Chapter 594 - The Departure to Save Her
Finally, as exhaustion claimed her, the original torments wove back in seamlessly.
The father-in-law grunted. He pulled out of her ass with a wet, catastrophic sound.
Her gaping asshole stayed open, a red, ruined ring, seed and filth leaking from it onto the stone in thick, continuous ropes.
Finally, as exhaustion claimed her, the original torments wove back in seamlessly.
The father-in-law grunted. He pulled out of her ass with a wet, catastrophic sound. Her gaping asshole stayed open, a red, ruined ring, seed and filth leaking from it onto the stone in thick, continuous ropes.
He stood up.
His cock, still erect and dark, hung heavy and glistening. He walked around to her front. He looked down at her face — tear-streaked, swollen, her mouth open and gasping, her eyes half-closed with exhaustion.
"Come on," one of the other men said, drinking his wine. "Aren’t you going to take your seat? Plenty of time before the market opens."
The father-in-law chuckled.
He grabbed his own cock and stroked it once, twice, the thick shaft dark and veined in his hand.
"Ah," he said, his voice thick with wine and cruelty. "I already fucked her so many times. I have forgotten which hole is which. Maybe I’ll just piss on her instead. Remind her who owns this belly."
Lihua trembled.
She tried to speak. Her voice was wrecked, barely audible. "Please..."
"Please?" the father-in-law mocked. "Please what? Please stop? Please fuck you again? You don’t want me to stop. Look at your cunt. It’s dripping. You love being our pregnant whore."
He stepped forward.
He positioned himself over her pregnant belly. He aimed his thick, dark cock downward. For a moment, it looked like he might enter her again.
Then a hot, heavy stream of yellow piss hit her stomach.
It splashed across her swollen, taut belly. The urine ran down the sides of her womb-dome, pooling in her popped navel, dripping down to her dark-haired pussy where it mixed with the seed of a dozen men and the milk leaking from her tits. The smell of ammonia filled the room.
"Ah," the father-in-law sighed, his stream continuing, heavy and forceful. "You better break that water soon. If it’s a boy, I’ll make him a slave. I’ll break his back in the mines. If it’s a girl..." He shook the last drops onto her stiff nipples, the yellow liquid running down the curve of her breast. "I’m going to grow her into a slut. Just like her mother. Just like her sister."
Lihua’s body convulsed.
A sob tore out of her throat. Her hands, tied behind her back, strained against the ropes until her wrists bled. Her pregnant belly heaved with her crying. The baby inside kicked violently, responding to her distress, the small limbs pressing against the taut skin from the inside.
"Please," she whispered.
The men laughed.
They stood around her, zipping their robes, draining their wine cups, looking down at her with the hazy, satisfied eyes of men who had spent themselves and were now enjoying the aftermath. The rope-holders dropped their cords. The merchant pocketed his payment. The man with the ledger closed his book and stood.
"Please," Lihua said again.
Her voice was barely audible. A breath. Her eyes were closing. The exhaustion of hours of rape, the pregnancy, the dehydration, the trauma — it was all pulling her under. Her body twitched on the stone floor, covered in piss and seed and sweat and milk, her belly rounded with a child whose father could be any of five men.
"Please save us," she breathed.
Her eyes closed.
Her head fell forward. The ropes in her hair pulled tight. She went still, except for the twitching of her pregnant belly and the slow, continuous drip of milk from her ruined tits.
But even in unconsciousness, the cultivation world’s brutality lingered.
Her branded cunt twitched, leaking mixed fluids, body forever marked as the village’s pregnant cum dump, ready for more in this endless cycle of filth and power.
"Hahaha, should we get her fucked by a dog tomorrow? Wouldn’t it look fun when a shitty dog fucks her?"
"...."
Tianlong opened his eyes.
The gold-crimson light was no longer calm. It was the color of something that had seen enough. Something that had decided the village no longer needed to exist.
Meihua, watching his face, flinched at the change. The air around him had gone cold. The morning sun seemed to dim. The willow branches froze in a wind that was not there. His cock, which had been soft against his thigh, was now stirring — not with arousal, but with the terrible, heavy blood-flow of a divine being who had decided that something needed to be unmade.
"Sir?" she whispered.
He stood.
His naked body, carved and divine, rose from the grass. The seed on his thigh gleamed in the morning light. He looked at the village. At the back zone. At the stone compound behind the tannery where a pregnant woman lay in her own filth, her eyes closed, her body twitching.
"Is she—" Meihua scrambled to her feet. Her thick legs shook. His seed ran down her inner thighs in thick, warm streams. She grabbed his arm. "Is she alive?"
"What a shitty world is this," he said really realsing, he was seeing now the differnt side of his own manhood’s tendencies in demonic form.
His voice was different. Lower. The register of a man who had looked into the abyss and found the monsters there, and was now preparing to descend among them.
"Hold onto me," he said.
Meihua wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed her enormous, marked tits against his back. Her heart hammered against his spine. Her tears wet his skin.
Tianlong took one step.
The pond vanished. The willow branches blurred. The morning air screamed as space folded around them.
They arrived at the back zone in the space between heartbeats.
The stone door shattered before they touched it in the room where the mother was having another small session that ignited a scream from her guttural exhausted well-fucked throat.
"KYAAAAHHH~!!!"