Chapter 591- Save the Mother
"Let’s leave then."
Meihua trembled.
The words hung in the morning air between them, simple and final. She felt his seed cooling on her inner thighs. She felt the bite marks on her tits throbbing in the dawn light. She felt the profound, terrifying fullness of a womb that had finally been claimed by something worth claiming.
And she felt the absence.
Her mother.
She pushed herself up from his chest. Her enormous tits swung forward, heavy and marked. Her thick thighs straddled him still, her dark-haired pussy pressed against his abdomen. She looked at his face with the dazed, desperate eyes of a woman who had been given everything and was about to risk losing it.
"Wait," she whispered.
Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes moved to her face. The hand that had been rubbing her back went still.
"No," he said.
He knew. She could see that he knew. The divine perception in his gaze read her trembling lips, her clenched fists, the particular frequency of fear that was not for herself.
"Please," she said. Her voice cracked. She grabbed his shoulders, her fingers pressing into the dense muscle. "My mother. She is still in the village. I cannot leave her behind. I cannot—"
"I am here for you," he said. His voice was flat. The voice of a being who traversed worlds and did not collect strays. "Not for your mother. Not for your husband. Not for the village."
Meihua flinched.
The rejection was clean. Without cruelty. It cut through her chest with the precision of a blade. She felt her pussy clench, leaking more of his seed onto the grass. She felt her heart hammering against her ribs.
She bent down.
Her face pressed into his neck. Her tears ran hot against his skin. "Please," she sobbed. "She is pregnant."
Tianlong’s eyes narrowed.
The gold-crimson light intensified. The air around the pond went heavy. The willow branches froze in a wind that did not exist.
"Pregnant," he repeated.
"Yes," Meihua gasped. She lifted her face. Her swollen eyes met his. She wet her lips with her tongue. Her voice dropped to a horrified whisper. "They keep her in the back zone. Behind the tannery. My father-in-law... he fucks her. He and his men. They have been using her for months. She is pregnant, and they still... they still..."
Her words dissolved into a choked, wretched sound.
She gripped his hair. Her thick body shook against him. "Please save her. Please. She is all I have. They made me into a whore for the old men. And now they are making her into... into..."
She could not finish.
She wept into his shoulder with the broken, gasping cries of a daughter who had failed to protect her mother.
Tianlong was silent.
He looked at the village. At the morning light touching the roofs. At the distant smoke rising from the hearths. His expression did not change. But something in the air around him shifted. A pressure that made Meihua’s ears pop.
He closed his eyes.
The moment he did, his divine sense exploded outward.
It was not a gradual expansion. It was a detonation. The pond, the willow, the village edge, the town square, the tannery, the back alleys — all of it became visible simultaneously in a single, crushing pulse of perception. He saw Zhou snoring in his own vomit. He saw the old men stirring in their beds, scratching their shriveled cocks, remembering the night before. He saw the merchants opening their stalls. He saw the festival grounds, littered with broken wine jars and torn silk.
And he saw the back zone.
A low stone compound behind the tannery. The smell of piss and tannic acid and old sweat. The sound of men laughing. The wet sound of flesh striking flesh.
Inside:
The pregnant woman was on her knees.
Her name was Lihua. Forty-two years old. The mother who had borne Meihua twenty-six years ago in a difficult labor that had left her body softer, thicker, more generous than it had been in her youth. Her belly was enormous. Rounded, taut, the skin stretched thin and shiny over the late-term pregnancy. The dark linea nigra ran down the center of her swollen abdomen, a stark stripe dividing the pale, milky skin. Her navel had popped outward, protruding like a fingertip from the dome of her womb.
She was naked.
Her tits were heavy and sagging, the pregnancy having swollen them to an enormous size. The nipples were dark brown, stiff and aching, the areolas wide and flushed with the blood of gestation. Milk leaked from the left one in a thin, continuous drip that ran down the curve of her breast and fell onto the dirty stone. Her thighs were thick and pale, trembling as they supported her pregnant weight. Her dark-haired pussy was swollen beyond recognition, the lips red and gaping, leaking a mixture of old seed and her own arousal onto the floor between her knees.
Ropes were tied to her hair.
Thick, coarse cords, knotted around her dark locks, pulling her head back at a cruel angle. The ropes ran to either side of the dim room, held in the hands of two men who sat on low stools, drinking rice wine from chipped ceramic cups. They were older villagers, their faces red and sweating, their robes open to show hairy, sagging chests. They held the ropes like reins, jerking them hard to make her head snap back, laughing when she gagged around the cock stuffing her mouth.
"Pull tighter," one said, grinning. He was missing two teeth. "I want to see her throat bulge when he thrusts."
The other yanked.
The rope jerked her head back violently. Her mouth, stretched around the thick, veined shaft of a third man, was forced to open wider. The man fucking her face was a traveling merchant, his belly hanging over her nose, his hands gripping her ears like handles. He thrust his hips with a wet, brutal rhythm, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and convulse around him.
"That’s it," he grunted. "Choke on it, you pregnant sow. Choke on it like you did for the last three months."
Her eyes were wide and streaming.
Tears ran down her flushed cheeks in continuous rivers. Her pregnant belly hung between her knees, the heavy dome swaying and jiggling with each impact from behind. Because behind her, her father-in-law was fucking her anal.
He was a thick man. Heavy-boned, his skin dark and weathered from decades of field work, his body a mass of brutal muscle layered with fat. His cock was thick and dark and heavily veined, longer than any of the other men present, and he was driving it into her asshole with the steady, vicious rhythm of a man who had decided this hole belonged to him and who intended to stretch it until it could never close again.
PAH! PAAH!
"AAANGHH~!!" The sound was muffled by the merchant’s cock in her mouth. "MMMPH~!! NNNGH~!!"
Her pregnant belly jiggled.
The massive dome of her womb shook with each thrust. The skin rippled in waves. The baby inside kicked violently, responding to the brutal motion, and she felt it and wept harder because she could do nothing to protect her child from the cock destroying her bowels.
Beneath her, another man had positioned himself.