My cultivation base is still running at full activation and I have not done a single formal meditation.’
’He looked at me on the platform.’
’He looked at me when I lost and I thought — I thought he was going to say something. And then he looked past me at her son. And I thought it was finished.’
’It was not finished.’
’It was starting.’
She watched Tianlong lean down and take Wanchun’s enormous tit in his mouth.
The heavy mound compressed in his hands as he sucked — the dark pink nipple disappearing into the full pull of his mouth, his cheek hollowing with the force of it, his hand kneading the rest of the generous flesh while his hips maintained their rhythm below.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"AAANGHH~!! MY TITS~!! ANCESTOR MY TITS AND MY WOMB SIMULTANEOUSLY~!! I CANNOT PROCESS TWO THINGS~!! HIEKK~!!"
He bit her nipple.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
Her back arched completely off the silk, her whole body curving upward with the force of the combined input, her enormous tits pressing into his face, her thick thighs locking around his torso with the involuntary grip of a woman whose body had taken over all available voluntary functions.
He sucked harder.
The dark nipple stretched between his teeth, the wide areola flushing deep rose with the blood pooling under the suction, the soft mound deforming around his grip in every direction.
"HNGH~!! OUNGH~!! ANCESTOR THE SUCTION~!! WHY DOES THE SUCTION MAKE THE LOWER PART WORSE~!!"
"Because they connect," he said, against her tit.
"THEY CONNECT~!!"
PAH PAH PHACCK!
"HAAIYAANGH~!!"