Chapter 596- Helping a Mother get Cleaned
The pond was at the clearing’s edge.
A natural spring, its surface dark and still in the morning light, surrounded by willows that hung low enough to make a private space. Tianlong walked ahead, his bare feet silent on the grass, his cock swinging heavy between his thighs with the ponderous, unhurried weight of something that had not finished its morning’s business.
Meihua followed, carrying her mother.
Lihua was limp in her daughter’s arms, her enormous pregnant belly pressing between them, her heavy tits dragging against Meihua’s own marked chest. The milk still leaked from her dark nipples in thin, continuous drips that ran down her daughter’s abdomen. Her branded pussy lips were swollen and red, the charred marks visible even through the dried filth coating her cunt.
They reached the water’s edge.
Meihua laid her mother down on the soft grass. The pregnant belly rose upward, the dome of her womb taut and shiny. Lihua’s thick thighs fell open with the exhausted, involuntary sprawl of a woman who had been held in that position for so long that her muscles no longer knew how to close.
"Mother," Meihua whispered.
Her hands moved to her mother’s spread cunt. She parted the branded lips with her fingers, the charred flesh hot under her touch. Thick ropes of village seed poured out as she opened the gaping entrance, the white fluid mixed with blood and piss and the residue of the dildo that had been buzzing inside her for hours.
"So much," Meihua gasped. "They filled you so much, Mother."
Lihua made a sound that was not a word.
Her eyes were half-closed, her face streaked with dried tears and cum. Her hands lay useless at her sides, the wrists still bearing the rope burns from her earlier binding.
Meihua scooped her fingers deeper.
She dragged out another glob of seed, her fingers scraping the walls of her mother’s ruined cunt, pulling the filth from her battered womb. The branded lips fluttered around her fingers, clenching weakly with the residual spasms of endless rape.
She looked at Tianlong.
He was seated on a flat stone by the pond’s edge, his gold-crimson eyes watching them with the calm, evaluative gaze of a man who had destroyed a room full of tormentors and was now considering the aftermath. His cock hung thick against his thigh, ten inches even in its current state, the broad head resting heavy on his leg.
"Master," Meihua said.
Her voice was small. She knelt in the grass, her own naked body marked with his bites and seed, her hands still buried in her mother’s pussy. "Are you not going to help her?"
Tianlong tilted his head.
"How can I help her?" he asked.
His voice was even. Not cruel. Simply the voice of a being who did not understand the framework of the question.
Meihua trembled.
She looked down at her mother’s branded cunt, at her fingers pulling out another thick rope of stranger seed. "I... I thought... you could heal her. You could make the marks go away. You could make her forget."
"Yes," he said. "I could."
Lihua stirred.
Her eyes opened wider, the gold-silver light in them dim and exhausted. She looked at Tianlong with the dazed, overwhelmed attention of a woman who had been fucked past humanity and was now in the presence of something that looked like a god. Her pregnant belly heaved with each breath. Her branded pussy clenched around her daughter’s fingers.
"I am... tempted," Lihua whispered.
Meihua blinked.
"What, Mother?"
"By him," Lihua said. Her voice was wrecked, barely audible. She looked at Tianlong with the wide, confused eyes of a woman whose body was responding to the pheromone-thick air despite everything that had been done to it. "My body... it is... reacting. Even now. Even after..."
She laughed.
The sound was broken, wet, horrified. "What are you saying, Mother?" Meihua asked, her voice cracking.
Tianlong stood.
He walked to them with the unhurried stride of a man who owned the ground he stepped on. He knelt beside Lihua, his large hand moving to Meihua’s enormous tit. He grabbed it, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, his thumb pressing her dark nipple.
Meihua gasped.
"Your mother," he said, looking at Lihua’s face, "is responding to my presence. The Horny God Physique does not ask permission. It operates on the body’s deepest architecture." He squeezed Meihua’s tit harder. "Once I take her, she cannot go anywhere else. I will take you both. You will belong to me."
Lihua trembled.
The words landed in her chest like stones dropped into still water. Her branded pussy clenched around her daughter’s fingers with an involuntary, desperate grip. Her pregnant belly rose and fell in rapid, shallow arcs.
"You... you want to..." she stammered.
"Fuck you," he said. "Properly. The way your body was meant to be fucked, before those village dogs ruined it with their small cocks and their brands."
He looked at the charred mark on her pussy.
His hand moved over the branded flesh. The skin was blackened, the character ’slut’ etched into her left lip, the right lip matching. His palm hovered, and then he simply moved his hand.
The marks vanished.
The charred flesh peeled away like ash, revealing the pale, milky skin beneath. The swollen, ruined lips became smooth and pink and unmarked. The hook damage on her clit faded. The welts on her thick ass disappeared. In the space of a breath, her cunt was restored to the pristine, hairy, plump state of a woman who had never been touched.
Lihua gasped.
She looked down at her own pussy. At her daughter’s fingers still inside her, now surrounded by clean, pink, unmarked flesh. She looked at Tianlong with the wide, shattered eyes of a woman witnessing a miracle she did not know how to process.
"How," she whispered. "How did this happen?"
"I can make you forget everything," he said. "I can erase the memories. I can make you believe you spent the last three months in a peaceful cottage, waiting for your grandchild." His gold-crimson eyes held hers. "Do you want that?"
Lihua trembled.
Her lips moved. No sound came out. She looked at her daughter, at the pond, at the morning sky. Then she looked back at Tianlong, at the carved, impossible beauty of his face, at the cock that was stirring between his legs and thickening in the morning air.
She bit her lip.
Her hand moved to her own belly, cradling the pregnant dome. The baby kicked. She felt the life inside her and the death behind her and the god in front of her, and she made a choice that she did not know she was capable of making.
"I... I cannot," she whispered. "I cannot forget. If I forget, then they win. If I forget, then what they did to me becomes nothing." She looked at him with tears streaming down her face. "But I want... I want to feel something else. Something that is not them."
Tianlong smiled.
It was not a gentle smile. It was the smile of a predator who had been given permission.
"Then I will give you something else," he said.
He snapped his fingers.
Ropes appeared.
Not the coarse village cords. Silk ropes, shimmering with cultivation energy, wrapping around Lihua’s wrists and pulling them above her head, stretching her arms into the grass. More ropes wrapped around her thick thighs, pulling them apart, spreading her healed cunt wide open to the morning air. Her pregnant belly rose between them, the dome of her womb taut and vulnerable.
"Master!" Meihua gasped. "What are you doing?!"