Chapter 579- Ancestor’s Jade Pillar in Mortal’s Cunt
He lifted her.
Both hands on her wide hips, his cock staying buried, and simply stood with her — lifted the seamstress of the lower mountain village off the silk and held her in his lap at the bed’s center, her enormous tits against his chest, her thick legs dangling on either side of his thighs, the full weight of her pressed down onto his cock by gravity.
She made a sound that was not a word.
"NNNGH~!!"
He began to move her.
Not with the driving force of the prone position — with his hands on her hips, lifting and dropping, her full body raised and lowered onto his cock in long, grinding arcs that used every inch of the withdrawal and every inch of the return, her soft belly dome tracking up and down with the movement, her tits pressing against his face as he moved her.
PAH! PAH!
"AAANGHH~!! I AM BOUNCING~!! ANCESTOR I AM BOUNCING ON YOUR JADE PILLAR~!! MY LEGS CANNOT~!! MY THIGHS CANNOT GRIP~!!"
"They do not need to grip," he said. "I have you."
"YOU HAVE ME~!! AAANGHH~!! WHAT DOES THAT~!! HIEKK~!! DO NOT SAY THINGS LIKE THAT WHILE YOUR COCK IS IN MY WOMB~!!"
He put his mouth back on her tit.
The enormous mound pressed into his face as she came down on his cock, the nipple finding his mouth without direction, the suction renewing on the already-worked peak.
"KYAAANNGHH~!! THE SAME NIPPLE~!! ANCESTOR THAT ONE IS ALREADY~!! IT IS ALREADY TOO SENSITIVE~!! AAANGHH~!!"
He switched to the other one.
She grabbed his hair.
Both hands in the dark strands, her seamstress’s fingers tight, pulling his face into her tit with the involuntary, demanding grip of a woman whose body had crossed some line and was no longer asking her permission for its decisions.
PAH PAH PAH PAAH!
"OUNGH~!! AAANGHH~!! HNGH~!! DO NOT STOP~!! WHY AM I SAYING DO NOT STOP~!! WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME~!!"
"The same thing," Tianlong said, against her tit, "that happens to everyone."
"I AM NOT EVERYONE~!! I AM A SEAMSTRESS~!! AAANGHH~!!"
Lin Suya pressed the back of her hand against her own mouth.
The sound she was trying to suppress came out anyway — small, warm, involuntary.
The sight of the thick older woman bouncing on the ancestor’s cock with her enormous tits in his face and her belly dome tracking in rhythmic arcs had been producing responses in Lin Suya’s freshly-used body that she was managing with diminishing success.
Her pussy was leaking.
She could feel it against the silk beneath her. The warm, continuous evidence of a body that had been deflowered twenty minutes ago and was already processing the memory of what that had felt like and producing more of the same wetness in anticipation of—
’Stop,’ she told herself.
’Stop doing that,’ she told her pussy.
Her pussy did not stop.
Tianlong shifted positions.
He pulled Wanchun down from his lap onto her side — her enormous form settling into the silk, her tits compressed against her arm, her wide hips curving upward. He pressed against her back, his cock driving in from behind in the spoon position, the angle changing everything.
Her thick leg he lifted — the full, soft weight of her thigh on his shoulder, opening her wider than the position would otherwise allow, the cock reaching a depth that made her mouth drop open in a shape that was not quite a word.
"HNNGH~!! THE — THE ANGLE~!! THAT ANGLE IS DIFFERENT~!! THAT ANGLE IS HITTING SOMETHING~!! SOMETHING THAT THE FRONT DID NOT REACH~!!"
"Your anterior wall," he said.
"MY WHAT~!!"
PAH PAH!
"AAANGHH~!! I DID NOT KNOW I HAD ONE OF THOSE~!! I HAVE BEEN ALIVE FOR FORTY-FOUR YEARS AND I DID NOT KNOW~!! HIEKK~!!"
"Most women do not know," he said. "Most men do not find it."
"YOU FOUND IT ON THE THIRD THRUST~!!"
"Practice," he said, and drove deeper.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
Her body convulsed. Her full, soft ass pressed back against his pelvis with the involuntary force of every muscle in her lower body contracting simultaneously, her pussy clamping down on his shaft in rolling, rapid pulses, the walls gripping him with the total, uncoordinated grip of a woman experiencing her first genuine orgasm.
She pissed.
It came without warning — a hot, pressurized stream that ran down her inner thighs and soaked the silk beneath her, her body releasing every available liquid simultaneously, the orgasm overwhelming every voluntary function she had.
"I — I did not — that was not — ancestor I did not mean to —" Her face was completely red. Her voice, between the residual pulses of the orgasm, came out in fragments.
"It happens," he said, without stopping.
"IT HAPPENED IN FRONT OF THE YOUNG WOMAN~!!"
Lin Suya, who was indeed watching, quickly looked at the ceiling.
Then looked back. She could not help looking back.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!!
He came.
The first blast went directly into Wanchun’s womb, the thick, scalding volume of divine seed shooting into her with the force of something that treated the biological architecture of a seamstress’s unremarkable, uncultivated womb as simply another space that needed to be filled. It filled it. Then exceeded it, the warmth spreading through her lower body in a flood that made every meridian she did not know she had light up in sequence like formation lamps activating along a hallway.
Her belly domed from the inside.
The seed volume pressed against every interior surface, her lower abdomen rounding outward in a smooth, grotesque fullness that made her soft belly larger than it had been when she entered the room.
"AAANGHH~!! SOMETHING IS FILLING~!! EVERYTHING IS FILLING~!! ANCESTOR YOUR SEED IS FILLING MY ENTIRE BELLY~!!"
He pulled out.
The withdrawal was loud and wet, the suction of her walls trying to hold the shaft releasing with an obscene sound, a stream of thick white seed following the cock out and running down her thighs to join the wet silk beneath her.
She lay.
Her enormous tits rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her thick thighs pressed together around the warmth leaking between them. Her belly slightly rounded, the dome of seed and his former presence still visible through her soft abdomen.
Her face was turned into the silk and she was crying in the quiet, unpretentious way of a woman who has been thoroughly overwhelmed and does not have a cultivation framework for processing it, just forty-four years of ordinary human emotion doing what it does.
Tianlong looked at Lin Suya.
She was already looking at him.
Her clear, dark eyes had been fixed on him for the last several minutes with the specific, forward attention of a young woman who had been watching what was happening and had formed a very clear opinion about her own next step.
She was eighteen years old.
She was freshly deflowered and her pussy was too sensitive to touch and her cultivation base was blazing pink-gold and she looked at the ancestor’s cock — thick and dark and glazed with the evidence of Wanchun and himself both — and she opened her mouth.
Not to speak.
He crossed to her.
His hand found the back of her head. His cock pressed against her lips, the broad crimson head warm and heavy, the thick shaft pressing forward with the steady, unhurried pressure of something that had made a decision.
Her lips parted.
The head pushed past her lips and into her mouth, and her jaw stretched around the girth with the same wide, strained resistance that her pussy had shown earlier, her eyes going wide above his shaft.
"MMMPH~!!"