Chapter 582 - Time Blurred with Two Women
He grabbed her by the waist and began driving upward from below — not waiting for her to manage the bounce, simply using her the way he used everything, with the direct efficiency of a man who had decided her body was an instrument and was playing it.
PAH PAH PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
Her tight little asshole, stretched around his girth, gripped him with the clamping desperation of a ring that was being asked to do something it was not designed for and was doing it anyway because it had no choice. The outline of him was visible through her lower belly — the cock dome tracking through her intestinal walls in the same obscene, impossible mapping that it produced in every body it occupied, but more pronounced in Lin Suya’s slight frame, her soft lower abdomen showing every inch of movement.
Wanchun, below, watching the cock-dome from underneath, produced a sound against his balls that was not entirely professional.
"MMMHH~"
’I am sucking an ancestor’s testicles.’
’His balls taste like — I do not know how to classify that. The pheromone smell is coming directly from the source at this distance and my head has gone entirely blank and I have been here for twenty minutes and I am not certain I want to leave.’
’That is new information.’
’My son is on the Purity Hill.’
’My son is fine. He is holding his cultivation base. He is fine.’
’I will think about the curtains later.’
He came.
The blast into Lin Suya’s ass went in three pulses — each one a pressurized surge that pushed against the back of her intestinal wall and spread through her lower body in a warmth that made her cultivation base flare pink-gold in its full activation. Her belly domed from the inside. The seed volume exceeded the small architecture of her young body’s anal passage and pressed outward, her lower abdomen rounding with the fullness of it.
She collapsed forward.
Her small tits hit his chest. Her face landed against his neck. Her ass remained impaled on his cock as the last pulses went through, her entire body convulsing in the aftershocks of an anal orgasm that had arrived approximately three minutes after she had been fully convinced she was dying.
She was not dying.
She was Core Formation level, in fact, but she did not know that yet.
"Mmmph~" she said, against his neck.
He pulled her off his cock.
The sound it produced made Wanchun flinch even with her face buried between his thighs.
Lin Suya landed on his chest, her ass leaking thick white ropes onto his abdomen, her eyes glazed, her small tits pressed flat against him and her nipples dragging across his skin with each breath.
His cock was right there.
Thick, seed-matted, the shaft glazed with the evidence of Lin Suya’s asshole, still erect with the implacable endurance of the Horny God Physique.
Wanchun looked at it.
She looked at his cock matted with seed and her own saliva and the young woman’s anal, and something happened in her lower body that was not entirely logical for a woman who had been a seamstress for twenty-two years and had a son on a Purity Hill and curtains due on Friday.
She opened her mouth.
She ran her tongue up the shaft.
Tianlong made no sound. He put his hand in her silver-threaded dark hair — gently, nothing like the grip he used in other moments — and held her there while she cleaned the cock with the unhurried, thorough attention of a woman who had decided that what she was doing was worth doing correctly.
Lin Suya, lying against his chest, felt his other hand find her tit.
She pressed into it. Without deciding to. The way she had been pressing into everything for the last two hours.
’[Lin Suya — Internal]’
’My cultivation base is doing something.’
’It has been doing something since the first time he was inside me but it is doing something different now. Larger. Deeper. Like a corridor I have been walking that has opened into a room I did not know existed.’
’His hand on my tit.’
’I have thought about what it would be like to be selected by an ancestor for three years. Since I first tested into the outer sect at fifteen, I have thought about what it would be like to have someone of absolute cultivation level acknowledge me.’
’This is not what I pictured.’
’It is better than what I pictured.’
’That is probably important information.’
He turned them both.
The repositioning was efficient and simultaneous — one large hand on each of them, moving their bodies into the arrangement he wanted with the unhurried competence of a man rearranging furniture that had decided it wanted to be helpful.
He placed them side by side.
Both on their backs. Both thighs raised. Their legs scissored across each other — Lin Suya’s slight thigh over Wanchun’s thick one, their pussies presented side by side in the afternoon light like an arrangement that was also a comparison.
He looked at them.
"The young one," he said, his eyes moving from Lin Suya’s tight, hairy slit to Wanchun’s full, dark-haired, swollen pussy, "is tight. Two deflowerings and still gripping like a closed fist."
Lin Suya made a small sound that was at least thirty percent pride.
"The older one," he said, his gaze moving to Wanchun, "is fatty. Plump lips. The kind that wrap around a cock and hold it like they intend to keep it."
Wanchun’s face went a deep red.
"That is—" she started.
"True," he said. "Both are true." He looked at them. "Neither is an insult."
"You called my pussy fatty," she said.
"It is fatty," he said. "I like it."
She looked at the ceiling with the expression of a woman reassessing the word fatty.
He pressed both thumbs against both pussies simultaneously.
Two sounds. One tight, sharp, high. One full, warm, lower.
"HNGH~!" — Lin Suya.
"MMPH~!" — Wanchun.
He pressed his cock against Lin Suya’s entrance. Drove in.
PAH!
"AAANGHH~!!"
Withdrew. Moved to Wanchun.
PAH!
"HAAIYAANGH~!!"
Back to Lin Suya.
PAH PAH!
"HIEKK~!! ANCESTOR~!! YOU ARE SWITCHING~!! YOU KEEP SWITCHING~!!"
"Yes," he said.
PAH — Wanchun.
"OUNGH~!!"
PAH PAH — Lin Suya.
"AAANGHH~!! WHY DO YOU KEEP — I JUST GET USED TO THE ANGLE AND THEN YOU MOVE~!!"
"Variety," he said.
PAH PAH PAAH — Wanchun.
"KYAAANNGHH~!! HE IS COMPARING OUR PUSSIES WITH HIS COCK~!!" Wanchun announced, to nobody in particular.
"I KNOW~!! HIEKK~!!" Lin Suya agreed.
PAH PAH PAH PHACCK — Lin Suya.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
He leaned down and took Wanchun’s enormous tit in his mouth while driving into the young woman beside her.
Wanchun grabbed his head and pulled it harder into her tit.
She was long past asking her hands for permission.
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The afternoon became evening.
He moved them through positions with the patient, systematic thoroughness of a man who had made a plan and was executing it — sideways, him behind Wanchun with his cock in her ass while his hand reached forward to find Lin Suya’s pussy where she lay facing them; Lin Suya bent over the bed’s edge with both hands gripping the frame, Wanchun sitting against the headboard receiving his mouth on her tits while his cock worked the young woman from behind; both of them pressed chest to chest while he drove between them, finding one hole and then the other in slow alternation.