Chapter 581-Taking Two types of Bodies at Once
"It is being honest," he said.
"I HATE WHEN YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT~!! HIEKK~!! HNGH~!! SOMETHING IS BUILDING AGAIN~!! SOMETHING IS BUILDING FROM THE BACK~!! IS THAT AN ORGASM FROM THE BACK~!!"
"Yes," he said.
"I DID NOT KNOW THAT EXISTED~!!"
PAH PAH PAH! PHACCK PHACCK!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!!!!"
She came from her anal.
It was a different architecture from the previous orgasms — deeper, slower in its build and more total in its arrival, rolling up through her bowels and her belly and her chest in a warm, crushing wave that made every muscle in her body fire and then let go all at once.
Lin Suya felt the hand on her tit tighten in the same moment.
She gasped.
Her hips pressed up from the silk involuntarily, her own body responding to his grip with the trained, involuntary warmth of a Plum Blossom cultivation base that had found its source and was following it.
He came in Wanchun’s ass.
The blast went into her bowels with the same volume that had previously gone into her womb, the warmth spreading upward through her body in a deep, pervasive flood, her intestines receiving the load with the helpless, total accommodation of flesh that had been stretched past its limits and was no longer capable of resistance.
Her belly domed again.
From behind, Lin Suya could see the slight, impossible roundness building in Wanchun’s lower abdomen from the volume entering her from the other side.
Wanchun did not produce words.
She produced a single, sustained sound into the pillow that began as a scream and descended through several registers into something that was almost musical and entirely unplanned.
He pulled out.
The sound that followed was obscene and loud and the chamber’s formation seals earned their maintenance costs in that single moment.
Wanchun lay face-down in the soaked silk with her enormous tits pressed flat beneath her and her thick legs sprawled and her asshole slowly, stubbornly refusing to close back to its previous dimensions, the seed running from it in thick streams.
She breathed.
In and out. Slow. The breathing of a woman who has been thoroughly disassembled and is waiting to find out what the assembled version looks like.
Lin Suya looked at her.
Then at Tianlong.
He was looking at the ceiling with the mild, satisfied expression of a man who has completed something he found worthwhile.
"Ancestor," Lin Suya said.
"Mm."
"You said my turn would return."
He looked at her.
At the eighteen-year-old with her clear, dark eyes and her stiff brown nipples and her freshly-used pussy and the specific, clear-eyed, unembarrassed want that she had been carrying since she first looked at his seat on the tournament platform.
"Yes," he said.
"Then," she said, and lay back, spreading her thighs, the tight hairy slit of her deflowered pussy pink and wet and waiting between them.
She looked at him with the direct, forward gaze she had used on the platform.
"Continue the examination," she said.
In the silk beside her, Wanchun made a sound that contained — if one listened carefully — the faint, exhausted, involuntary note of a woman who had decided she would, after a brief rest, have additional opinions on the matter.
PAH!
"AAANGHH~~!!"
The king-sized bed had become a landscape.
Soaked silk, twisted at the corners where hands had gripped and not let go. The warmth-formation running its steady pulse beneath all of it, keeping the surface at body temperature regardless of what the surface was currently hosting. The bronze candle holder with its fresh candles burning in the still chamber air.
Lin Suya was on top.
She had gotten there herself — had climbed onto him in the particular, determined way of a young woman who had decided that the third time was going to be on her own terms, her thighs on either side of his hips, her small hands on his chest for balance, her tight, hairy pussy hovering over his cock with the trembling, focused attention of someone lining up a difficult cultivation technique.
She had sat down.
"HIEKK~!! AAANGHH~!! STILL~!! IT IS STILL TOO BIG~!! WHY IS IT STILL THIS BIG WHEN I HAVE HAD IT TWICE~!!"
"It does not reduce," he said, beneath her.
"I CAN SEE THAT~!!"
His hands found her thighs.
Both of them, the full grip of his palms on her small thighs, holding her in place as she adjusted — and then, with the unhurried intention of a man who had decided what came next, tilting her forward, lifting her slightly, repositioning his cock from her pussy to the tight, small ring of her asshole.
She looked down.
She looked back at him.
"Ancestor," she said. Her voice came out three registers higher than usual. "That is the — I am very small back there — I have never — I am eighteen years old—"
"You are a Foundation Establishment cultivator," he said. "Your body will adapt."
"MY BODY WILL ADAPT~!! AAANGHH~!!"
The cockhead pressed against her asshole with the same patient, steady force he had applied to every virgin ring he had encountered today — which was now several — and her tight little hole resisted, clenched, pressed back, and then opened.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
One inch.
Her intestinal walls clenched around the intrusion with the desperate, total grip of something that had never been opened and was not happy about the current situation. Her pussy, directly above his cock, gushed — a warm, sudden flood of her own arousal running down his shaft, mixing with the resistance of her stretched asshole, her body’s contradictory messages crossing each other in the space between her thighs.
"MY INSIDES~!! ANCESTOR THE INSIDE OF MY BELLY IS BEING CHURNED~!! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK STIRRING MY INTESTINES~!!"
Two inches.
PAH!
"AAANGHH~!!"
Three.
PAH PAH!
"HIEKK~!! OUNGH~!! IT IS GOING DEEPER~!! WHY IS THERE STILL MORE DEEPER~!!"
"Because I have twelve inches," he said, "and you have used three."
"DO NOT COUNT THEM~!! AAANGHH~!!"
Wanchun was between his legs.
She was there because he had put her there with the brief, practical motion of a hand on her shoulder pressing her downward, and she was there because her body had stopped arguing with instructions from this man approximately two hours ago and had moved to a different operational mode that involved simply going where directed and discovering what happened when she arrived.
What she was discovering was his balls.
Large, warm, the skin drawn tight with his arousal, hanging in the space between his thighs while his cock disappeared into the young woman’s ass above. Wanchun pressed her mouth against them with the methodical application of a woman who had decided that her limited cultivation knowledge was not going to stop her from identifying what was being asked of her and executing it.
She sucked.
Above her, Lin Suya came down on another inch and screamed.
"HAAIYAANGH~!!"
Wanchun’s head hit Lin Suya’s ass.
Lin Suya’s ass hit her head back.
"MMMPH~!" — Wanchun, muffled.
"AAANGHH~!! OUNGH~!!" — Lin Suya, not muffled at all.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"KYAAANNGHH~!! YOUR BALLS HITTING MY PUSSY~!! THE WOMAN IS SUCKING YOUR BALLS WHILE YOU FUCK MY ANAL AND THE BALLS ARE SWINGING UP AND HITTING MY PUSSY~!! THERE IS TOO MUCH HAPPENING~!!"
"Focus," he said.
"ON WHICH PART~!!"